Three girlfriends traveled through ancient times and killed people

Capital

Five days have passed since the National Master said that Wu Qiguo and the three stars would descend.

In the past few days, in order to find someone to save Wuqi Kingdom, the emperor went out incognito with his eunuchs.

After five days of searching, there was still no clue.

"Little Leo, where do you think this person is hiding? Why can't we find him?" Is the capital city big? It's not small either. They have been to every place they have been looking for, but still found nothing.

"I don't know." Little Li lowered his head and answered in a low voice.

"Hurry, hurry, Yihongyuan and Yichunyuan are competing against each other. It's going to be a good show." Suddenly someone in the crowd started running in a hurry.

"Hurry up, hurry up, there will be no seats if you are slow." People walking on the street also went straight to Yihongyuan after hearing this.

"The names of Yihongyuan and Yichunyuan don't sound like places for decent people." The emperor was displeased. When the country was in crisis, these people still had the mood to spend money on wine and women. They really deserved to die.

"That's right, should we go take a look?"

"Let's go and take a look." I have to see how his people are squandering money under his nose.

"Yes, Master."

In front of Yichunyuan, there was a constant stream of people and vehicles, dignitaries, and scholars, who came one after another, either alone or in groups, with looks of anticipation and excitement on their faces.

Entering the brothel hall, it was even more lively. Guests sat around the gorgeous table, drinking tea and chatting, while on the stage, women danced as lightly as swallows, their dancing was graceful, their long sleeves fluttering, like dancing butterflies, making people dazzled.

With music playing and cups clinking, the air in Yichun Courtyard was filled with a luxurious and indulgent atmosphere. Every corner here was filled with joy and desire, as if it was a dreamland that was isolated from worldly troubles.

"Miss Qiangwei, look at these men below, they all come here for you. The people from Yihong Courtyard even dare to issue a challenge to us. They are really overestimating their own abilities." The maid stood behind Qiangwei and dressed her up.

Qiangwei smiled but said nothing.

The maid continued, "I heard that a new girl came to Yihong Courtyard. She teaches them to sing and dance every day. I don't know what tricks they can learn. In my opinion, they are just struggling in vain. Who in the whole capital doesn't know our Miss Qiangwei? She can sing and dance well, and is proficient in everything from playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"Yeah." Qiangwei was a proud person. She herself believed that if it weren't for her good family background, the title of the most talented woman in the capital would belong to her. However, she was a woman from the secular world and had no qualifications to compete for the title of talented woman.

To be selected as a talented girl, she must be of clean background.

She was not the daughter of an honest family. Her mother was the madam of Yichunyuan, and her father was a man of ill omen.

The most talented woman in the capital is the daughter of the Grand Tutor.

The daughter of the Grand Tutor naturally disdains to lower her status to compare herself with a prostitute like her.

"What a beautiful girl," the maid couldn't help but admire.

Those who can become the oiran must have extremely beautiful looks.

There were countless officials who wanted to bring Qiangwei back to their houses to be their concubines, but Qiangwei didn't want to be a concubine.

Given her background, no one is willing to marry her in a grand sedan chair as his principal wife, so Qiangwei still stays in Yichunyuan.

She was waiting, waiting for a man who was willing to marry her in a sedan chair.

She, Qiangwei, would rather be the wife of a poor family than the concubine of a rich family.

Rather than being a concubine and being submissive, it is better to marry into an ordinary family.

But because of her background, ordinary families didn't dare to propose to her.

What's more, her mother would not agree to it because she wanted her to marry into a rich family.

Because the madam is her mother, she has remained innocent until now.

No man ever stayed overnight in her room.

"Let's go! It's time to go downstairs." The guests must be getting impatient waiting.

"Yes, girl."

"It's Miss Rose who's here."

The originally bustling place was now all eyes turned towards Qiangwei because of her arrival.

"Ms. Rose is so beautiful."

"After not seeing you for a day, Miss Rose has become even more beautiful."

The face of the courtesan is like a newly blossoming peony, delicate and dignified. Her eyebrows are as green as distant mountains, her eyes are as shimmering as autumn water, and her pupils are as deep as a deep pool. The light flowing in the water seems to be able to seduce people's souls. Her nose is straight, her lips are red, her teeth are white, and her smile is like a hundred flowers in full bloom, making the viewers intoxicated.

What brothels lack the most is men with smooth tongues.

These people, who have wives and concubines at home, still go to brothels to spend their days in debauchery. As the saying goes, flowers at home are not as fragrant as wild flowers, wives are not as good as concubines, and concubines are not as good as secret lovers.

Nine out of ten people who come here are not serious people.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. I'd like to apologize to you all. As a token of my apology, I'll dance for you all. I hope you all won't be angry with me." Qiangwei pretended to be polite, lowered her voice, and spoke in a gentle tone.

The men present were so moved that they could not blame her for coming late.

"Miss Qiangwei, there is no need to blame yourself. It is our honor to see your graceful dance." The man who spoke was the prefect's son. He was a smooth talker and a frequent visitor to Yichunyuan.

"Rose made a fool of herself."

Rose's waist is so slender when dancing that it seems like it will break if grasped, yet it has incredible toughness. Every dance movement seems to be challenging the limits of physics.

The men below didn't even blink, for fear of missing the wonderful dance of the courtesan.

"Okay, okay." The prefect's son watched with great interest.

Then he took out a stack of silver bills from his pocket and gave them to the madam.

"Aunt Jiao, let Qiangwei have a few drinks with me later."

The madam took the banknote with a smile and said, "Okay, I'll arrange for Qiangwei to go to Mr. Deng's place for a few drinks later."

"First? Aren't the banknotes I gave you enough? You actually want Qiangwei to accompany other people?" Dunlop was very dissatisfied with the madam's arrangement.

"Master Deng, you know the rules of Qiangwei. You can only accompany a guest for half an hour, and you cannot sell your body."

"I come to support her every day. Can't you make an exception for me once?"

"Please don't make it difficult for me, Mr. Deng. The man from the Shangshu Mansion also wants Qiangwei to go there. I can't afford to offend him!"

"You mean you can't afford to offend the Shangshu Mansion, but you can afford to offend me, right?"

"Oh! Master Deng, you are really wronging me. Every time you come here, I will give you Rose first."

Dunlop thought about it and it seemed to be the case. Every time he came, the first room Qiangwei went to was his. "That's true."

"Forget it, I won't embarrass you."

"Thank you, Mr. Deng. I will let Qiangwei and Mr. Deng have a few more drinks later." Aunt Jiao breathed a sigh of relief. It was quite tiring to deal with these young masters every day and not offend these cash cows.

"Yeah." Dunlop waved his hand, indicating that the madam could leave.