Quick Wear: Pampering Your Lover

As the moon rises, the sunset fades into endless blue-gray clouds, and the autumn air becomes colder.

The long streets of the capital were lit with streetlights, and the two lights on Changru Street were shaped like hibiscus and as bright as daylight.

It was the largest brothel in the capital, Cangyulou.

"Hey, young master, you are not old enough. This is not the place for you to come—"

"Young Master, please stay—"

The servant standing in front of the door saw a handsome young man of eighteen or nine years old coming in aggressively. He was wearing a royal blue Hangzhou silk robe, a piece of mutton-fat white jade ornament tied to a dark blue wide brocade belt around his waist, and a long headband with a black python pattern on his forehead. He was obviously a young master from a noble family.

If anything happened in Cangyu Tower, he could not bear the responsibility, so he quickly reached out to stop it.

But who would have thought that the young master seemed to have understood it long ago. He dodged lightly and went straight into the building through the crowd, and went up to the third floor as if he was familiar with the route.

......

In a private room on the third floor, red candles flickered, the hibiscus tent was warm, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

Between the hazy and semi-transparent curtains, the sound of music was lingering. It turned out that a beautiful woman was playing the pipa. While playing, the beauty raised her watery eyes and shyly looked at the young man who was half-lying on the couch.

The boy had a delicate face, picturesque eyebrows, a pair of clear and longing eyes with slightly upturned corners, and a small red mole under his eyes. Just a glance at him was enough to make people's hearts surge with emotion, but he happened to be a man.

He raised his glass and took a sip of the wine. "Jiaojiao, I didn't lie to you, did I? Beauty, music, and wine, how about that? I was the first one to bring you here, so I'm treating you well, okay?"

The young man sitting on the other side was wearing a dark black cloak with crane patterns, a jade-inlaid dagger hanging from his waist, and his black hair was tied up high. He was handsome and extraordinary, but at this moment he seemed a little annoyed, "I told you not to call me Jiaojiao!"

Mingzhen waved his hands innocently, "Then your name is indeed Jiaojiao!"

Xue Chengjiao, it’s right to call her Jiaojiao, right?

Xue Chengjiao immediately stood up and put his arm around Mingzhen's shoulders, motioning him to look at the height difference between their shoulders. He said with a hint of pride, "Then I'll call you shorty from now on!"

"you!"

That’s right, Xue Chengjiao and Ming Zhen are both sixteen years old. The former is already over seven and a half feet tall, while the latter has just reached seven feet. Even his own cousin Yan Zhifang is almost catching up with him.

Before Mingzhen could say anything, the wooden door of the box was kicked open with a loud noise.

The pipa music stopped abruptly.

The musician playing the pipa was named Danzhu. Seeing the man coming so aggressively, he quickly hid behind Mingzhen with his pipa in his arms. He stretched out a hand as white as jade to pinch the corner of Mingzhen's robe, his face full of fear.

"Cousin! You come to this gloomy place again!" Yan Zhifang's childish face was tense, and he had a bit of the majesty of his father, Mingzhen's uncle.

Seeing the newcomer, Mingzhen felt relieved and patted Danzhu's arm soothingly, "Zhifang, why are you so fierce?"

It would be better if it wasn’t his mother or uncle, but his father always doted on him.

It’s just that my cousin is so young and he has to become a housekeeper.

"Come." Mingzhen waved at him with a smile and poured him a glass of wine. "Come and try the new Moon Beauty from Cangyulou. It's light yet charming, with a hint of floral fragrance..."

Even young people can try it.

Yan Zhifang walked closer, ignoring his cousin's incoherent words, and directly grabbed his arm, "Come with me."

Mingzhen sighed, with a look of regret on his face. Just as he was about to follow back, his other hand was grabbed by the person beside him.

"Young Master Yan, don't worry. I'm by your side and will definitely keep him safe."

Xue Chengjiao stood up and looked down at the younger boy, his expression seemed to say: Why do you think you can compare with me?

Yan Zhifang's face darkened, he pursed his lips, and unconsciously increased the strength of his hands, "Come back with me, or I will tell my aunt!"

"Alright, alright, can't I just go back?" Mingzhen reluctantly compromised. "General Xue, I'll leave first. If you still like, you can stay. I'll take this steward back first."

He blinked at Xue Chengjiao, his eyes full of mockery.

When passing by Danzhu, he comforted her: "Sister Danzhu, I will come to see you next time!"

But soon, he was pulled away by the sullen-faced young boy and left the Jade Vault.

Xue Chengjiao leaned on the windowsill, his brows furrowed, his expression a coldness that Mingzhen had never seen before. Danzhu, who was waiting on the side, lowered his head and dared not speak.

Only when the figure disappeared from his sight did Xue Chengjiao raise the wine glass on the table and drink it all, then turned around and left Cangyu Tower.

Danzhu was left frowning in confusion.

The cup that General Xue just drank seemed to have been drunk by the Crown Prince...?

Did she remember it wrong?

It wasn't until they left Changru Street and stepped into the waiting carriage that Mingzhen pulled his hand away. "Alright, you're gripping me and it hurts!"

"Let me see." Yan Zhifang's expression tensed, thinking that he seemed to have hit his cousin too hard when he was angry just now, and his cousin was weak and his skin was always delicate.

Without waiting for Mingzhen to refuse, he lifted Mingzhen's sleeve to check.

There were indeed clear finger marks across the white, tender and soft arm, and it was slightly red and swollen.

Yan Zhifang was startled. He held his hand, pursed his lips, and said nothing. It took a long time before he said, "Come back to the Yan Mansion with me. I will apply medicine to you."

Look, his eyes are red from blaming himself.

Mingzhen patted his cousin's head in amusement and said, "Why are you blaming yourself? I don't blame you. I'll stay at the Yan Mansion tonight. Cousin, remember to send someone to tell my parents."

"it is good."

The carriage slowly drove into another street.

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I don't know if everyone likes the new world, I'm scratching my head