The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

"Can't you just send the cook? He can fly, he can bring it back to you right away," Lu Xiaosan said, pointing at Ning Konglou.

Ning Konglou nodded meaningfully outwards, indicating that there were heavy troops surrounding the door, and that without a top-tier expert like himself to guard it, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Lu Xiaosan reluctantly understood.

Seeing this, King Xue laughed and said, "So now, only the two of you can purchase this Luoyang Water Banquet for me."

Lu Xiaosan shrugged. "Let's go, little beauty, let's go check out the new brothel."

"But...but it's curfew now, how can we go out to run errands?" Chang'an asked.

After downing a mouthful of strong liquor, Prince Xue said, "I am merely acting on imperial orders. The rest is up to you to figure out."

"Besides, isn't your Immortal Pavilion supposed to be all-powerful, even disregarding the Emperor? How could a mere curfew be a problem for you? Hahaha." Prince Xue mocked fiercely.

At this moment, Fu Rou stepped forward and handed the identity document to Chang An, saying with a light laugh, "If anyone tries to stop you, just show them this."

Fu Rou then added meaningfully, "The Zhe Xian Lou still has this much power."

Lu Xiaosan pulled Chang'an onto the carriage, turned the horse around, and stepped on the broken wine cups and table pieces, making a "crashing" sound as he walked towards the door.

"Lianxue, Yulei, you two should show off your best skills to Prince Xue. The rest of you girls must keep Prince Xue company..." Furou started making arrangements as usual.

Lu Xiaosan drove his carriage to the gate, where soldiers were blocking the entrance, their gazes shooting coldly at him like arrows.

At the captain's command, the soldiers immediately dispersed, clearing a path for the carriage.

As the carriage traveled along the road, Lu Xiaosan suddenly became playful and began to sway left and right, deliberately crashing into the soldiers on the side.

They traveled and played along the way, passing through streets filled with falling cherry blossoms, until they reached a place where there were no soldiers guarding the area, at which point they rode their horses at full speed.

On the way, Chang'an asked, "Brother, do you know where Qiaoxiang Pavilion is?"

“It’s in Nanshi, not far away. Because of the curfew, it should be closed by now. But if a high-ranking official insists on going, no one will dare to stop him,” Lu Xiaosan replied.

Chang'an looked worried. "This Prince Xue... probably won't let us off so easily."

"What are you afraid of? I'm here!" "Giddy up!" "Snap!" The whip cracked.

"Sigh, I hope nothing bad happens on this trip." Chang'an sighed again.

There were no pedestrians in Luoyang late at night, only Wuhoupu officers patrolling the streets.

Upon seeing the two men's presence, the officers from the Wuhou Guard immediately softened their tone, offering a playful and persuasive advice: "It's so late, and you two are still driving a carriage. Such ostentation... isn't that a bit inappropriate? After all, there are rules in place."

"Mind your own business!" With that, Lu Xiaosan cracked his whip and galloped towards the brothel.

Xiushanfang in Nanshi, once a place of extravagance and debauchery, is now deserted and deathly silent.

"Swish, swish..." The wind blew the fallen leaves.

Chang'an was somewhat doubtful, "Is there... really anyone here?"

Lu Xiaosan stopped the carriage and led Chang'an to the most ornate and grand pavilion.

A moment later, a masked man in black emerged from the crowd. Lu Xiaosan presented his identity to him, and the man said respectfully, "So you are the two gentlemen from the Zhexian Tower. Please come in, please come in."

As soon as you pass through the passage, a young woman greets you with a smile, "Gentlemen, this way please."

Led by the girl, the two swaggered through the empty hall. The girl lifted the red curtain inside, and they entered a brand new, colorful world.

The Fragrant Pavilion is now a haunt of luxury, frequented only by royalty and nobility. The dead of night is a time of solitude, and expecting the powerful to stay home and keep company with their nagging, haggard wives is simply asking too much of them.

When the brothel owner at the door saw the two children approaching, she didn't ask their ages and instead led a group of girls to greet them with smiles.

The madam grinned, revealing her teeth covered in chives, and said, "Young men, which one have you taken a fancy to? Take them inside and join us for some fun."

"Yes, gentlemen, please keep me company and have some fun."

"What a handsome young man! We guarantee we'll take good care of you."

The girls were very affectionate, hugging and embracing the two of them.

Lu Xiaosan walked ahead, reeking of foul odor, and not many girls dared to touch him.

Chang'an, who was following behind, was in for a rough time. The girls, seeing how handsome he was, kept hugging and kissing him, filling the air with the smell of perfume mixed with his bad breath, which almost made him suffocate.

Fortunately, Lu Xiaosan was firm and quickly got angry and dismissed the girls.

"Honestly, who comes here and doesn't want a girl?"

"That's right, why don't you two young masters even look at us? Could it be... that we're not to your liking?"

"If you two gentlemen don't like it, I'll call a few more for you," the madam said, about to call out.

Lu Xiaosan covered her nose and stopped them, "No, no, no, the smell of your cosmetics is too strong, it's making me feel terrible, hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave."

"So, bro, you like young girls. Come on, little Bi, come here!"

Lu Xiaosan said urgently, "Shut up! You're not a kid anymore, who are you calling 'little brother'?"

Chang'an couldn't help but say, "Don't you know? The girls in the Zhexian Tower are much prettier than you even without makeup."

These words inevitably angered the girls at Qiaoxiang Pavilion.

"Tch, what's with the attitude?"

"Judging from their servants' attire, it's uncertain whether they'll actually pay."

The girls left in a huff and went off to find confidence with other guests.

Lu Xiaosan then led Chang'an to a secluded spot to sit down and ordered the Luoyang Water Banquet that Prince Xue had been longing for.

The two watched the song and dance from afar. Lu Xiaosan, chewing on beans, asked, "How is it? How does this compare to the Zhexian Tower?"

Chang'an thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Not good."

"What's wrong?"

"It's bad everywhere, in short... it just makes people feel uncomfortable in all sorts of ways."

"It was indeed many times."

Lu Xiaosan smiled and patted his head again: "I see you're very popular with them, both here and at the Zhexianlou."

Chang'an nodded gently, "The ladies at the Immortal Pavilion are very kind to me, and they're not that bad."

Lu Xiaosan chuckled, "What, have you developed feelings for the people at the Immortal Pavilion?"

Upon hearing this, Chang'an's face showed worry. "I...I don't know, but if my elder brother doesn't like them, then I won't like them either."

"Hahahahahahaha!" Lu Xiaosan laughed wildly, "I love them, I love them so much."

Lu Xiaosan thought to himself, "You can't stop interacting with other people just because of something I said. I don't want to do that."

Chang'an was actually quite happy to hear Lu Xiaosan repeatedly say that she liked it, "Really?"

Lu Xiaosan sneered, "Of course! They're...the great beauties everyone talks about!"

The joy on Chang'an's face vanished in an instant. He lowered his head and murmured, "But they hate my elder brother so much, what should I do..."

"Hahahaha, didn't we agree before: you enjoy yourself in front, and I'll take care of things behind you? If you like those girls, just go and have more contact with them. There's no need to worry about so much."

"Look at these two kids, so young and already playing in this brothel. When they get to our age, they'll probably be sleeping with their own mothers too, hahahahaha." A man suddenly mocked from the side.

Four men were sitting at the next table. Three of them were burly men with stubble, in their thirties or forties and dressed in rough clothes. Each of them had a girl by his side. The words he had just spoken came from them.

The man in the middle was also dressed in coarse clothes, but he had a fair complexion, sat upright, and looked to be no more than thirty years old. Although he was drinking, his eyes were fixed on Lu Xiaosan.

The man's gaze made Lu Xiaosan feel uncomfortable. He returned the man's cold stare and replied, "Yes, when we reach your age, we will also come here to search for our birth mothers, just like you."

"You son of a bitch! Brothers, chop him up!"

The three men pulled out gleaming broadswords from under the table. Upon seeing this, everyone screamed and scattered, leaving only their two tables in the entire Qiaoxiang Pavilion.

Lu Xiaosan nodded his forehead with a murderous look on his face. His sharp eyes reflected the three men with knives.