Huamen Tower, as its name suggests, is the land of flowers and moons in Beijing, day and night, drunk and golden, and people in and out are also endless. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Huamenlou is located in the intersection of the east and west of the city, there are a lot of people who pass here, and the fame of this Huamenlou is outside, so the people who come here are also all over the world. The nobles in Beijing often gather here in order to show off their family wealth, and spend a lot of money, just to win the night of the Oiran of the Huamen Tower, but since the opening of the Huamenlou, no one has ever touched an inch of the Oiran's skin.

The number one Oiran of Huamen Tower is named Qixi Festival, and she is the first female pianist in the south, she was born in the red dust, lived in the red dust, but has never been infected with the red dust and is cheesy, and she is clean. Qixi girl rarely appears in the eyes of everyone, only will play a song on stage on the Qixi Festival, legend has it that she gave birth to a national color and fragrant face, this is just a legend, just because every appearance but always put a veil on herself, almost no one can see her appearance, only look at its portrait, reverie.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this mystery that people want to get her and possess her. Most of the nobles who came to the Huamenlou were from famous families, and they all had their own wives, but they still drilled into the Huamenlou every day, which also provoked the women to hate the Huamenlou.

Zhao Shuxuan had just walked to the door of Huamen Tower, and the old bustard greeted her flatteringly, holding Zhao Shuxuan's arm affectionately, and pulling her and the hollyhock inside, the strong smell of fragrant powder came to her face, the old bustard's smiling face was full of wrinkles, and the thick rouge gouache was smeared on her face, and the miserable white face was in stark contrast with the turmeric neck.

The old bustard motioned to the scantily clad young girl standing by the door to come and pick up the guests, and then turned his head and asked, "Jun Gongzi looks very good, is it the first time to come to our Huamenlou?" Asking, her fat body was about to stick to Zhao Shuxuan's body, and Dong Lyhock was going to go over and push her away.

Zhao Shuxuan frowned, shook off the old bustard's hand, and dusted off his body, looking very impatient.

The old bustard was stunned for a moment, then put on a smiling face and said, "Childe, do you see if these girls have anything you like?" ”

Zhao Shuxuan carefully inspected the people who came and went here, there was a murder, as if it had never happened, and it was still open for business as usual. This time sneaking into this flower gatehouse, Zhao Shuxuan naturally came with a clear purpose.

Zhao Shuxuan swept his cold eyes towards the old bustard, and the old bustard met this gaze, only to feel a stirring spirit in her heart, she had seen all kinds of people, but this handsome young man, although he had never said a word, but just a few simple glances and a few actions made her a little scared. The old bustard couldn't help but take a closer look at Zhao Shuxuan's clothes, and she noticed that the jade pendant worn by Zhao Shuxuan's waist was so finely carved that it was worth a lot at a glance, and the person who matched it must be from a lot of background.

The old bustard hurriedly asked respectfully: "Childe, look at it, all the girls in our Huamenlou are out of the water, and Chun'er has not come to greet Childe." She looked at Dong Kui again, "There's another little boy here, Qiuli, come here." ”

Two young women, both wearing a bandeau gauze skirt, half of the snow-white breasts are exposed, the spring is about to leak, the slender waist is full of grip, the woman called Chun'er twisted the slender waist and walked over, a pair of white and tender hands touched Zhao Shuxuan's body, and her eyes were hooking.