On the flower street in the west of Chang'an City, there is a hidden alley, and the laughter is full at night. The men who come and go, let people know where the road is when they see it.

It was a gathering place for brothels.

The literati call is better, so it is called Qing/Lou.

One of the most famous is the Forgotten Dust Pavilion, as the name suggests, it is a place for men to get drunk and fascinated.

Su Musha, the owner of the Forgotten Dust Pavilion, is a wonderful flower in this industry, handsome and chic, graceful, and took over this green/building in his early twenties, and within two years he made the business prosperous, stealing the limelight from all the brothels.

This is also relying on his ruthless control, no one in the Qing/Lou dares to say no to him, let alone disobey the order, even if the prostitutes he buys are disobedient, they can be adjusted/trained to obey after a day or two.

But for this reason, even if he is a beautiful man, the girls in the city do not dare to get close to him who is in and out of the flowers.

It was snowing heavily today, and the grandmothers of the Forgotten Dust Pavilion were waiting at the door for Su Musha, who was far away. When it was almost dawn, I looked at the figure walking on the other side of the snow, and hurriedly went forward to greet him with an umbrella, but I was shocked by the appearance in front of me.

Su Musha was wearing a shirt that was not thick, and there were snow seeds sticking to his body, and the cloak he had put on before going out to keep warm was now wrapped around the girl he was holding in his arms.

"Yo, Childe, whose family is this girl? Hurt? ”

Mama looked at the girl, although there was a cloak covering her body, it was not difficult to see that the blood was still flowing from her heels, and her face was very pale.

Su Musha turned his head to look at the person in his arms, she was already unconscious, but even so, her brows were tightly locked.

"Don't ask, find a warm room for her to sleep in, and then ask a doctor to come over."

After speaking, he strode towards the pavilion, Mama honestly closed her mouth, and did as Su Musha instructed, but in her heart she wondered about this girl of unknown origin, Gongzi treated her quite well, at least she had never seen Gongzi personally hug back a girl.

When Chang Xi woke up, it was already two days later.

"Where am I? He's dead? ……”

Indeed, Chang Xi remembered that he had drunk poisoned wine, and he must have met King Yama at this time and drank Meng Po soup. All kinds of pre-death images swept in, and her whole head seemed to be cracked.

"Lu Pheasant...... Lv Pheasant! …… My kids ......"

She gritted her teeth, tears dripping onto the pillow.

"Calm down, or it won't do you any good."

My voice, not loud or small, echoed through the room, enough to make her head half clear.

At this moment, I was half-lying on the chair next to the bed, and the maids were gone, and there were only two of us left in the room.

"Who are you?" Chang Xi propped himself up and sat up, squinting at me.

Because at least in this day and age, my latest Dior shirt and jeans look like a weirdo or a strange beggar from a very few countries.

Chang Xi does have a beautiful skin, hair like ink, bright eyes and bright teeth, like a woman walking out of the painting, although there is no modern exquisite makeup, but more fairy.

This also proves that I made the right choice.

"Don't worry, I'm the one to help you, here...... Looks like a brothel. I shoved the last clove of orange into my mouth, and a wave of soreness made me shake my shoulders.

I pushed open the window against the wall, and the cold wind blew in, and there was a commotion outside.

Chang Xi was obviously not so relieved, she pulled up the futon and wrapped it around her body: "It turns out that I am not dead...... You saved my life? ”