"Zihuan, come on, I've found Mo Weige." Feng Wanwan stopped in front of a single-family building, this building is different from other buildings seen on this street, there are no half-clad men outside the gate to attract customers, as far as the eye can see, there are two elegant men on the left and one on the right on the balcony on the second floor. Raising his hand and waving, he beckoned Feng Zihuan, who was looking for someone in the distance.

"Don't worry, take away all worries. Would you like to come in and sit down? At this time, inside the gate, a man with long black hair, handsome eyebrows, and brocade clothes walked out. The man smiled playfully, and the two faint nasolabial folds on his lips dyed his handsome face with a hint of majesty, which made people respect, but not afraid, but added a bit of charm to him.

"Are you from the Mowu Pavilion? Sure enough, Mo Yuge is different from others" Feng Wanwan looked at the man who came out, his long hair was untied, and he was casually draped, but there was no trace of looseness, but it added a bit of elegance.

"The slave family is the manager of Mo Worry Pavilion, and the guest officer may wish to call me the manager of Qi. Although we are located in Fengyue Red Street, we are not in the leather and meat business. Would the guest officer be interested in coming in? Steward Qi stood sideways by the door and stretched out his hand with a respectful gesture. Feng Zihuan also came to the door of Mo Yu Pavilion, smelling that there seemed to be a familiar smell in the air, and without waiting for Feng Wanwan, he stepped into Mo Yu Pavilion first.

"Sister Zihuan, wait for me. Those who have just been going back will be more anxious than me. Feng Wanwan also walked in after him, but he didn't expect that Mo Weige was not only different from other buildings outside the door, but also extremely elegant inside, the little guys were neatly dressed, and they served tea and water to perform their duties. On the stage in the hall, some people play the piano, some people play the flute, and the guests in the audience have inscriptions and paintings, and some play chess. In this red street, it is peerless and independent, out of the mud and not stained.

"Childe is bathing, and idle people are not allowed to trespass." Feng Zihuan followed the smell all the way to the third floor, and was about to go up to the top floor to pursue, but was stopped by two thugs with sticks under the stairs.

"This guest officer, don't be impatient. This upstairs is the residence of our forgetful son, and we are not allowed to trespass. Why don't we go to the box and sit down, and we'll see Childe later at the Oiran Conference. Feng Wanwan chased Feng Zihuan all the way to the third floor, and Steward Qi followed closely behind, seeing this, he stepped forward to dissuade him.

"Sister Zihuan, what's wrong with you? This way so fast? Come on, come on, accompany me to drink tea" Feng Wanwan pulled Feng Zihuan over, after all, everyone said that they were bathing, so it was naturally not good to trespass.

Steward Qi raised his eyes and glanced at the top floor, his eyes motioned to the two thugs guarding the stairs, turned his head and took Feng Wanwan and the two to a box on the second floor with a smile on his face, and arranged for someone to send the best Biluochun and snacks and retreated.

"Sister Zihuan, what happened to you just now? Do you know this carefree boy? I've never seen you so out of shape" Feng Wanwan waited for the tea to be served, and waved her hand to let the servants in the room retreat. As he spoke, he turned over a silver needle to check the tea, and only when there was no abnormality did he eat it with confidence.

"Wanwan, I'。。。。。 Hey, let me tell you the truth, didn't Concubine Yu recruit me into the palace a few days ago, and when I left the palace that night, I met an injured man in an alley close to the south of the city. After helping him bandage, he disappeared, and he seemed to smell the same fragrance on his body at the door, so I wanted to see if he was better. ”

"Injured man? Kind bandaging? The rhythm of this hero saving beauty, people just left? Don't make a promise or anything? ”

"You little girl, you actually make fun of me, see if I don't tear your mouth"

"Slightly, I can't hit it. Sister Zihuan, pay attention to the image, the image"

Here, the two women were laughing and playing in the room, and at that end, Steward Qi stepped up to the fourth floor and entered the only room on the fourth floor. In the room, there is a large case of pear marble, on which there are various celebrity law posts, and dozens of treasure inkstones, all kinds of pen holders, and the pens inserted in the sea of pens are like woods. There is a large "Smoke and Rain Picture in the South of the Yangtze River" hanging on the wall, and a couplet is hung on the left and right, which is the painting of the former dynasty Shengyan Lu Gong Mobao, and its word cloud: Yanxia idle bones, Quanshiye career. The whole house is furnished, giving people the feeling of being full of chic and elegant bookish atmosphere.

"Uncle Qi, who was downstairs just now?" Hearing someone enter the door, the man didn't raise his head, holding a wolf pen in his hand, and was painting and calligraphy.

"Childe, it is the lord of King Ke's Mansion and the ninth princess of the dynasty. The old slave has already led them to the box, and will not disturb the son. ”

"Oh? Ke Wangfu? But the Ke King who killed my Xiao family? Hearing Ke Wangfu, the pen in the man's hand paused, and the ink dripped, and a black dot jumped onto the paper, ruining a painting. Back then, my mother impeached King Ke and submitted a piece of advice on self-respect, but before she saw the holy face, she was detained by King Ke. The entire Xiao Mansion was engulfed in fire overnight, and twenty or thirty servants and servants were buried in the fire, and even the children were not spared.

"The old slave was able to rescue his son from the fire back then, which was already a blessing from God. Watching my son grow up over the years, I don't ask for anything else, I just hope that my son can be healthy and safe."

Hearing the man mention the events of that year, Xiao Qi felt that the scar on the back of his neck was aching again. Many years have passed, but the memory of the fire is still fresh. The fire was too big, and Lord Xiao and his wife desperately protected their young son and sent them out of the door, so that he, who was the housekeeper of the Xiao family at the time, escaped with his son. The beams of the house burned by the fire fell, and Lord Xiao and his wife were buried in the fire, and in order to protect Gongzi, he used his body to block the scattered window lattice, extending from the back of his neck to his back, leaving a long burn that could not be healed. In order to avoid pursuit, he took his son to travel around for many years, accumulated some property and took down this building, so that he had a place to live. In order to make a living in recent years, Gongzi did not hesitate to use his pseudonym to forget his worries and list his art, and at the same time took in some homeless poor people to stay in the cabinet. That's why there is this Mo Worry Pavilion, and the Mo Worry Pavilion is full of clear people, only selling art and not selling body.

"Uncle Qi, this time, the county lord of King Ke's Mansion sent me to the door, just to pay tribute to my Xiao family." The man raised his head, with an elegant and stunning face, if Feng Zihuan was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this was the man she had met.

"Childe, don't be in a hurry. King Ke has been back in Beijing for many years, his roots are deep, and he still holds military power, so he still needs to think twice" Xiao Qi heard the hatred in the man's words and dissuaded him from acting rashly. For so many years, King Ke did not stop chasing and killing, so they had to hide incognito in this red street where dragons and snakes are mixed. I heard that this Red Street also has a bit of a background, whether it is the government or the local ruffians and hooligans, no one dares to make trouble in the Red Street, but anyone who makes trouble in the Red Street will be punished. In the Red Street, the most mysterious existence is the Dust House in the depths of the street, which has never opened its doors to entertain customers for so many years. This year's Oiran Contest, I seem to have heard that the Dust House has also signed up.

"Uncle Qi, I understand, I can't be in a hurry. You go down first, send someone to keep an eye on them, and wait until the Oiran contest is over tonight. Hearing this, Uncle Qi leaned over and left the room. Arrange for the little maid to pay close attention to the Fengwanwan box on the second floor, and report any changes quickly.

Feng Wanwan and the others had not yet sat in the room for an hour, when they heard a gong and drum outside the door, and the Oiran Contest began. The pleasure-seeking women in each building were also startled by the sound of gongs and drums, and they went out one after another. Some gambling houses also sent people to set up gambling tables on the side of the round table, among which the prestigious drunken red mansion mercy buy one to lose five, Mo Worry Pavilion is clear, never stay overnight, Mo Worry Pavilion forget the odds to buy one to lose ten, the most unpopular is the faceless Dust House, no one has ever heard of it, the odds directly rise to buy one to lose hundred.

Branches on the moon, red streets, Oiran contest.

"Today, the annual Red Street Oiran Contest is being held as scheduled, thank you very much for joining us. Some of the old customers who often come to Red Street should know me, but there are still some new faces this year, and the slave family still introduces themselves, the slave family's name is Hongxuan, and he is the steward of this Red Street, and you can also call me Aunt Hong. On the branches of the moon, after a burst of colorful fireworks dispersed above the Oiran competition venue, several feet of red silk flew out of the air, and a woman stepped on the silk silk in the air and slowly flew into the field. The woman was wearing a red cardigan feather gauze long skirt, the neckline was open very low, revealing her plump breasts, her face was like a hibiscus, her eyebrows were like willows, her eyes were more charming than peach blossoms, her skin was like snow, her black hair was pulled into a high beauty bun, her head was full of pearls and hairpins shining dazzlingly under the light of the brilliant fireworks, and her bright red lips were slightly raised, a beautiful woman.

"Aunt Hong, don't be funny, with your appearance, it's not an exaggeration to say that she is a twenty-eight girl."

"That's it, everyone believes Sister Hong, you say, don't you?"

"Honghong, you're here, how can these beauties look as good as you"

The audience has long been overcrowded, or in groups of three or five, or embracing beauties. Seeing the woman in red coming out, some familiar ones directly picked up the conversation and joked. With one or two openings, a lot of flattering words came out one after another, and the woman on the stage laughed coquettishly, fascinated how many daughters.

"Don't make fun of Aunt Hong. The slave family has been here for ten years, and it has been fifteen years now, and it is still comparable to these delicate beauties. Hehe, the girl of the Zhang family is careful that the beauty in her arms is angry, but the gains outweigh the losses. Hong Xuanjiao glanced at the woman in gorgeous clothes who hugged her left and right in the audience.

Feng Wanwan pulled Feng Zihuan out of Mo Wei Pavilion, and happened to watch the woman in red walking in the air. The two of them didn't want to find a place to watch the game, not only was the stage full of people, but the several buildings next to the stage were already crowded. Feng Wanwan had no choice but to take Feng Zihuan to the roof. The roof is empty, and the view is excellent, just enough to see the whole stage. As everyone knows, every move fell into the eyes of the man holding the red fan in the attic directly behind the stage, and the man watched them go up to the roof, laughed lowly, and secretly sighed what kind of wonderful person this is.

"Stupid woman, come out to play without this king." Feng Wanwan had just sat down on the roof when a white shadow jumped into her arms. When Feng Wanwan subconsciously made a move, Xiaobai's arrogant voice came to her mind. When I looked at it, it was really the white fox.