Chapter Forty-Seven: My Man

Near the Rouge Bridge is Huaijing's famous red light district.

When we walked to the plaque of Xunfang Building, twilight had already fallen.

The four outside are full of lights, there is a water surround outside the pavilion, the boats come and go, the warblers sing and swallow dance, so lively.

But as soon as I arrived at the door, I was dragged into the building by a few young ladies who stood on the street to solicit customers.

The young ladies are scantily clad and dutiful.

After serving the refreshments and pouring the wine, we had to feed and drink after pouring the wine, I thought it was not kind to stand and feed, and tried to sit on our laps.

In the end, he was slashed out by Xuancheng with a black face, and only then did he scream and scatter and escape.

I looked at the split teapot and the corner of the table, and said seriously, "Your Highness, why do you casually break other people's things, and you have to lose money......

The little fairy blushed and said in a fierce tone, "**Karma Land!

He turned his head and glared at me, "What kind of woman are you? Own ......"

He was "own" for a long time, and he didn't say a name.

I stifled a smile.

Xiao Baihua saw that I didn't regret it, but snickered, and slapped the table angrily, "Such a place is forced, I'm you...... It's your ......"

Once again, I couldn't get half a word out of "It's yours" for half a day.

I secretly poked and tugged at the corner of the man's clothes under the table, "But I heard the previous Xiao Er say that the girl Yingying who was almost hooked by the white bone princess is working in Xunfanglou, we want to investigate clearly, if we don't come here to consume, what other way is there? Besides, the girl in Xunfanglou is enthusiastic enough, serving tea and pouring water and sitting on her thigh for half a penny, and she doesn't sell it if she gets cheap, so she doesn't stretch out her hand and don't hit the smiling person..."

His Highness's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye when he heard this, and I shuddered, and the more I spoke, the quieter I became, "But as far as Your Highness's appearance is concerned, it is still up to to us to discuss who took advantage of whom......

Xuancheng probably also felt that he was at a loss, so he snorted coldly, turned around and stopped talking.

My work-oriented sincerity made the man more and more angry......

When I racked my brains, there was a loud "Oops~~~~" not far away.

Turning his head, he saw a slightly chubby, colorful-looking woman, with the mole of the ancestral Qinglou mother of the domestic TV series, Sang Bapo, shaking her handkerchief and twisting her waist and walking over with coquettish steps......

...... It's so cliché, it's so cliché, isn't there a second way for bustards to appear in this world? It's really easy to write......

Mother Sang walked over, the pink handkerchief gently slapped on Xuancheng's stiff shoulder, and said in a coquettish voice, "These two little sons are coming back today~~ The girl in our Xunfanglou doesn't understand the rules~ If there is a place where the hospitality is not good, I hope the two sons don't go to their hearts~~~"

Seeing that the green tendons on Xuancheng's forehead were bursting up, one hand pressed on the Qiankun fan, looking like he was about to kill......

This wood cleanliness is serious, and he has no acting skills, so he can't deal with these Qinglou women at all.

Gotta figure figure it out......

I immediately slammed the teacup, pointed at the old bustard, and said, "Put the old hoof hand clean! You dare to touch the man?? you will tear down your place!"

The brothel, where singing and dancing, fell silent.

Mama-san immediately straightened up her clothes, and the shocked expression on her face was clearly written...... Broken sleeves are so exciting?