If you go to the Qinglou, Yang Huairen's original outfit of an old pedant doesn't seem very suitable.

Fortunately, Lan Ruoxin is also a person who is good at disguise, compared to He Zhiyun's way, Lan Ruoxin's disguise path is not from the same family, not as diverse as Yun'er's craftsmanship, but it is a vivid road.

When visiting the Qinglou, the most common ones are nothing more than four kinds of people, rich businessmen, lustful prodigal sons, pretend to be elegant scholars and gentlemen.

Lan Ruoxin joked that from Yang Huairen's body, she could find out the characteristics of all four kinds of people.

Yang Huairen smiled heartily, and said in his heart You evaluate my brother like this, my brother can only think that this is a compliment to my brother for being an acting school.

The buddy is indeed rich, and he admits it when he says he is lustful, but he is not like a gentleman, but in the future, if my son is not educated, he may become a gentleman, and pretend to be an elegant scholar? Who do you scold?

Buddy is a real cultural person, there is no need to pretend to be elegant at all, buddy is born with a suave and suave face.

"Stinky beauty!"

This is Lan Ruoxin's evaluation. However, she still couldn't help the smile in her heart, and dressed Yang Huairen as a scholar, but in order to prevent him from being recognized, she deliberately disguised her eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose as frivolous.

And she herself is still dressed as a little scholar, but she is more simple and stupid than the appearance in the morning.

As soon as the sky was dark, the streets of Qinglou were lit up with lanterns of various colors and ambiguous colors, and the flowers were green, always shining that hazy and dim light.

Walking here, no matter how determined a man is, his originally pure heart will be contaminated with that trace of emotions.

In later film and television dramas, the kind of row of flowery ladies standing on the windowsill on the second floor, deliberately throwing down the lengthy sleeves and brushing the cheeks of the son, it is all a lie.

Even if they are engaged in this disgraceful industry, the ladies are a little reserved, and the long sleeves are used to be good at dancing, not to turn the whole street into a flag.

Although they make a living by laughing, they also try their best to hide it, creating a kind of half-revealing and shy delicateness, so as to increase their value, and at the same time, they are more attracted to the guest officers with bulging pockets.

Singing all the way, the intermittent whispering of the warbler, in the gentle moonlight of the rising waning moon, it is easy to make people's hearts soften.

The location of Tingyulou is not superior, Yang Huairen and Lan Ruoxin don't know how many plaques with various patterns they counted in front of the smiling Guigong, and finally found the sign of Tingyulou.

Now that he is here, the role is naturally to be sufficient, Yang Huairen held his head high, and also learned the appearance of those carefree boys, and walked into the lobby with his hands behind his back as if he was familiar with it.

From the outside, it doesn't look very inconspicuous Tingyulou, the lobby is still almost full of guests, three or four people on a table, there are some kinds of wine and food on the table, and the guests are holding the weak and boneless ladies in their arms, and they are fed and drinking wine.

An old bustard twisted his waist with a smile and greeted him, saying something like a son who was born so handsome, just looking at his face is a rich and noble character.

Although the words sounded a little sweet and disgusting, Yang Huairen and Lan Ruoxin didn't feel anything at first, this is someone else's profession, and those who do this line of work will not come out to speak if they don't rinse their mouths with honey.

Although the words are some exaggerated sycophants, it is just to earn the silver in your purse, it is not true, Yang Huairen even thinks that even if a toad walks in with gold, this mother will probably say the same thing.

It's just that later the mother dragged Yang Huairen's arm and rubbed it against her full chest, which embarrassed Yang Huairen.

What's even more embarrassing is Lan Ruoxin, or the expression on her face at that moment, it doesn't seem appropriate to describe it as embarrassing, it should be said that it is a kind of resentment, the hatred of wanting to dismantle Qinglou's mother and then cook and eat meat.

Yang Huairen didn't want to withdraw his hand immediately to show his timidity, so he had to secretly give Lan Ruoxin a look, for fear that she would not be able to control her temper for a while, and really beat this mother all over the ground to find her teeth, which would delay the matter.

In the hall on the first floor, the seats around the middle stage were basically full, and my mother asked them to go upstairs to open a private room.

Yang Huairen pondered, a vulgar prostitute like Wang Laoqi estimated that he couldn't afford to open a single room, so if he came to listen to Yulou's patronage, he must be sitting in the hall, so he motioned to Lan Ruoxin to give this mother some silver and ask her to help find a seat.

Lan Ruoxin took out a tael of silver with an angry face, and then let the mother let go of the hands that had been holding Yang Huairen's arm and reached out to pick it up.

Those who can afford to spend money in the Qinglou are not poor money.

What's more, these two haven't done anything as soon as they enter the door, and they haven't even eaten a bite of wine and food, just to find a seat, they can use one or two silver as a tip, which must be at the level of a local tyrant.

Mom smiled more heartily and raised her voice two octaves. She just turned her head and swept it, and saw a small number of people.

"Wang Laoqi, don't occupy a position by yourself, it's better for you to change your seat and squeeze with others."

When Yang Huairen heard this name, he sighed that his luck was very good today, Wang Laoqi was really listening to Yulou, and now he was in front of him.

Combined with the very personal appearance of Wang Laoqi introduced by Lao Sun Tou, Yang Huairen really saw the bean-sized black mole on his chin clearly, and he was sure that he had found the right person.

It's just that the man in front of him is sitting limply in a spacious pedestal, his face is extremely embarrassed, if he didn't know in advance that he was only thirty years old, I'm afraid it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was in his fifties.

His whole face, as if hollowed out by wine, was gloomy and dark, but it was also a little white.

A rosacea nose makes it impossible to tell whether it is the original appearance like this, or is it that the nose is as red as a clown when it is drunk.

The skin on his cheeks is loose like an old man, his eyes are the kind of blur after a hangover, he has no look and can't find focus, and the slight redness in his eyes seems to have calmed into the eyeballs.

At first glance, Wang Laoqi's appearance made Yang Huairen and Lan Ruoxin unable to be disappointed, but this also made Yang Huairen feel that the more such people were, the more they should be saved, after all, there are not many craftsmen with exquisite craftsmanship like him.

Wang Laoqi didn't stand up, just leaned on the soft bench and twisted his body slightly, facing his mother who was yelling at him, Erlang's legs changed direction, and looked at the two people behind his mother, without the slightest intention of giving up his seat.

"You greedy old bastard, no matter what Lao Tzu says, you are also a frequent visitor to your house, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's patronage of your young ladies and daughters, your house would have closed long ago......"