The turtle slave was about to say something, but was pushed away by the person who rushed up next to him. "Let's go away, other people's sons don't like men at all. Childe, let me tell you, what kind of girls we have in this building! One race and one beautiful, each one is as beautiful as a fairy. Do you like that slender figure, or like that plump, or like those delicate little girls, our Flying Feather Pavilion will definitely satisfy you......"

Before the word "ah" could be finished, he was pulled behind by the person who greeted him. "This son, don't listen to him, the girl in the Flying Feather Pavilion is ugly. Look at our Yichun Building, the girls are not only good-looking, but also first-class kung fu. If you want to play that butterfly, we can also satisfy you here! ”

But after saying this, I didn't see any reaction from the other party.

The old turtle slave of Lancuilou couldn't help but touch the person next to him, and said with a puzzled expression: "You say, this person won't not understand our words!" ”

"Seems to be." The man nodded and replied.

"It's over, people don't understand it at all, and we feel that our saliva is wasted."

"Not really...... Alas~"

"It's okay, if you don't understand it, you can understand it." After that, the turtle slave who opened his mouth stepped forward and wanted to pull Qian Ye's arm.

"Zheng!" The long knife was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed in the dark night.

A rich murderous aura gushed out, and people couldn't help but be discouraged.

The turtle slave who stretched out his hand couldn't help but take a few steps back, and touched his finger that was still built in fear, glad that he didn't reach out and touch the other party's clothes, otherwise, maybe his finger would have disappeared.

Seeing that his deterrence had an effect, Qian Ye put Qingfu into the sheath, calmly bypassed the group of stunned turtle slaves, and continued to walk forward.

After she had walked a considerable distance, the turtle slaves dared to take a big breath.

"Good boy, this kid is so scary!"

"I've heard people say that this Fuso ronin is the same as killing people and cutting watermelons! I heard that this doesn't even care about the local government! That young man, maybe it's a ronin from Fuso, thinking we're going to rob it! ”

"Hiss~" Someone in the crowd gasped quietly and whispered: "It's so terrible, if we really provoke this person, I'm afraid that this little life will have to be explained here." ”

"Who's to say it isn't!"

Everyone touched their necks with palpitations, but there was still a chill in their hearts.

How did Qian Ye know that the other party regarded her as a ronin who killed people without blinking, and besides, where was that ronin as terrible as they said, just some destitute and destitute samurai.

When she walked near Xuanwu Street, she saw that the lights were bright, and there was a faint sound of bamboo. So she walked in curiously, but she didn't expect it to be a large-scale flower street, which was even more magnificent than the Yoshihara she had seen. As far as the eye can see, large and small green buildings are lined up like long dragons, and the faint light of the lanterns on both sides is sprinkled all the way, like a continuous fire dragon.

Looking at all these places, it seems that as long as there are men, the brothel is a fixed existence. Could it be that men are all animals that think in the lower half of their bodies, and they must completely dissipate their energy in the night? There was no such thing as Durex in ancient times, and I am afraid that the dirty disease was often visible!

At this moment, it was not early, and Qian Ye was already a little tired after walking all the way. But looking at the flower street, I don't know when I will come to the end!

There are occasionally dark alleys on the street, and if you look roughly, you can see that there are red lanterns hanging and houses are low. There may also be a turtle slave at the door, and a man in a down-to-earth dress hurries into the door.

Qian Ye knew that this brothel was also divided into levels. If you are more advanced, there will be flower girls who will talk to you about music and dance. As for these places, most of them pay attention to elegance and talk about love with flower girls. In ancient times, the wife was regarded as a respectful side, and most of them did not want to marry, but they were just tolerant of being a family member or other reasons. And this flower girl is different, elegant and beautiful, it is a good time to start a new relationship! Pay some money and enjoy the taste of love, these are the most boring men! And most of the intermediate places are similar to the high-level ones, but the level is slightly worse, and most of the guests received are mainly based on the feelings in bed. As for the lowest one, it is just a place for men to vent/lust, and most of them are poor people like peddlers and pawns. When the men arrived here, it was not to exchange their feelings with the technical women, so they pulled down their pants and made a few teases, lifted their pants and paid the money and left. And most of the technicians who stay here are the most pitiful. Because of various reasons, he was so depressed, even when he died, he was just rolled up in a broken mat and thrown into a mass grave.

Standing in front of the dark alley and waiting for a while, Qian Ye had a little calculation in his heart, and quietly knocked on the door panel while the night was dark. Not long after, a sleepy-eyed man poked his head out and seemed a little surprised to see Qianye.

"You have a clean room here, take me to see it."

The turtle slave was stunned for a moment, but saw that the young man in red had bypassed him and walked inside. Seeing this, he hurriedly followed.

It's just a row of low bungalows, a courtyard-like building, and a few thin flowers in the yard.

"Come here." The turtle slave pointed out a room to the west of Qianye, there was no light in the house, and it looked dark from the outside. "Osmanthus, open the door, there is a guest. You haven't picked up customers for several days, and if you continue like this, I'm afraid you won't even be able to drink gruel tomorrow. ”

The door opened from the inside with a "squeak", and out came a woman with loose hair and a light pink undershirt. The woman looked like she was in her twenties, with puffy bags under her eyes, and a sallow face, which looked like she was overindulged.

Qian Ye frowned, pushed the woman away and walked in. There is no special smell in the house, and the furnishings are very simple. There were a few neat-looking quilts piled on a clay kang, a chest of drawers, a dresser, and almost nothing else. The guests who come and go here probably don't have the heart to enjoy the scenery here, maybe they will do it on the edge of the kang!

She walked over and turned over the quilt, which had a faint smell of sunshine, which really surprised her. "Have you taken this quilt and dried it?"

The woman didn't know why, and nodded subconsciously.

"Has anyone else covered it but you?"

"It's just me." The woman replied lightly, "Those men are just taking off their pants and making a fuss here, where are they in the mood to chat with me under the quilt!" "What they want in this brothel is that cheap, and the men have to go out to work after relieving their desires, where do they have the heart to sleep here. Even in the daytime, there is an endless stream of guests here, but it is not more comfortable than in the flower building outside!

After a brief look at the situation in the house, Qian Ye said, "I'm going to stay here for one night, and as for you—" she frowned and glanced at the woman, "either sleep in a corner, or go to someone else's room." ”

As soon as these words came out, the woman and the turtle slave were stunned. I haven't met such a strange guest yet, as long as the house doesn't want women. If you want to rest, just look for an inn. But if you want to think about it, you don't dare to ask. And Qian Ye didn't have the heart to explain to them, he was hiding from people, and he was really sleepy.

She raised her head and yawned lightly, looking at the turtle slave and the woman who were still standing, she said, "Go, bring me a basin of washing water." ”

The woman went out with the basin in a daze, and came back in a daze, when she saw a candle burning in the house, a beautiful young man sitting on the edge of the kang was teasing a white-haired puppy and almost knocked over the basin.

After the woman walked to the door, Qian Ye had already noticed it. She stepped forward to take the face wash water sent by the woman, washed her face simply, and didn't dare to wipe her face with the towel here, so she took off her coat and put Qingfu next to her pillow. "Are you going to sleep here?"

There are people in other rooms, maybe there will be guests coming to the door at any time, how dare the woman disturb them. So, after being stunned for a while, after blowing out the candle, he took off his shoes and pulled a thin quilt over his body carefully.

The early summer in the north was not so hot, so Qian Ye still covered his abdomen with a thin quilt, crossed his hands and gently covered his lower abdomen, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In the darkness, the woman stared at a pair of eyes, and only after hearing a heavy breath did she close her eyes and slowly fall asleep with a strange thought.

Qian Ye naturally didn't dare to fall asleep in such a strange place, and about an hour later, she suddenly heard a knock on the door next door. This was followed by the man's panting and the woman's not-so-beautiful moans.

The soundproofing of this house is really poor. Frowning, she slowed her breathing and allowed herself to fall back asleep.

And next door, after a low roar from a man, it was silent for a while, and then there was another knock at the door. But after a few moments, the familiar voice resounded.

This night, Qian Ye heard that there were no more or no less men next door, at least a dozen men. I admired the endurance of the woman next door, and I was even more sad for them. But that's all, compassion is one of the emotions that every normal person should have. But she won't do much, it's not something she should be in charge of, and it's not something she has the ability to do. Even in modern times, hasn't the industry of skilled women still disappeared from the world?

Among the six doors, after Shangguan Mingxin finished processing the table full of official documents, the sky outside was already pitch black. Rubbing his slightly aching neck, he stepped out of the room and walked towards his courtyard.

There was a bath in the courtyard, which he had specially prepared for himself, in the compartment of his room. There was a rather large pool in the bathhouse, and hot water flowed through it every day, so that the pool always kept warm and alive flowing. This water flow was a hot spring dug from the ground after the renovation of six gates, so such a remote and ordinary courtyard was used by him to live.

At night, indulging yourself in a pool of hot water is a feeling that no one has ever experienced will ever understand.

Coming out of the bath, Shangguan Mingxin subconsciously listened to the movement next door after lying on the bed. His bed was next to the large bed next door, and he guarded and protected the occasional important suspect at the six doors.

After listening carefully for a while, he suddenly sat down, wearing only a middle coat, and after putting on a coat, he hurriedly pushed the door out. He first knocked on the door, but received no response, and pushed the door open, only to see a deserted room.

"Damn it!" Let 'him' escape!

This night is destined not to be peaceful.