At night, the lights of Kyoto North Street are red and willow green, Jinfeng Tower is the most prosperous, and there is an endless stream of famous sons and daughters who come and go, and they are full of silver tickets, just to enter the Spring Festival for a moment.

Coming in, a group of bearded girls flowed into the capital, who were good at exotic dances, and sold themselves in Jinfeng Tower, one a day, squeezing through the threshold.

"Brother! What is a princess? Can the princess have those bearded girls who are wild, and the boudoir can be better than them? A young man in an emerald robe pulled a drunken man beside him, pointed to the Jinfeng Tower in front of him and said, "Go!" Dude, take you inside for a walk! There are not a few girls who are more beautiful than Princess Huanxi in it! ”

The drunken man was not a bystander, it was Murong Yuan, the second cousin who had a conflict with Shangguan Jingyao on the street a few days ago!

"Dude, pick a bearded girl for you, the kind of ...... that has never touched a man," said the man next to Murong Yuan, "When you enter the room and cover her face with a pillow, you will imagine her as Princess Huanxi, let you gallop, so happy!" ”

Murong Yuan picked it with drunken eyes, and there was some agreement in his heart, so he followed.

The boy next to him is one of the four tyrants of Kyoto, Xuanyuan Qi.

As soon as he entered the Jinfeng Tower, he pointed to the largest and most elegant wing room on the second floor and shouted: "Boss, make room for the master——"

A dignified-looking middle-aged woman walked out slowly, bowed to Murong Yuan and Xuanyuan, and said in a good voice: "Prince Xuanyuan, Prince Murong, the upstairs wing has been fixed, and you can't afford to offend this person." ”

Murong Yuan's wine woke up for three minutes, his brows furrowed, and he pointed at the proprietress and scolded angrily: "Bastard! In this capital, in addition to the royal family, there are also people that I Murong Yuan can't afford to offend?! My eldest uncle is Shangguan Yun, the prime minister of the dynasty, and my grandfather is Murong Ye, the general of the expedition to the north, who is in this room? The official function is higher than the two of them?! ”

The middle-aged woman's surname is Jin, and her name is Fenglai. She smiled at Murong Yuan: "It's not anyone else in the wing, it's my master." My master is closed and doesn't do business, even if you invite Prime Minister Shangguan Yun and General Murong Ye, it won't help. ”

Murong Yuan was worried about Princess Huanxi, and now he couldn't find a place to have a good time. He frowned, his face was gloomy, and he scolded angrily: "What kind of thing is your master?!" Tell him to come down to me! ”

"I'm afraid, I can't do what my son wants." Jin Fenglai pointed behind him and said, "Did Childe see that plaque?" The three words "Jinfeng Building" are nominated by the emperor's imperial pen, and my master is allowed to settle down in the capital, whether it is to open a restaurant or a brothel, it all depends on the mood of my master. The stairs are behind me, leading to the second floor, and the son is not afraid of offending the emperor, so he can go straight to the second floor and meet my master! ”

Murong Yuan thought that this girl was deliberately bluffing, and just as he was about to step forward, he was grabbed by Xuanyuan Qi, who was traveling with him, and persuaded him: "Brother, I have the first emperor Mobao in my family, and these three words are indeed from the hands of the first emperor." We don't know who the people upstairs are, so we'd better not act rashly...... Perhaps, people are royal relatives. ”

Although Murong Yuan was drunk, he still knew the severity, so he flicked his sleeves and said, "Wait for the master!" When the master finds out the identity of that person, he will be allowed to have no good fruit to eat! ”

With that, he pulled Xuanyuan Qi and turned around and walked out of Jinfeng Tower.

Jin Fenglai toe lightly, flew upstairs, landed outside the box door on the second floor, and said respectfully: "Master, the wild dog has been driven away." ”