It was about noon when the group arrived at their destination, and the carriage stopped in front of a teahouse.

"Wanjun, it's here." Su Qing woke up Wanjun and helped her men get out of the carriage.

The scale of the Zhao family teahouse really lives up to its name. At the door, there were two doormen who were in charge of answering the door, respectfully welcoming every guest officer present, and there were seven or eight runners in the hall wearing the same clothes.

"You two, please." The doorman at the door made a "please" gesture.

"Two of you in the sky." The waiter raised his voice and shouted inside.

Wanjun and Su Qing arrived at the private room under the leadership of the waiter, the location was very good, quiet in the middle of the noise, no one came to disturb them, and their eyes were facing the stage downstairs.

On the stage, an old man wore exaggerated makeup, sat on a chair, and sang, "Island, see the Jade Rabbit, and rise to the east ......"

This excerpt on stage is the famous "The Drunken Concubine". Lao Dan's voice is very good, the words are correct and round, and almost every sentence he sings can attract applause from the audience.

Wanjun looked at Lao Dan on the stage, nodded subconsciously, and seemed to understand some eyebrows about the way of management.

Wanjun watched it with relish, but Su Qing never liked to listen to dramas, especially Lao Dan. Hmph, it's not interesting. Patiently sat next to him, and the more he listened, the more bored he became.

"Wanjun, I want to go out for a walk, you are here by yourself, is it okay?" Su Qing asked.

"If you're bored, go to the streets first, and remember to pick me up in the evening." Wanjun is also very considerate, knowing that her husband has endured boredom with her for so long, it is indeed bitter for him.

The drama in the teahouse kept humming and singing, folding and folding, and singing for several hours.

Xiao Si knocked on the door several times, came in to pour tea and water for Wanjun, and occasionally brought in some seasonal melons and fruits.

Wanjun drank tea and ate melon seeds, looking at the front desk downstairs, Mr. Bookkeeper had been busy collecting accounts all day.

Wanjun sighed in her heart, this teahouse is really making money. If you want to improve the competitiveness of the teahouse and have more income, you have to find a way to expand the area of the teahouse, do a good job of decoration, and recruit a few helpers with a good image and politeness.

It was getting a little dark, and Wanjun watched the people downstairs change wave after wave, secretly wondering why this Su Qing hadn't come back.

Wanjun called the waiter, "How many taels of silver are there?" ”

"Back to the girl, three or two."

Wanjun paid, walked out of the teahouse, and ran out into the street to find him.

The black canopy of heaven gradually opened, enveloping the entire town. Wanjun's heart was up and down, and she was even more confused with her breathing and steps.

Wanjun looked around the street, but did not see Su Qing's figure.

"Auntie, have you ever seen a man today, more than eight feet, wearing a green shirt, with a piece of jade hanging on his waist." Wanjun asked anxiously.

"The old body has never seen it, dare to ask the girl if she has searched all the surroundings?"

"I've searched all four weeks, but I haven't found my father-in-law." Wanjun replied truthfully.

"Have you ever been to Zuixiang Mansion to find it?" The old woman kindly reminded.

Although Wanjun was skeptical, she still asked the woman for directions, and then bowed to the old woman and said goodbye.

Zuixianglou is the most famous flower street in the town, Willow Lane, and it is also a famous swinger gathering place.

Wanjun found a place according to the woman's guidance, and as soon as she entered the door, she was smoked by the strong smell of fat powder and pinched her nose, she really didn't understand why those men liked to come to this kind of place.

Wanjun looked around, but inadvertently saw a man in a green shirt leaning on a woman's arms, and Wanjun's head was "coaxed" to get bigger.

Wanjun walked straight towards the figure and saw Su Qing fainting in the arms of a woman in red. The woman was scantily dressed, one hand roamed over Su Qing's body, and the other hand held a wine glass, teasing the unconscious Su Qing while drinking.

Wanjun watched the woman move her hands and feet to Su Qing, and instantly felt that her blood rushed straight to her brain, and she was furious for a moment.

"What are you, let go of my husband!" Wanjun glared at the woman with her eyes, and her eyes were full of fierceness.

"Yo, sister, I thought who you were, it turned out to be his wife, he couldn't control the man, he came to the slave house to seek comfort, could it be that my sister still blames Qing'er?" Qing'er looked pitiful, although every sentence was respectful and couldn't be faulted, but in fact, every sentence was prickly, and it was a naked provocation.

Wanjun looked at a woman in a green building talking nonsense, if she was told to swallow her anger, I am afraid it would really be difficult for a strong person.

Wanjun didn't bother to talk nonsense with her, walked straight to the table, grabbed a wine jug, and poured a pot of wine directly on Qing'er.

The wine splashed on Qing'er's face, running down her cheeks, on the ground, on her clothes, and on her shoulders, so she was not embarrassed.

Qing'er sat on the ground decadently, like a lifeless doll, and her eyes were full of tears.

"Sister, it's not the slave's fault, the slave didn't put a knife on the neck of the benefactor, let him come to the drunken fragrance building." Qing'er sat decadently like this, compared to Wanjun's domineering, Qing'er looked more like a resentful woman who caught her husband and went to the Qinglou to have fun.

"Okay, then let me ask you, how can you be so innocent, why did you come to this flower street and willow lane for entertainment and pastime. Who do you think you are, a prostitute, a very despicable prostitute, who has the right to pretend to be pitiful to me here. ”

"You ......" Qing'er was poked in the soft underbelly, and instantly became angry. Qing'er is the kind of person who is forced to be sold into a brothel to become a prostitute, and after she hypnotizes herself countless times to convince herself to succumb to fate, she reluctantly swallows her tears, pretends to be happy, changes into gorgeous clothes, and embarks on this road of no return. It is indeed a sorrow to sell the body and retain the soul.

"Then who do you think you are, you can't manage your own man, and you come here to spread wild. You're capable, you're good*, you're a man, what's it to run out and trouble me. Qing'er didn't show weakness, and stood up directly from the ground, it seemed that she was going to fight to the death with Wanjun.

The crisp slap sound of "pop" echoed in the private room, the air instantly froze, and Qing'er's eyes widened even more, blinded by everything that happened suddenly, and even forgot to cover her hot and sore cheeks with her hands.

And Su Qing, who was lying to the side, was groggy at the moment, unaware of what was happening around him.

The people next door heard the quarrel in the room, and soon there were people watching the excitement. This kind of scene of the original wife beating the prostitute will be staged in this drunken incense building almost every day.

"Yo, you see, this one here today is really a real tigress, this time Miss Qing'er is unlucky." A man seemed to be a regular here, gloating.

"Well, let her beg for her own blessings." A daughter who was also scantily dressed, rubbing a thick fat powder, twisted her slender waist and was about to leave, and looked back reluctantly before leaving, as if it was a pity to miss such a good show.

At this moment, Qing'er's face seemed to have regained her instincts, the pain was hot, and the corners of her mouth were broken, oozing red blood.

Wanjun's slap was really not light, and she almost used all her strength to breastfeed, not only making Qing'er's body feel painful, but also slapping her reason back.

The men who used to hold her in their arms and caress her gently, the daughters who were usually commensurate with her sisters, just watched themselves suffer like this. Qing'er's heart was broken, broken like red wine dripping on the ground, flowing with this red blood, and the broken heart was scattered all over the ground, and it could no longer be put together.

"I ...... Heh......"

If it were usual, Wanjun might have pitied this defenseless woman. If it wasn't for Su Qing's family who saved themselves, I'm afraid they would have ended up like this. But at this moment, Wanjun was ignited by anger, completely lost the gentleness of the past, walked directly to Su Qing, dragged him up, supported his swaying body, and prepared to leave this unclean place.

Qing'er watched Wanjun prepare to leave with someone, and knew that if she didn't stop forming it, the bustard's mother might not let her go easily.

She watched Wanjun carry Su Qing out, and estimated that they couldn't leave immediately. Qing'er has just made a few moves with Wanjun, and she knows that she is not her opponent, and if she fights hard, she can only suffer herself.

Qing'er is the Oiran of this drunken fragrance building, if it is said that it relies on beauty and talent, it is a big mistake, Qing'er relies on calmness and wisdom beyond ordinary people.

"Mom, no, Su Qing was taken away by a woman." Qing'er staggered to the bustard's mother and said breathlessly.

"What, come if you want, leave if you want, take me here for anything! Come on, catch them! The bustard's mother was obviously very angry, and directly ordered a few big hands to block Wanjun's way.

Wanjun and Su Qing were carried to the bustard mother like chickens by several big men.

Wanjun looked at the bloated woman in front of her who was completely out of age and probably guessed who she was.

The bloated figure shows that she is pampered all the year round and lacks labor, which is not the posture of a working woman at all. The fat powder is suffocating, wearing heavy makeup that does not match his age, and he must have stayed in Fireworks Willow Lane all year round. It is unlikely that a woman of this age will pick up customers, so there is no doubt that she must be the bustard mother of this green building. Wanjun analyzed while nervously thinking about countermeasures.

"This girl, is it a little wrong for you to forcibly leave with my guests like this?" The bustard mother pinched her waist, her lips painted red opened and closed, and she squeezed out these words hatefully.

Wanjun didn't seem to be good, and knew that she was afraid of being in trouble, but she didn't show much panic, and tried to calm her voice.

"So, how can I get him to leave?"

"Yo, what are you talking about, girl, how can I not let you leave, but this departure always has to be conditional. This son eats, drinks and plays with me all afternoon, and he has a lot of affection with Miss Qing'er. This girl who has eaten my things and slept with me must pay the money owed to me before leaving. It's okay if you don't give money, your girl's appearance is also a symbol, and if you can't pay the bill, you can sell yourself to pay off your debts. The bustard's mother gave a look to the few big men around her, and the big men immediately understood and surrounded Su Qing and Wanjun.