The drunken moon melts in the rippling Qinhuai River, the painting boats that are staggered back and forth, and the enchanting smoke waves are stirred from time to time.

The Qinhuai River area is located in the south of the city, is the most prosperous center of the Southern Dynasties, the two sides of the bank are densely populated, shops, wine shops, hook fences are all over, the princes and scholars live not far from the Wuyi Lane.

The Qinhuai River is divided into inside and outside, and the majestic merchant ships of the outer river come and go continuously, which is used for shipping transactions, and the quiet painting boat of the inland river walks leisurely in the gentle township of the drunken iron man.

Murong Bai stood on the bank of the Qinhuai River, starry eyes looking at the water boat carved with dragons and paintings, and he felt like he had returned to several lifetimes in a trance.

In the past, whenever night fell, Yan Zijin always took the lead and came here to play and play.

They entered the Qinglou to listen to the poignant pipa of the maids, and in the staggered room, they beat the beat with hostas, and chanted a few love poems from time to time, teasing the hearts of the prostitutes.

Yan Zijin them, now there should be a beautiful prostitute in the arms! Or, in that century-old wine shop, drink and talk freely.

"Is this the place where Qinhuai fireworks are looking for willows?" Han Qing's dark pupils reflected the bustling and magnificent nightlife, and sighed with embarrassment.

Murong Bai put away the sadness in his heart, turned his eyes and chuckled: "Hualang, which beauty do you love, there is everything here, I have a treat tonight."

After Yehehua drank the medicine during the day, his body temperature gradually receded, and his condition began to improve.

As the host, Murong Bai naturally took this opportunity to pull his friends and experience the prosperity of Taicheng.

Han Qing smiled back, and teased with thin eyes: "There can be a beautiful man like Yuqi."

"Yes! There are not only jade unicorns, golden unicorns, silver unicorns, but also copper unicorns, which unicorns do you love? Murong Bai listed them one by one, and joked.

"Oh, then I'm going to do it?" Han Qing deliberately opened his hands, made a hug gesture, and joked.

"Then let Yuqi serve Hualang first?" Murong Bai dragged Han Qing into his arms, picked up Han Qing's fair face with his slender fingertips, and said with affection.

Han Qing's slender waist pressed into the crook of his arm, bending a graceful arc, and his toes were lightly curled in the blue robe.

"How are you going to serve me?" Han Qing took the initiative to climb his slender neck with one hand, tilted his head and asked with deep interest.

"Does Hua Lang like to be gentle, to refuse and welcome, or to be domineering and proactive?"

Murong Bai Xing's eyes asked very seriously, Han Qing couldn't help but smile in his heart, tilted his head and replied: "I like to be gentle and refuse first, and when I enter the fire, I like to be fierce and hot, can Mu Huakui satisfy me?"

At this time, a four-storey majestic giant boat slowly approached, with the sound of singing and dancing, revealing from the red veil.

"If Hanarang likes it, it won't be a problem, then let's go!" Murong Bai smiled knowingly.

After that, Murong Bai picked up Han Qing's leg with one hand, and with a light tap of his toes, Ling Bo stepped towards the huge painting boat in the river.

Where did Han Qing expect that this cargo would be a spaceship without saying a word, and he couldn't help but cling to him.

The two of them tiptoed, Han Qing broke free from his embrace, looked curiously at the inside and outside of the painting boat with red yarn fluttering, looked at the guards at the door, and asked, "Why are there still guards at the door?"

Han Qing is not casual about women, the number of times he goes to a brothel can be counted on one hand, but it is the first time to spend the night on the painting boat, and he can't help but be a little curious.

"They are the guards on the ship, called the Flower Messenger, and their martial arts are very strong, in addition to maintaining order and safety on the ship, they are also responsible for examining the guests who come in."

Han Qing couldn't help but be more interested, and Murong Bai continued: "This is the largest painting boat in Quan Muyun, called the Green Light Pavilion, which docks on the shore during the day and starts sailing at night.

It is not enough to have real money to enter the painting boat, but also need literary talents to go to the next level. Everyone will need to answer one of the riddles of the Flower Protector in order to be eligible to enter the ship.

When you get the question right, they will give you a flower to stick in your hair or pin to your ear to distinguish between host and guest.

If you solve the most difficult problem, you will receive a gift and have the privilege of meeting one of the four Oiran in person. ”

Murong Bai was obviously very experienced, and he stepped forward to easily answer the difficult questions raised by the guards, took the white camellia handed by the guards, and inserted them in the ink hair.

"Naturally, I came here to see the most beautiful Oiran." Not to be outdone, Han Qing stepped forward and directly asked for the most difficult question under Murong Bai's narrow gaze.

"Congratulations on the success of the level, you have obtained a jar of wine that has been brewed for a hundred years - Shenhua wine." The flower messenger looked left and right, and after a while, he brought out a gold tray and congratulated him.

The wine jar was not seen by Hongxi Pagai, and Han Qing raised his eyebrows proudly at Murong Bai.

The flower messenger carefully used the wedding scale to pick down the red Xipa, and on the golden tray, the wine jar of Shenhua wine was only the size of a palm, and the material was the best white jade.

However, a small and delicate open-mouthed cup next to it immediately attracted Han Qing's eyes, it was a luminous cup from Gu Zangke, it is said that under the bright moon, pouring fine wine into the glass will shine.

"This moonlight cup belongs to the palace, you dare to smuggle it!"

Han Qing twisted up the luminous cup, rubbed the smooth and thin paper cup wall, looked at the clear emerald green mixed with a few wisps of markings, turned over and looked at the bottom of the smooth cup, the inconspicuous ornamentation, and raised his head sharply and asked.

The flower messengers looked stern, and said, "Hugh is talking nonsense, this is a luminous cup that Mu Wanren gave to my boss in a dignified manner."

"Hehe, I'm suspicious, I'm sorry!" Han Qing said as he brewed the wine in the small jade jar, lifted the lid of the wine, and the light floral fragrance mixed with the aroma of wine came to his nose.

Then, Han Qing tilted his wrist, and the pale golden liquor filled the glass, and the green cup immediately became brilliant in the moonlight, as if it was full of moonlight, and the beautiful color made people unable to take their eyes off.

Gu Zang Qi Lianyu, sure enough, lives up to her reputation! I didn't expect the small brothel to hide the dragon and crouching tiger.

"Good wine!" The entrance was mellow and full of fragrance, Han Qing said hello and poured a few sips.

Murong Bai was secretly pondering, looked up and saw him pouring wine, quickly took his hand and stopped, "Don't drink too much."

Han Qing was full of wine, put down the wine jar in his hand, looked at him puzzled, and said, "What's the matter?"

"This Shenhua wine is not only old, although it tastes light, it is the strongest wine, I am afraid that you will get drunk at the door before you start playing." Murong Bai thought of Yan Zijin's embarrassment, when he poured this jar of small wine, he immediately turned his feet on the ground, and said with a smile.

"Hehe, it's just a small jar of wine, although I'm not a thousand glasses not drunk, but the amount of wine is really good, I promise that my feet won't shake after drinking." Han Qing didn't wait for Murong Bai to say more, and drank it all in one go.

Murong Bai shook his head helplessly.

"Alright, thank you!" Han Qing put the empty wine jar back on the golden tray and thanked him with a smile. The flower messengers handed over a blooming purple peony.

Han Qing pulled Murong Bai, and the two of them coquettishly carried a large flower on their heads, and began to walk around the pink cave cage. The flower messengers muttered a few words in their ears, and one of them retreated.

The bead curtains in the painting boat are jade, the gold and silver decorations are all over, and the pink tulle embellishment of the painting boat is very tacky and eye-catching. A smell of rouge incense powder came to his face, and immediately stunned Han Qing's head, and he turned his face uncomfortably to avoid it.

The laughter and laughter penetrated the human chest, and the ribs kept reaching out to pinch, pinch, and lick the blood-red heart that was beating alive.

Colorful flowers, coquettishly pinned to the ears of wanderers, they are like breeding pigs, wrapped in gorgeous brocade clothes, coquettishly swaggering their fame and money.

Everyone's eyes followed their footsteps, constantly condensing on the purple peony on Han Qing's head.

Because he solved the most difficult problem, the Oiran would personally invite someone to the cabinet, Han Qing asked in a low voice, "If I pick this flower, does it matter?"

"If you don't have flowers, the guests will misunderstand that you are a servant in the painting boat, and it is easy to cause trouble." Murong Bai looked at it with a smile and said as he hugged the beautiful guests.

"Hey, I was really kidnapped by you to the thief ship." Han Qing looked at the border of the color field, the sinful desire that flew sideways, and the excitement of looking for flowers and willows began to land, and he lowered his thin eyebrows and said.

"The first floor is a bit chaotic, most of them rely on money to come in, and the second floor will be better." Murong Bai dragged him up to the second floor, and there were also six flower messengers guarding the stairs on the second floor, and when they saw the flowers on the heads of the two benefactors, they let them go up without squinting.

Han Qing heard someone behind him and pushed away the low-level prostitute, in the woman's whimper. Pointing at their backs, he shouted to the flower messenger, why can't he go up if he is so rich.

Then there was the sound of a fight, which jingled for a few moments, and then it was quiet again.

Han Qing's thin lips couldn't help but sneer.

When people's greed is built on money, the demand is more never-ending, trying to climb the stairs and chase more.

The second floor, comparatively, is much quieter.

The decoration is also different from the first floor, and it began to be decorated with more elegant flowers such as orchids, chrysanthemums, plum blossoms, and lotuses, as well as calligraphy and paintings, which is more elegant.

The prostitutes on the second floor are also different from those on the first floor, under the beautiful skin, in order to please the higher level people, the temperament is increased, each person can at least one instrument, and can chant a few small poems.

The space here is divided into more than 20 narrow pavilions, in which the ladies sit like women of a good family, with various musical instruments in front of them, and the crystal bead chain is used as a curtain to separate the outside world.

However, the benefactors were not only satisfied with listening to music and exchanging cultures, but also their ugly behavior of prostrate under the skirts of the pipa girls could be seen clearly through the beaded curtains.

Han Qing and Murong Bai walked through the corridor, slowly admiring the dynamic spring and ugliness in each pavilion, and went all the way to the third floor.

Xiucai, who was at the staircase on the third floor, was unwilling to theorize the indifference of the flower messengers, and used force to prevent him from finding his goddess.

Han Qing and Murong Bai, in the opening of the flower messenger, went all the way to the third floor, and Xiucai was still at the bottom of the building, unyielding theorizing about their love.

The third floor is very quiet, there are about ten rooms, here the rooms are all doors, hollow doors and windows, bound with purple curtains, the scenery inside looms in the haze.

The servants here are the ladies in the boudoir, many of them used to be young ladies from large families, and even some were the daughters of criminal ministers, but because of the unbearable fate, they fell into the dust and still lived strongly.

Their bleak stories make every benefactor with a family background can't help but spend a lot of money, and occasionally, promote a well-known relationship.

Han Qing and Murong Bai went up the stairs all the way, and saw a benke Saijin bribing the flower messenger and handing the gold book to see the flower oiran upstairs.

The flower messengers threw away all the gold, begging for it but not smelling it, it was a big name.

The topmost space is divided into four wings in the middle, which are closely connected to each other, and are surrounded by intricately carved balustrades, which can be viewed from a high distance.

The servants here are the princesses of the dead country, they have beautiful appearances, they have been raised in a golden cage since childhood, and their skin is three points more delicate than ordinary people.

Han Qing couldn't help but sigh when he listened to Murong Bai's introduction, and thought: This Green Light Pavilion, I'm afraid the background is absolutely powerful, and it definitely has something to do with the imperial court.

Murong Bai shook his head and said, "This Green Light Pavilion was completed overnight two years ago. We have investigated and found that the boss is just an ordinary person who is a Muyun, but the power has infiltrated small and medium-sized officials in the DPRK. Who is the real owner behind it, we haven't revealed it yet, but we can be sure that he is no ordinary boss. ”

"Tsk, there are such interesting things, I'll find out the boss behind the scenes tonight!" Han Qing couldn't help but say with interest, completely forgetting that he was still a prisoner.

"We'll see......