Huaimenglou, the boss behind the scenes is unknown, but it is a place where the powerful people of the imperial city dare not stir up trouble.

Someone once took a fancy to a woman in the building, relying on her identity to come hard, but was broken and thrown out, and then the woman still stayed in the building, and the powerful never dared to come to Huaimenglou again.

Therefore, Huaimenglou is a place that everyone dreams of.

According to the rules of the building, a woman cannot be asked to sell herself unless she is willing.

If anyone is willing to redeem her, he does not need silver taels, but he needs a woman to be willing.

The same is true for men.

Yun Lingxi and Qin Qing got out of the carriage, and someone immediately greeted them and respectfully led them to the private room on the third floor.

"Princess, you are here this time, does the prince know?" Leading the way was a delicate woman in her twenties, smiling mischievously at Qin Qing.

Qin Qing gave her a roll of his eyes and grinded his teeth: "Say, is it that someone of you has reported to him, otherwise why did I come for no more than an hour every time, and that old guy chased after me." ”

The woman covered her mouth and smiled, without the inferiority complex and vulgarity of a dusty woman, but with a strange elf all over her body.

"The princess has wronged Qingluan."

As she spoke, the woman named Qingluan stopped and pushed open the door of the private room in the middle of the third floor.

"Princess, princess, please inside."

Yun Lingxi walked into the house with Qin Qing in his arms, helped her sit down on the soft collapse by the window, sat opposite her, and asked with a smile.

"Mother, do you know the person behind this Huaimenglou?"

Qin Qing smiled when he heard this, and replied to the question: "The appearance of the young man of mercy, although it is not as good as Chen'er, but it is not much worse, and you can appreciate the beauty of another style after a while." ”

Yun Lingxi was speechless for an instant.

brought his daughter-in-law out to see the man, and it is estimated that Qin Qing is the first one.

However, she was also curious about what the poor prince and girl who had dumped the entire Imperial City were like.

Qin Qing sat on the soft couch in front of the window and ate melon seeds, and glanced at the stage below a few times from time to time: "Girl, let me tell you, most of the people who come to this Huaimenglou are the children of the powerful, but when they see the poor man, all kinds of ugliness appear, and they really waste that skin." ”

Yun Lingxi agreed.

In her previous life, she had seen too much of the squalor of high society.

The children of wealthy families dressed in leather shoes on the surface, but in private, they are not as good as beasts.

Just as Yun Lingxi and Qin Qing were chatting about each other, there was a sudden uproar below.

Qin Qing threw away the melon seed shell in his hand and sat up straight: "Look, the merciful son is on the field." ”

Yun Lingxi followed her gaze to the central stage.

The private room they were in was facing the center of the stage and had the best view.

At this time, there was a slender and perfect teenager standing on the stage.

The young man has a beautiful appearance, a pair of slender Danfeng eyes, slightly raised, seductive, straight nose bridge, red lips with a seductive smile, eyelashes trembling slightly, lined with a pair of dark and deep eyes that seem to blend with thousands of styles, every move is bewitching and enchanting.

Seeing the young man's appearance clearly, a trace of surprise flashed in Yun Lingxi's eyes.

No wonder it can make many sons and girls in the imperial city fall for it, and it is really the best in the world.

is different from Mo Yechen's noble and dusty beauty, the beauty of the young man on the stage has extreme charm, and his smile is full of charm.

Mo Yechen's status is noble, even if the people of the Imperial City have ideas in their hearts, they only dare to be respectful in front of him, and even more dare not look at him at all.

And the merciful son is different, people are divided into three, six, nine and so on, if Mo Yechen is the highest ninth class, then the merciful dust boy is the lowest one.

Although he can attract the magnates of the imperial city to spend a lot of money for him, in the final analysis, he is just a plaything in the eyes of many magnates.

"Girl, how is it, beautiful?" Qin Qing knocked on the melon seeds, praised him twice, and looked at Yun Lingxi.

Yun Lingxi pestled her chin to admire the beauty, and nodded approvingly when she heard the words: "Sure enough, it is the best in the world." ”

"Pity the dust boy, come to a song of the phoenix."

I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted.

Immediately after, countless people below followed suit.

The young man of Pian Chen chuckled, his watery eyes swept around everyone, his red lips hooked, Danfeng's eyes poured out a little cold, and his voice was indifferent: "Heh, this son neither wants to touch the piano nor sing today, how do you love it." ”

After speaking, he stroked his hair and sat down slowly, his slender and white fingers plucking the strings at will, his posture was handsome and elegant, and he was full of elegance.

Yun Lingxi raised his eyebrows.

It's characterful and spicy enough!

Qin Qing narrowed his eyes and clapped his hands: "Yes, this master is in a bad mood today." ”

When Yun Lingxi heard this, his eyes narrowed.

She is now 100% sure that even if the boss behind this Huaimenglou is not Mo Yechen, it is also related to Mo Yechen.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw two figures coming up from the second floor out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes sank.

Qin Qing noticed her strangeness and couldn't help but follow her line of sight.

"Hey, isn't that the eldest son of the Marquis of Zhenyuan? Who is the woman next to her? ”

Yun Lingxi's eyebrows were indifferent: "Su Muyu, the daughter of the right minister." ”

She vaguely remembered that Su Muyu liked Yun Lingyun in the novel, but in the end, she didn't know whether the two would get married.

"It's ugly." Qin Qing glanced at it, then lost interest and continued to admire the beauty of the Poor Dust Prince.

Yun Lingxi also retracted his gaze, looked at the poor man who was plucking the strings at will, and chuckled: "Lonely men and widows come to this Fengyue place, is it possible that Su Muyu wants to bow hard to Yun Lingyun?" ”

"Possibly." Qin Qing nodded.

The sons of the Marquis of Zhenyuan are all talents, although the status of the Marquis of Zhenyuan is not high, but the sons of his family are still favored by many noble girls.

The right minister will definitely not agree to his daughter marrying Yun Lingyun, but if the two of them cook rice into cooked rice, it will be another matter.

"The poor man retired like this?"

"I've been waiting for five days......"

"Pity the dust boy, if you stay for a few more minutes, I will reward you with a thousand taels."

"Pity the dust boy, you play a song, I will give five thousand taels!"

"Ten thousand taels, can Childe play a song for me alone?"

"Are you dreaming? The merciful boy never plays music for others alone, and it is impossible to get ten thousand gold. ”

There was an uproar below, and countless children of the family saw that the poor prince wanted to get up and leave, and shouted with a red face and a thick neck.

Qin Qing glanced at it with disdain and pointed to a few private rooms on the second floor: "Most of these people have families, and they are reluctant to spend a penny on their wives, but they are spending a lot of money here. ”

Yun Lingxi leaned lazily against the window and played with the teacup in his hand: "This is the ugliness of human nature." ”

There was an uproar below, and the young man smiled faintly, with disdain in his eyes, and retreated gracefully, replaced by a woman with a veil covering her face.

"Buckle ......"

There was a knock on the door of the private room.

"Enter."

Qingluan gently pushed the door open, came in with fruit, and looked at Yun Lingxi with a strange expression.

Yun Lingxi glanced at her strangely, picked up a grape and threw it into his mouth: "I have something dirty on my face?" ”

"The princess, the prince of Yun, he ......" Qingluan wanted to speak and stopped.

"What's wrong with him? Was he really drugged by Su Muyu? Yun Lingxi smacked his lips, thinking that the grapes were good, took another one, and said casually.

Qingluan's eyes widened: "How does the princess know?" ”

Yun Lingxi's hand paused: "......"

Her mouth is really a good spirit, not a bad spirit.

"Master Yun seems to be still conscious, but he seems to have been distracted by his soft muscles......"

Yun Lingxi threw down the grapes, rubbed his temples, stood up, and couldn't see any emotion on his face with a smile on his face: "Take me over." ”