After passing through Feng Yuanli and turning a few more corners, the shops in front of me were thinning, the alleys were lonely, and the wind gradually brought a hint of fat powder.

At this time, Wei Shu already felt that something was wrong, and when she saw that Alan leading Hua Zhen straight into a small courtyard called "Sanchun Pavilion", she was really taken aback.

This is...... A private prostitution parlor, right?

Standing quietly in the corner of the street, Wei Shu looked at the small building, and it was difficult to hide her surprise on her face.

She didn't know it herself, but Akith seemed to have been in and out of a similar place, the scroll in the darkness slowly flipping, and some vague memories flooded into her mind.

It's just that these memories are as incoherent as ever, presumably due to Akith's resistance. Wei Shu was not in a hurry for a while, and still looked at the "Sanchun Pavilion" not far ahead.

In a prosperous place such as Feng Yuanli, there will naturally be no shortage of official prostitutes and private prostitutes, and this unknown long street in front of you is likely to be the place of fireworks in the south of the city, and it seems to be quite a climate, presumably it has been operated for many years.

Wei Shu looked around, and saw that the Sanchun Pavilion was located in the middle of the long street facing north and south, and there were many similar buildings on the left, and there were flower branch lanterns hanging in front of the door of each household.

Now it is just past noon, the market is sparse, and the pedestrians can't see a few, it seems a little deserted, only the spring breeze is secretly delivered, and the sound of the bamboo orchestra occasionally comes from the distance, but it is also faintly, just like the fat fragrance that is far and near.

"Yo, Prince Alan is here, please come in quickly, you haven't been here for a few days, and our girl is worried about you."

In the Sanchun Pavilion, as soon as Alan and Hua Zhenfu stepped into the small building, the bustard's mother immediately greeted each other with a smile, and several little girls also rushed forward to say hello.

The bustard mother thought that she was also a little beautiful when she was young, but now she can only apply heavy makeup to cover the traces left by the years. I saw her twist the waist of the water snake, walk in front of Alain in three steps and two steps, and gently pat his arm affectionately, and before Alain's eyes appeared disgusted, she withdrew her hand in time, took two steps back and smiled:

"Childe will go in now, our Chun'er has always been sad these days, Childe is gone, she will definitely be able to rejoice."

This Chun'er girl is what Alain has to order every time she comes back, because Alain is generous, and Chun'er girl rarely meets outsiders now.

Hua Zhen shrank his head at this time, and only stood two steps behind Alain, looking like an ordinary attendant.

The bustard's mother had also seen this black and fat little girl, so she didn't pay much attention to it, turned her head and loudly ordered the girl in the building to prepare tea and snacks.

Alan is used to coming here, and he knows the rules, and the bustard's mother's call is to ask for tea money.

He smiled stiffly at the bustard mother, took out a few pieces of broken silver from his arms, and sent the little girls away, and the bustard mother changed her courteous smile and led the two of them through the small building to the backyard.

There is also a small building in the backyard, more delicate than the previous building, although the place in front of the building is not big, but there are rockery and flowing water, stone corridor Zhu Bridge, if you want to go to the building, you have to go around a few steps in nine twists and turns. ….

This is also to find out the mind of the drifter, so that they have a feeling that they can see and touch, and when their hearts and souls are hooked, the charming girls can empty the pockets of the benefactor.

Alan and Hua Zhen walked over well, and opened the brocade curtain hanging on the ground in front of the door of the small building, and a woman wearing a silver and emerald shirt and a sprinkled flower skirt stepped forward with a smile, bent down and saluted, "The son is here, and the slave is anxious."

The woman spoke a soft and glutinous golden language, the words were lighter than ordinary people, her face was covered with extremely white powder, her lips were dan, her eyebrows were bent like the moon, and her posture was not necessarily beautiful.

Alain did not move, walked to the east window, and knelt down on the cushion that had been prepared long ago, and the woman followed him, and sat down opposite him, and between the two of them was a narrow and long table, which was already spread out on land and water, and even the wine and food were ready, as if

The woman knew early in the morning that he would come.

"Meng Chun'er, it's good to entertain our Prince Alan, don't be lazy." The bustard mother stood in front of the steps and smiled, and as soon as she reached out her hand, she lifted a delicate red palace lamp with tassels in the hand of the little girl next to her.

She lifted the lantern up the eaves, turned her head and smiled at Alain, and then led the girl to stagger.

This is the rule of Flower Street. With this lantern, it means that Miss Chun'er has guests in the house at this time, and no outsiders are seen.

"Would you like a glass of wine first?" Meng Chun'er picked up the wine jug that imitated Qingdong porcelain, and poured wine into the wine cup in front of Alan with a smile in her eyebrows.

Hua Zhen also bowed to her, said "bother", and then bypassed the pair of men and women sitting opposite each other, and actually climbed the stairs and went upstairs alone.

The colored curtains hang low, the east wind is soft, and the windows above the small building are falling brocade, and everywhere is charming.

This second floor was originally a place for the girls and the benevolent guests to have a spring dinner, and the slender corridor was displayed with incense at both ends, and at this time it was already full of incense, and it was mouthful.

Hua Zhen didn't go to the big room that was very beautifully decorated, but walked to the incense table facing west without looking away, and then suddenly turned to the side, but turned into the water house.

This water house is a place where the maids make tea and soup, and when a guest stays overnight, they will bring hot water in time, or when the guests and girls are hungry, they will also make some snacks to eat.

At this time, the windows in the water house were slightly open, and the fire was still warm, but there was no maid with bright eyes and good eyes, but a man was sitting.

"Sun Dashou has been waiting for a long time." Hua Zhenqian walked up to the man, touched his shoulder with one hand, and made a golden man's greeting gift.

The man turned his head, his eyes on his short-bearded face were like electricity, and he swept it towards Hua Zhen's face, and Fang Lang said, "The Seventh Prince is polite."

Almost at the same time, on a paulownia tree two courtyards away from Xiaolou, Wei Shu held the branch with one hand, and with the sound of the wind moving the leaves, his figure also rose and fell with the branch, staring at the middle-aged man called "Sun Dashou" in the water house, with a suspicious look on his face.

The big hand is the honorific title given to the leader of a certain line in the secret line.

In the White Frost City, the border army and the government are in charge of everything that ordinary people can see, and beneath the water, there is another world. This world is a mixture of rivers and lakes, underworlds and all kinds of inferior people, from officials and nobles to thieves and beggars, almost everywhere and everywhere.

However, in Akis's memory, there doesn't seem to be a big hand in White Frost City.

Yao Jishan