It wasn't until the body was carried away and the crowd of onlookers dispersed that Murong Qiushui remembered the purpose of the trip. was about to ask where Rong Lan's brute surnamed Dou was hiding, but Rong Lan gently picked at Murong Qiushui's palm and pointed forward.

Murong Qiushui looked in the direction of Rong Lan's finger and saw Rong Fei walking into a room and closing the door tightly.

"What did he do in that room?"

"This is Qinglou, of course... That's it!"

Rong Lan covered her mouth and said with a smile.

"What, this, that... This brute, he dared to be sorry for Rou'er."

Murong Qiushui didn't react at first, but the next moment he was full of anger, clenched his fists and was about to rush over.

"The two sons are magnificent, dignified, and the order of the view is full of joy in my heart, can you enjoy the light and have a drink with me."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the two.

Murong Qiushui was already irritable, and when he heard the words, he turned his head and was about to scold, but when he saw the appearance of the person who spoke, he felt a little familiar.

This person was wearing a white robe, with a face like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was extremely good-looking. There is a simple long knife hanging from his waist, which adds a bit of heroic temperament.

"What's your name, you're a disciple of that sect."

Murong Qiushui twisted his brows and thought for a long time, but he didn't remember where he had seen this person, so he asked in a rough voice.

"Hehehehe, sister didn't forget, this is the slave family's wishful husband."

Rong Lan twisted her weak and boneless waist into the man's arms, turned her head and grinned at Murong Qiushui.

Murong Qiushui was stunned when he saw this, and said in his heart when this little goblin had a crush, I hadn't heard her mention it.

But Rong Lan said yes, that's it.

Murong Qiushui looked the man up and down carefully, nodded and hugged his fist.

"It's quite a match for Rong Lan's sister. In Xia Qiankun to view Murong Qiushui, haven't you asked for advice yet?"

"Have you touched enough?"

Unexpectedly, the man didn't answer Murong Qiushui, but instead reached out and slapped Rong Lan's buttocks and pushed her out of his arms.

"Huh! Your voice... It sounds familiar."

"Hee-hee-hee..."

Rong Lan was pushed away by the man, not only was she not annoyed, but she smiled even more happily.

"Rou'er! Is that you?"

Murong Qiushui suddenly realized.

"The two sisters came to such a fun place, why didn't they call the little sister. Just now I watched my two sisters point to the room in front of me, where there was a girl I liked. I'm a little curious, so why don't I take my little sister and see it."

Ji Rou'er, who was dressed as a man, pulled the second daughter aside and asked in a low voice with a smile.

"Hmm..."

Murong Qiushui was a little speechless for a while.

She and Rong Lan came to track down Dou Qi, the shopkeeper of Qiancaotang, in order to vent Ji Rou'er's anger, it doesn't matter if you don't talk about it. But Ji Rouer wants to go to that room, how can this work.

Rong Fei... That brute may be doing something unsightly with a cheap woman in the room, if he is seen by Ji Rou'er, wouldn't he be to death.

"What kind of girl, it's Rong Fei. The slave family and Sister Murong saw Rong Fei enter that room with their own eyes."

"Rong Lan!"

Rong Lan said the matter without the slightest scruples, but when Murong Qiushui reacted, she couldn't stop it.

"Sister, don't be angry, men are all virtuous. Wait until that day when I beat Rong Fei to give you a beating. It's not a good place to be smoky, so it's better to go home and drink and chat."

As he spoke, Murong Qiushui put his arm around Ji Rou'er's shoulder, wanting to forcibly take her away.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the whole building, and the people around him ran to the verandah, leaning out to look upstairs.

Murong Qiushui's three flower girls were already curious about such a mysterious place as Qinglou, and when they saw this, they immediately forgot about Rong Fei and everything, and crowded to the verandah with the crowd, wanting to see what it was

Something interesting happened.

Following people's eyes, I saw a sweet and pretty maid walking down the stairs on the sixth floor with a bouquet of small yellow flowers in her hand.

The third girl was wondering in her heart, what was there to look good about a little girl, and she heard someone talking around her.

"Look, that's Miss Rue's personal maid. Rue Xiang girl is one of the four major Oiran in Kyoto, not to mention the appearance of the flowers, but also the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs. How many wealthy sons and nobles in Kyoto City are obsessed with it."

"Since she is obsessed with Rue Girl, why can her personal maid also attract crowds of onlookers?"

One of them must have been new to Kyoto, and he didn't know much about the things here, so he asked strangely.

"Hey, hey, you just don't know that. You can see the yellow flower in the maid's hand."

"See, it's wildflowers that can be seen everywhere on the roadside, it's very ordinary."

"That's the Rue Flower, the same name as the Rue Girl. As one of the four great Oiran, Miss Rue is naturally not qualified to meet everyone. Why do you often spend a lot of money to hold poetry meetings in the Golden Wind Drizzle Building?

A Fengyue place is full of literati and scholars, dignitaries and dignitaries, and it is a good place to make a name for yourself.

The second is because Miss Rue likes poetry the most, but if you can make a poem on top of the poetry meeting that Miss Rue will appreciate, you will be invited to enter Miss Rue's room on the sixth floor and share a room with her... Hey, hey, don't think crooked, Miss Rue Xiang is a Qing person, only selling her art, not her body. Inviting people into the room is just to discuss the subtlety of poetry. The Rue Xiang girl will also copy the poems on it by handwriting, invite the author to sign and print on it, and then frame it and hang it in the room for daily appreciation.

At the end of the day, the rue girl will play a song alone or do a dance as a token of thanks.

Whenever a poem is made at the poetry meeting that the rue girl appreciates, a maid will be sent to hold a yellow flower in her hand, and the yellow flower with the same name as the rue girl will be handed over to the poet's hand, representing the intention of inviting you to the curtain.

Whether it is a royal family or a down-and-out scholar, Rue Xiang girls are all treated equally, and they will not look down on them because of their status, nor will they look down on them because of poverty. Last year's scientific expedition of the third yuan and the first Sun Yanche was the guest of the Rue Xiang girl. And it's also the only way to see Miss Rue's face.

I saw the boy on the first floor who was shaking all over his body and his eyes were shining."

"See, I'm afraid I'm going crazy?"

"Be quiet, but don't be heard by him, or you'll not be able to leave Kyoto alive." Tell you, he is the son of Fan Lifan, Fan Jian, the left waiter of the household department. Two years ago, on the night of the first day of the Golden Wind and Drizzle Building, Miss Rue Xiang performed a song and dance on stage for the first time, and this Fan Jian has been like a magic barrier since then, becoming the number one fan of Rue Xiang Girl.

Miss Rue Xiang was selected for the first time last year in Kyoto's four oirans, and it is said that it was because Fan Gongzi spent thousands of dollars to support her. For this reason, Fan Gongzi was beaten by his father for three days and failed to get out of bed. Before the injury on his buttocks healed, Fan Gongzi was already suffering from lovesickness, and sneaked to the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, just hoping to see Miss Shangru Xiang and get some relief."

"Did you see you in the end?"

"Didn't I already say that writing great poems that Miss Rue appreciates and loves is the only way to be a guest of the curtain. So Fan Gongzi naturally failed to get his wish. Not only that, Fan Gongzi also dragged a whole cart of gold to Jingyuan Houfu, wanting to redeem herself for Miss Ruxiang, but he was beaten by Chang Yanei. Hey, hey, hey."

"Tut-tut, this Fan Gongzi is still a lover."

"Hey, come down, come down, let's see which talented person has won the favor of Miss Rue today."

Is there such a thing in the world?

After hearing this, the three girls felt incredible, and at the same time, their curiosity was also hung high, and they followed everyone's eyes to stare at the movement of the maid holding the yellow flower.

The maid had obviously adapted to the high-profile situation, and her expression was as usual, and she walked steadily down the stairs.

It's on the fifth floor... Fourth floor... Third floor...

Everyone knew that the maid's destination was the first floor where the poetry meeting was held, but they did not delay him

They secretly wondered what if the rain fell on them.

Men, regardless of beauty or ugliness, whether rich or poor, will have this innate blind self-confidence.

At this time, many people have recalled or asked the people around them that they could make wonderful poems at the poetry meeting before.

I don't know which talented man will get the opportunity to be in the same room with Miss Rue that all men envy tonight.

The maid with the bouquet of flowers had already reached the second floor, and then, in the surprised eyes of everyone, she directly ignored the staircase leading to the first floor, walked deep into the verandah on the second floor, and finally stopped in front of a room in the middle of the verandah.

From the grille of the door, you can see that there is light in the room, and if there is light, it means that there is someone in the room.

There is a dust girl living in every room, and the rue flower will not be handed over to the sisters who are traveling with her, so it can only be handed over to the guests in the room.

So... The person Miss Rue is going to summon tonight is ***!

The speculation quickly spread among the crowd, and some of Rue's admirers began to get angry.

Among them, Fan Jian is especially so.

His face was flushed, his eyes seemed to be about to burst into flames, and he snatched the sword of a soldier beside him, and was about to rush to the second floor to stab the bastard in the room, but he was stopped by Ren Jinhan.

Only a handful of people saw Rong Fei walk into that room earlier.

Miss Rue Xiang is going to invite Rong Fei tonight?

Rong Fei has been a celebrity in Kyoto City in recent times, especially after this morning, he has a layer of royal status.

But there are not a few royal relatives who admire Miss Ruxiang, and I haven't seen her look at anyone differently.

At this time, someone suddenly remembered a poem that Rong Fei had chanted in the Chunxiang room before.

A pair of jade arms and thousands of pillows, half a red lip for thousands of customers.

But this is obviously a satirical poem about a woman in the dust, how can it be loved by the Rue girl.

In the eyes of everyone's puzzled, puzzled, and curious, Rong Fei in the room had already finished talking to Boss Xue, opened the door and walked out.

"My Rue girl, please meet the adults."

The maid smiled sweetly and handed the yellow flower in her hand to Rong Fei.

"Rue girl?"

Rong Fei muttered.

Before coming to the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, Rong Fei inquired about it, and naturally knew that Rue Xiang was the top brand of the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, or one of the four major Oiran in Kyoto, but he didn't know the rules of Huanghua to invite guests.

I don't know this rue oiran, and I don't have anything to do with it, so why do I want to find myself.

The purpose of tonight's trip has been achieved, Rong Fei doesn't want to make extraneous branches, and he doesn't like the noisy environment here, so he smiled at the maid and apologized.

"I'm sorry, Rong still has important things to do, so I won't bother."

With that, he flicked his sleeves and walked away.

"The dog thief is so daring, see if grandpa doesn't kill you tonight!"

A loud shout came from downstairs, Rong Fei was alert and turned his head sideways, and a long sword that had not yet been unsheathed flew crookedly in front of him, hitting the wall and falling to the ground.