"Each place and city has its own way of supporting their residents. However, people's tastes can change the taste of the city in turn," Ning Que replied with a smile. "It's not so much that I like Chang'an, it's better to say that I like Chang'an people."

As he said this, he suddenly frowned slightly. He said, "Three, four, seven... Eight.

Sangsang paused, stunned for a moment, and shoved the biscuit into her little mouth. Her left hand quickly scratched somewhere on his back. Ning Que frowned, took the big black umbrella from her hand, and added, "No, it's Qiqi."

"Got it."

Chang'an City rests in the continuous spring rains. In the straight streets and crooked alleys, among the cornices of the tall buildings, along the passers-by holding umbrellas and raincoats, there is a large black umbrella walking, like a dusty black lotus. Under the big black umbrella, Sang Sang held a biscuit in one hand and scratched Ning Que's back with the other. The faces of the young master and the maidservant were full of joy.

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Probably no merchant would like such abundant rain in Chang'an City, except for those who sell umbrellas and do horse-drawn carriage business, and brothels are no exception. Due to an accident that happened at the side entrance a few days ago, the Red Sleeves House was not only forced to close for one night, but also became the object of rumors. While a drizzle is good for playing musical instruments and painting, brothels look really uncheerful in broad daylight.

The girls who are qualified to have a small courtyard can't stand the loneliness and can only gather in today's front building. After saying hello to Miss Jane, everyone stayed in the bamboo hut to kill time, eating sunflower seeds and chatting. This situation suddenly changed the moment Ning Que and Sang Sang stepped into the building. Suddenly, the building was filled with laughter.

A man in his forties saw this scene from a quiet room at the top. He looked at the girls who worked under him. He couldn't help frowning and scolded in a low voice: "You really think that you are a noble lady and have nothing to do. Meng San, ask Miss Jane... Remember to be polite... Who is that lad. If he doesn't have a background, you let him out of here. The ladies I support are not something he can talk to.

"I advise you not to mess with that lad, because... He was my last tenant.

At the small wine table, a middle-aged man looked at him and said with a smile. An official sword that was usually tied to his waist was quietly put aside. This man is the owner of all the shops on Lin 47th Street.

Ning Que didn't notice that the owner of the Red Sleeve House was staring at him coldly on the top floor, not to mention that the owner was already furious with him for teasing the girl. Sitting casually beside Lu Zhu as usual, Ning Que continued to chat with her, wanting to tell her more about Zhang Yiqi's death.

"I love the way you smile and your lovely dimples." Dew Zhu threw his sheep's eyes at Ning Que and said, "Speaking of the main topic, since you are going to take the exams of the academy, you should study hard." If you don't sign up, people might say it's us who distract you. How could you pay us for such a bad reputation?

Another girl teased. "It's none of our business. Ning Que came here every day just to see you. How can this have anything to do with us?

What Dewdrop said sounded like a joke, but she was worried. Ning Que's heart suddenly warmed, and he replied with a smile and comforted: "Don't worry, I'm ready." While eating sunflower seeds, Sang Sang chatted with a maid named Xiaocao and fell into secret thought. "The young master's words are complete nonsense, there are a total of six subjects in the academy entrance exam. Even though I urge you every day, how much do you still review?

Although Sangsang doesn't need to dress up to look like a valet, over the years, the girls in the brothel have developed a keen eye and know that she is an ordinary-looking nobody. Xiao Cao chatted with Sang Sang and felt very sympathetic to her, thinking: "Ning Que must not like Sang Sang's simple appearance, and shamelessly came to the brothel to find a beautiful girl."

In a room on the top floor, a middle-aged man in an indigo robe walked backstage and stood side by side with the owner of the Red-Sleeved House, looking at the young man downstairs sitting on a chair and chatting with the girls around him. The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth curled, and his face seemed to light up suddenly.

The man laughed: "If this young man is the last tenant of Lin 47th Street, of course I have no reason to allow him. He continued: "Throw him out. Now all the lease deeds are in my hands. By the time I transfer them to Yamen, I'm willing to bet that if the local government of Chang'an were to seal off the street, I couldn't think of any excuse to refuse.

"All the shopkeepers on Lin 47th Street have been chased away by you, except me. Have you ever seen me bow my head? The indigo-robed man smiled and continued, "Don't say it, you can't afford to kick him out of the door.

"Really?" The man stared silently into his eyes, suddenly laughed, and said, "You may be right." I bet no one would dare to make a move just by hearing your name - Lao Zhao of the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

The indigo-robed man smiled, but said nothing, turned and sat back in his chair.

Earlier, he was told by the fourth child that he already knew what happened on Lin 47th Street today. A young scholar who came out of nowhere showed little fear of the impending gang fight, even asking for wool and snatching a year's rent from him. Incredibly, the lad didn't ask for an arbitrary price, but handled it very carefully. In other words, his demeanor is impressive.

On the first day of the old brush shop, he went to Lin 47th Street, not to avoid the rain, but to find out which fool was reckless enough to rent one of his shops. After checking the existence of the young man, he knew that the boy was not stupid at all, even if he didn't know what was going on in the Chang'an Jianghu world.

There is not a single fool in this world who can write those admirable works of calligraphy, and no fool who has such a heavy callus between his thumb and forefinger, revealing his frequent use of the sword. Thinking of the calligraphy works hanging on the walls that exuded great power and some kind of implied murderous intent, and what Qi Si described today, the middle-aged man suspected that the young man had killed someone. More specifically, he suspects that he has killed countless people.

It is still difficult to accept that this lad killed so many people at the age of fifteen or sixteen for someone like him, who often trampled in darkness and bloodshed. A lad like him, if he has no intention of leaving, then he can't think of anyone who can let him go.

"Lao Zhao, I'm questioning you on behalf of the Prince's Mansion, can you at least respect it?"

The middle-aged man looked up, only to realize that he had thought that the young man was gone, and smiled apologetically. But the mention of the prince's palace apparently has little effect on anyone involved.

The man who spoke to him was called Choi Delu. As vulgar as it sounds, he was no ordinary man, as he was able to manage the first brothel in Chang'an. Most Chang'an people thought that they might be behind this brothel, but only the middle-aged man and a few big people knew that Cui Delu was the housekeeper attached to the prince's mansion. Some may even think that the brothel was one of the prince's possessions.

"The Redsleeves family has had an accident recently, I didn't expect you to have time to talk about this trivial matter."

Cui Delu said coldly: "You know very well that Lin Forty-seventh Street is not for the prince. Since the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Taxation did not want to get involved, we had to run errands. Who knew you would be so stubborn that you would get into such trouble and get the bashing of these big guys? A few days ago, you stopped the people of the Prince's Palace. As a result, they sent the Yulin Royal Guard......"

Hearing "Yulin Imperial Guard", the middle-aged man frowned slightly, as if he was injured.

Seeing his face change, Cui Delu put down the topic and continued with a smile. "Of course, you know, those who represent the prince's palace deserve some benefits. The butler told me that the prince had a high opinion of you, and once mentioned you when he was drunk, saying that you were level-headed and cautious in your manners.

The middle-aged man remained silent, but his face became more serious.

Cui Delu continued seriously: "You know, it's really troublesome for an censor to die in my place. The idiot died, but his family rushed to the prince's palace to ask. The prince is familiar with the examiner and asked me to deal with it. If you handle this for me, then I will never interfere in the affairs of Lin 47th Street. What do you think?