Red Sleeve Pavilion, located in the northwest of Tianchang City, is one of the few brothels with literary atmosphere in Tianchang City, the girls of this brothel are mostly Qing people who do not sell their bodies, but the business is very hot, many literati who flaunt themselves as "lustful and not lewd" are willing to order the girls of the Red Sleeve Pavilion to accompany the wine and sing songs, industry insiders say, that is called Beier has face.

As soon as night fell, a tall thin man carrying an iron rod and wearing a purple robe stood in front of the gate of the Red Sleeve Pavilion, looked up at the golden sign of the Red Sleeve Pavilion, and said to himself: "Red Sleeve Pavilion, since you dare to call it Red Sleeves, it must be that there are more beauties here? ”

A scholar who was passing by with a fan shook his fan and looked at him with great contempt when he heard this man talking to himself, and muttered as he walked: "Neurotic, there are not many beautiful women in a brothel, who will come? Others come to the brothel to find happiness, but you come here and want to add fragrance to your red sleeves, what kind of brothel do you go to if you have such ideals? Really!"

The tall and thin man obviously heard what the scholar said, but he didn't care, just grinned, and then swaggered into the Red Sleeve Pavilion. This brothel is also angry, I stood at the door and watched for a long time, but I didn't even come out to greet customers, it was completely a posture of love and not love, even if I stood at the gate of the yamen for a long time, someone should come out to ask a few words, no?

The tall thin man touched his bearded chin, and said with a smile: "Do you think that your Uncle Yulong is here to smash the field with a stick......?"

Yulong Xingkong stepped on the carpet on the first floor of the Red Sleeve Pavilion, and then a welcoming girl greeted him with a smile on her face, and the welcoming girl looked up and down at the purple-clothed man, thinking that it was not uncommon to visit a brothel with a sword and sword, and it was the first time to see a brothel with an iron rod.

The welcoming girl smiled coquettishly, and her delicate voice was crisp to the bone, "Yo, this uncle, do you have a good girl in our Red Sleeve Pavilion? If not, I will call the girls to come out to pick up the guests!"

Yulong Xingkong sat on a chair in the hall on the first floor, put the stick aside, cocked Erlang's legs and smiled: "Coincidentally, uncle, I really have a good Qingqi person in the Red Sleeve Pavilion, called Miss Wanyu, today the uncle is coming for her, please go and inform her for me!"

The Hong'er girl who greeted the guests snorted and laughed, and said with a disdainful face: "Ouch, this uncle, you haven't been to our Red Sleeve Pavilion for at least a month, right?

Yulong Xingkong was stunned for a moment, then slapped the table, and said angrily: "What do you mean by this? Ask you old bustards to come! You run a brothel, uncle, I will come to have fun, and you won't give away a girl, are you afraid that uncle, I won't give money for drinking flower wine?" As he spoke, he hummed angrily and threw over a small ingot, two taels of silver.

The girl who greeted the guests took the silver, and immediately smiled like a flower on her face, and said angrily: "Yo, uncle, you misunderstood, Hong'er didn't mean that! But this Du Wanyu, she scratched her face a month ago, and she was disfigured, and now she can't sing songs, so she can only do some chores of chopping wood and carrying water in the firewood room. ”

Yulong Xingkong squinted his eyes and looked at the welcoming girl named Hong'er, and slowly leaned back in the chair, "Then why did she scratch her face?

The welcoming Hong'er girl was just about to reply, when a yin and yang voice came out, "Hong'er, you have a lot of words! I won't tear your mouth in a while!"

Miss Hong'er was frightened, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Aunt Qing, spare Hong'er, Hong'er doesn't dare to say more!"

"Yo, Hong'er, you little slut, now your wings are hard, right, will the old lady let you go? You dare to go!" A woman with palace makeup rushed out, grabbed Hong'er's sleeve, slapped her head, and scolded: "After a while, people will throw you to the firewood room, you won't be entertained well when a guest comes, and you won't pour a cup of tea, just talk about it here!"

Hong'er didn't dare to cry out loud, but begged for mercy: "Aunt Qing, Hong'er is wrong, Aunt Qing will spare Hong'er this time, Hong'er will never dare again!" While crying, he looked at Yulong Xingkong, and there seemed to be a sense of asking for help in his eyes.

Yulong Xingkong was indifferent, what did these rotten things in the brothel have to do with him? And he really couldn't get used to Hong'er's arrogant look when she mentioned Miss Wanyu. Yulong Xingkong clasped his arms in front of his chest, watching that Qing Aunt pull her hair and beat red, and couldn't help but rejoice.

After a while, Yulong Xingkong sneered: "I'll give you face, you're almost done! You beat people in front of me, who will show them? Uncle, I'm here for recreation and spend money to have fun, and I'm here to teach you a lesson?"

The woman who was called Aunt Qing, one of the top names in the brothel, turned her head and looked at the thin Yulong Xingkong, with a murderous intent looming on her face, in this Tianchang Mansion, few people dare to spread wild in the Red Sleeve Pavilion, even the county guard has to give the Red Sleeve Pavilion three points of thin noodles, after all, the real big boss behind the Red Sleeve Pavilion is Qingwang Chitose, you prostitute really treat yourself as a master?

This guest didn't know, and when he entered the door, he ordered the Wanyu girl who broke the rules and scratched her face, and Hong'er, a dead slut, is even more hateful, there are so many red people in the Red Sleeve Pavilion, you don't recommend it to the guests, but you say that Wanyu has been disfigured, and the rules of the Red Sleeve Pavilion are not allowed to disclose this kind of news to the guests, aren't you breaking the rules of the Red Sleeve Pavilion?

The palace makeup woman let go of Hong'er's hair, and said with a smile on her face: "It seems that this guest rarely comes to the Red Sleeve Pavilion, and even the rules of the Red Sleeve Pavilion don't understand it at all, then Du Wanyu has been disfigured and can't receive guests, Hong'er, this slut, is not strict in her mouth, talking nonsense, Aunt Qing, I just took action to teach her a lesson, this guest, tonight's matter, you'd better not see anything." ”

Yulong Xingkong laughed, and asked with a playful face: "Where do you have so many rules for opening a brothel, you think this is the palace, you are the queen mother? You still dare to threaten the uncle, well, the uncle told you, I saw everything today, uncle, what's the matter?"

The palace makeup woman laughed fiercely, and said a few hello in a row, it's really hard to persuade the damn ghost, if you want to die, the old lady will fulfill you! The palace makeup woman clapped her hands, and two big men came out of a room on the first floor of the brothel, one left and one right, and walked towards Yulong Xingkong.

The two thugs were still two or three feet away from Yulong Xingkong, a strange thing happened, a few people only felt a flower in front of them, and the two big men were slapped twice loudly, and several people on the first floor of the Red Sleeve Pavilion vaguely saw that it seemed to be Yulong Xingkong's shot, but when they looked at Yulong Xingkong again, they clearly sat on the chair and did not move.

Yulong Xingkong sat on the chair with a smile, twisted his neck and patted the ash on his hands, and said slowly: "Phew, it's really fucking dirty! Uncle, my surname is Yulong, I'm from the National Teacher's Mansion, don't give your mother a face! Annoyed me, I'll transfer some people from the National Teacher's Mansion later, and demolish this red-sleeved pavilion, how do you explain to your master? Don't kneel and beg me then!"

After Aunt Qing, the woman in the palace makeup, saw Yulong Xingkong's skills, she was shocked in her heart, and when she heard the three words of the National Teacher's Mansion, her face changed, this is really unaffordable, no one in Tianchang City can afford to offend the National Teacher's Mansion, even if the master Qing Wangye himself comes.

This Aunt Qing is also the master who does not suffer the loss in front of her, so she immediately changed her face and said resentfully: "Ouch, this uncle, since you are a distinguished guest from the National Teacher's Mansion, why didn't you say it earlier!" and turned back to reprimand the two thugs and the Hong'er girl, "The distinguished guest is coming, you guys don't hurry up and retreat!"

While saying kind words and laughing to ease the embarrassing atmosphere, he let Yulong Xingkong into a quiet and elegant tea room, and poured tea on the fruit plate again, "Uncle Yulong, you see, there are many young and beautiful girls in our Red Sleeve Pavilion, the top brand Chu girl, Xiao girl, Qing Qiren Yu girl, Ling girl, ......"

Yulong Xingkong interrupted her words and said coldly: "I have heard for a long time that Miss Wanyu is both beautiful and artistic, and now even if she is disfigured and her color is gone, then the art is always there, please Miss Wanyu to sing me a tune, I will treat tonight's incident as if it never happened, and I will not pursue it again." ”

Aunt Qing, one of the top brands in the Red Sleeve Pavilion in the past, has a vague hatred and anger at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, this surname Yulong really doesn't know what to do, he doesn't order so many beautiful girls in the Red Sleeve Pavilion, he has to call a disfigured ugly ghost to come up and sing, the Aunt Qing stood up helplessly, "Uncle Yulong, if Wanyu's ugly appearance scares you for a while, you can't blame me, this is your own choice!"

Yulong Xingkong waved his hand impatiently, "Go, go, hurry up and call Miss Wanyu to me, even if you scare me to death, I won't blame you!"

After a tea time, the door of the tea room was pushed open, and a girl with a beautiful figure walking in and holding a pipa in a veil walked in, blessed Yulong, sat on the chair opposite to tune the strings, and prepared to play the music. Yulong Xingkong suddenly said loudly: "Eavesdropping on the right side of the door, it's best to go farther, uncle, I hate someone eavesdropping when I speak!"

Then he heard the sound of someone walking away, Yulong Xingkong snorted, and smiled at the veiled girl and said, "Miss Wanyu, please take off your veil, it's not in the way." ”

The girl hesitated for a moment, slowly lifted the veil, Yulong Xingkong saw that there were scars on the girl's hand that lifted the veil, and on the originally pretty face under the veil, two scars cut with a knife were shocking! Yulong Xingkong sighed, and suddenly asked: "Miss Wanyu, Brother Jin Yunzhang asked me to bring you a letter, do you want to take a look?"

Du Wanyu, who had not spoken since entering the house, suddenly shook his hands violently, almost unable to hold the pipa, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "This Mr. Yulong, please tell Jin Xianggong on my behalf that Wanyu has no chance with him in this life." ”

Yulong Xingkong leaned lightly on the back of the chair, and said in a flat voice: "You'd better tell him this to your face, now you might as well tell me, what's the matter with the injury on your face?"

Du Wanyu's voice trembled and said, "Originally, I wanted five hundred taels of silver to redeem myself, but the fourth prince of the Zhengguo Mansion had to spend one thousand taels of silver to redeem me as a concubine, and the bustard's mother was greedy for money, so I had no choice but to scratch my face and cut his thoughts." ”

Yulong Xingkong nodded, sat up straight suddenly, and said apologetically: "Miss Wanyu, I'm sorry that I'm a step late when Yulong Xingkong came, this time, I will redeem you and send you to Jiangzhou to reunite with Jin Xianggong, don't think about it too much, Jin Xianggong is looking forward to you day and night!"