The moon in the sky, faintly from the transparent gray clouds, refracted a faint hazy luster, caressing the flowers and trees in the courtyard, as if a light smoke was enveloped, making people have all kinds of impulses in their hearts.

Niu Cunjie was pulled by the young woman's sultry and affectionate eyes, and the ghost sent the gods to follow her.

His whole eyes fell to the glamorous young woman walking in front, her slender waist and hips that kept writhing.

He licked his chapped lips with his tongue and swallowed hard.

When she entered the door, the young woman put the oil lamp on the table, and with a smile like a flower, she motioned for him to sit on the chair of the princess, and asked casually, "Where is the official's house?"

"Chengbei ......" He glanced around nervously, as if he was still worried, and replied casually.

Then I continued to look around, and saw that the room was full of flowers and paintings, spacious and bright, the furniture was made of precious wood such as the fine red acid branch and small leaf red sandalwood, and the chair was rosewood.

Ancient paintings are hung in the hall, close to the spring palace map, and several cases enshrine a standing statue of a man carved in jade.

Niu Cunjie looked at it for a long time, and his heart was stunned, and he immediately understood what this young woman was doing.

Because he enshrines Guan Zhong, the minister of Qi during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Prostitutes all regard Guan Zhong as their ancestors, and prostitutes all offer Guan Zhong's portrait.

Prostitutes have a long history in our country, dating back to the Spring and Autumn Period more than 2,000 years ago.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the State of Qi was able to become a great power because of the assistance of Guan Zhong, and the Duke of Qi Huan also became the overlord.

It is precisely because of a good housekeeper like Guan Zhong that Qi Huan Gong found that he basically had nothing to do, because Guan Zhong did it too well.

Gong Qi Huan was bored in the palace, so he wanted to take a walk outside and take a look. It doesn't matter if you look at it, he found a problem, many men in Qi Country actually don't have women, they are dozens of years old, and they are still beating singles.

After he went back, he told Guan Zhong about it, "How can there be so many Qi men who don't have daughters-in-law?"

Guan Zhong replied casually: "Is it because there are too many women in the queen's harem?"

Qi Huan felt that Guan Zhong's words were reasonable, so he decided to cut off all the beauties who had not been fortunate by him, return them to the people, and let them marry.

Qi Huangong's idea is beautiful, but after these beauties left the palace, they suddenly became sought-after goods. It has long been robbed by the powerful, where is the turn to get the poor people.

In order to solve the problem once and for all, Guan Zhong used his genius mind to propose the creation of a brothel.

Geniuses are like middle-handers, and they always pay attention to maximizing returns. Setting up a brothel is a good idea to kill two birds with one stone. First, the problem of the singles was solved. Second, it can also increase the country's fiscal revenue.

Therefore, the prostitutes of later generations regarded Guan Zhong as their ancestors. In the brothel, they are to worship the rulers.

When Niu Cunjie looked at the woman again, he found that she was full of foxes and charms. His heart was no longer so panicked and uneasy, and his courage was pretended, and he coughed vigorously, "Hey, I said little lady, I'm very thirsty, can you get some water to drink?"

"Okay, guest officer, ...... later!" said the young woman, turning to leave.

After a while, he turned around with a tray and put it on the desk. Then he took down the wine jug and wine bowl, chopsticks and a few ready-made side dishes on the tray, "Official, I'm tired after tossing for half a day, I'll have a few drinks with my grandfather!"

As he spoke, he poured the glass next to him and in front of him with wine, sent a cup to Niu Cunjie, and said with a grin: "Come, official, I'll do it first to pay respect to ......!"

With a of his neck, he drank the wine, and a pair of bright eyes looked at him.

How could Niu Cunjie show weakness, he also raised his neck, poured the wine down in one gulp, and immediately felt comfortable up and down, and then slapped the table with his hand, "Haha" laughed.

The woman poured the wine again, pulled over the chair and sat down in front of her, lifted her chopsticks, and put the food on the plate in front of him.

He raised his chopsticks and tasted it, smashing his mouth non-stop. Xindao, how these small dishes, as if they were made for themselves, are too suitable for their own taste.

After a few glasses of wine, the woman's face was already flushed, as delicate and seductive as a rose.

Niu Cunjie's eyes are misty, she is vaguely like a pink bud fresh and lovely, shy to be released, like a bud that has just bloomed, shy and charming, more like a pure and beautiful girl, and like a proud for a long time, the tender petals are lovely.

He couldn't even describe her in words, she was simply a dreamlike goddess of change.

At this time, he was already drinking, and his whole body seemed to be floating in the clouds.

The night grew darker, and she smiled and turned away.

The cold wind blew the door of the main house open, the heavy veils fluttered and flew, and the beauty who was wearing the mirror behind the curtain could be faintly seen, like wrapped in a layer of hazy fog, and the cold was a little demonic.

And the shadow of the flower is cast on the window lattice, like a spirit in the dark night probing his brain, which makes people feel frightened.

He saw her beckoning to him seductively, and he staggered over as she led him to the inner room.

At first glance, the inner chamber is not only shabby, but on the contrary, very richly decorated. The pepper wall flower sac, the screen furnishings, the bookcase and the bed are all available; the ground is laid with a lotus pattern blue carpet, the pear table is furnished with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the wall is hung with a picture of the spring palace of the beauty.

Her slender figure, as light as a swallow, swirled in the middle of the ground.

The soft swing of his arms, the small waist, the light steps, the long flowing hair, and the wonderful turn made him shake his soul and couldn't help himself.

He lunged forward, and was about to catch her, but she got under her armpit, and escaped with a "grin" smile.

He turned around and looked again, but there was no trace of her. Rubbing his eyes vigorously, he was obviously in front of him, why couldn't he see it just now?

Now he was ruthless, he must catch her, and he must not let her escape his hands again.

Because he has been teased by this little vixen, he is impatient.

The skirt as thin as a cicada's wings slowly slid down her shoulder, and he pounced desperately, but before he could reach him, he fell to his knees with a plop on his knees, and then his body went limp, and he fell to the ground, never getting up again.

The woman floated up, jumped in front of him, smiled "hehe", and muttered: "Let you be like a ghost, drink the old lady's footwashing water......!"

The slender jade hand painted with scarlet nails touched his waist, and with all his might, he grabbed the money bag that was tightly tied to his waist, and broke it off. I took it in my hand and shook it a few times. Listening to the sound of "bang-la-la" from inside, she was not only overjoyed.

......

Niu Cunjie only felt that his mouth was dry for a while, his heart was burning like a fire, and his throat was about to smoke.

He twisted his body vigorously, but he couldn't move, and when he opened his eyes, he was stunned, and he was tied to death by a rope.

What the hell is going on? Where is he? His brain was dizzy. His eyes were closed for a while, and his thoughts slowly became clearer, and Fang remembered the events of last night.

He hurriedly got up from the ground, glanced around, and saw the young woman lying on her back on the bed, with her hands behind her back, obviously also with her hands tied.

He felt a chill in his heart, knowing that it was bad, and they had been plotted together!

He had just moved two steps and wanted to wake her up, but his legs were weak, and he fell to the ground with a plop, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

The woman seemed to be woken up by a sound from him, she screamed "ah", her body kept shaking and howling, "What's the matter, how did I get my hands tied, who did it?!"

"yes, what's going on, what's going on, we've been plotted!" he squirmed, growling.

She rolled up from the bed, shaking and howling vigorously, "Could it be that the robbers from yesterday have returned?"

He saw that after her tossing like this, the rope in his hand was miraculously loosened. Not only did he secretly admire this woman, but she was different from others, she was very clever and dexterous.

"Quick, hurry up and untie my ropes!" he called to her with a twinkle in his eyes.

Needless to say, she wished he would disappear from her as soon as possible, lest he see something and trouble herself.

She divided it by two, and untied the rope that bound his hand. He kept shaking his arms, which had been tied up all night, and his arms were numb.

"Why are they tying us up, what do they want to do?" he said, staring at her quizzically.

"Well, why?" she said, looking around and screaming.

He followed her gaze, but saw a small carved wooden box at the head of the bed. The old copper locks, the delicate luodian, and the red sandalwood of every inch of gold. Obviously, it has been tempered by a long time, and there is a deep and rich halo of connotation.

The lid of the box was open, and it must have been expensive jewelry and items placed inside, apparently all taken away, for he knew the result from the look on her face.

He sympathized with her pain, and when he was about to rush forward to comfort her in her weeping, his hand touched his waist, and he seemed to feel that something was missing, and suddenly he howled.

kept beating his chest and roaring, "These god-killed guys really can't die well!"

The woman who was in pain turned her head strangely, wiped her tears with her hands, and said, "What are you howling? Are you suffering for me?!"

"I ...... I ......" he was annoyed, clapping his hands and saying, "I lost a bag of money......!"

"Where did you put your money? Why didn't I see it? Really?" said the woman with wide eyes.

"Oh, what else is there to lie about? If you lose it, you lose it, I think I'm unlucky!" Niu Cunjie drooped his head and said weakly.