At sunset, Zhao Yuan came out of his cultivation.

Zhao Yuan in the sunset, his long hair was tied up, he was wearing a scarf, and his strong body was covered by a gray robe, looking like a full scholar.

In Zhao Yuan's bones, he has a literati temperament, whenever he needs to disguise his identity, as long as he changes into a set of Confucian clothes, the fierce aura immediately disappears, and he is reborn as a suave literati and ink writer.

Of course, after a closer look, there is still a trace of wildness between Zhao Yuan's eyebrows.

Under the fiery sunset, Zhao Yuan picked up the ink-colored sword, flew all the way at a low altitude, and soon arrived at the imperial capital dozens of miles away.

The imperial capital at dusk is the most magnificent time, the sunset melts gold, the sunset is brilliant, the sky is crimson like blood, and the magnificence is dazzling like the fairyland of Yaochi.

At this time, the gate of the imperial capital was not closed, and the majestic and simple city wall became more and more thick and steep under the afterglow of the setting sun......

Zhao Yuan pressed the flying sword and followed a pair of merchants into the capital of the Great Qin Empire.

Zhao Yuan is no stranger to the imperial capital, when he was only a teenager, he once came to the imperial capital with his father, and it can be regarded as a revisit.

Of course, Zhao Yuan was still young at that time, and he was not very impressed by the imperial capital.

It was also that time that he saw He Ling.

If the Zhao family has no accident, at this moment, He Ling has become his wife.

The years are like a river, and the past is long.

Zhao Yuan walked alone on the busy street, with mixed feelings for a while.

Life will always be controlled by a strange force.

All along, Zhao Yuan deliberately did not think about the He family, but there seemed to be providence in the dark, when he was in the East Courtyard of Wanjia, Zhao Yuan met Youlan of Baihualou in Xujiaqiao, and Youlan, when she left Wanjia East Courtyard, the destination was the famous Baihualou all over the world.

When Zhao Yuan and Mingyue agreed on the meeting address, the name of Baihualou blurted out from Zhao Yuan's mouth.

What Zhao Yuan didn't expect even more was that the cuckoo that the wolf demon said was actually in the Hundred Flowers Building.

It seems that Baihualou has become an unavoidable place in Zhao Yuan's life.

Thinking of Baihualou, inexplicably, Zhao Yuan had a trace of expectation.

How's it going?

In Zhao Yuan's view, Youlan is a strange woman, not only versatile, but also has thoughts that ordinary people don't have.

Thinking of Youlan, Zhao Yuan's face couldn't help but feel hot, this time, is there a chance to continue the frontier?

There is definitely no chance......

Immediately, a wry smile appeared on Zhao Yuan's face, he thought of tomorrow Mingyue and even twin nuns, if nothing else, they should be waiting for him in Baihualou at this time.

Thinking of those two nuns who always looked sneaky, Zhao Yuan had a big head.

In Zhao Yuan's memory fragments, there are not many things about the two nuns, but Zhao Yuan can't connect those broken memories, and he still can't determine the specific relationship between the two nuns.

Could it really be his two wives?

Zhao Yuan subconsciously shook his head, and his intuition told him that Mingyue Tomorrow should not be his wife, because his fiancée was He Ling, the daughter of He Zixiong, the owner of Wanhualou.

Tomorrow and Mingyue's two twin sisters naturally didn't expect that Zhao Yuan was piecing together those broken memories, although many fragments were incoherent, but with the IQ of Zhao Yuan, who had comprehended the realm of "Wisdom Heart", it was easy to draw some results by drawing inferences, after all, he did not completely lose his memory.

In this patchwork, Zhao Yuan found that the girl "Wan Ling'er" appeared the most, and in fact, Zhao Yuan was not clear about the girl's appearance......

......

While strolling through the street, I was thinking about it, and soon, I arrived at Baihualou.

At this time, night had fallen in the imperial capital.

The Hundred Flowers Building of the Meteorological Thousand is still towering and towering, and you can see the splendid pavilions and pavilions in the distance.

When there are still a hundred zhang away from Baihualou, some luxurious carriages are parked on both sides of the street, and some grooms in exquisite uniforms gather together proudly to play the mountain.

Arrived at the door of Baihualou.

Looking at the two rows of black-clothed men on both sides of Baihualou like iron towers, Zhao Yuan couldn't help but be stunned, in his memory, Baihualou was not so strict.

Perhaps, the times have changed, and the management of this Baihualou has also changed.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan was relieved, after all, the last time he came to Baihualou was more than ten years ago.

Suddenly, Zhao Yuan thought of a question, Baihualou does not entertain female guests.

Looking at this situation, it is impossible for Mingyue to sneak into Baihualou tomorrow, so where will they wait for him?

Zhao Yuan, who was originally about to enter the Baihua Building, hesitated for a moment, raised his eyes to look around, and there was no figure of the bright moon tomorrow.

Perhaps, they have a way to enter the Baihua Building.

"This son, do you have any acquaintances?" A big man in black with a cold face saw Zhao Yuan standing at the door, and strode in front of Zhao Yuan and asked.

"Youlan. Zhao Yuan blurted out.

"Youlan?" the big man was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Questions?" Zhao Yuan said lightly.

"Please!"

The man in black looked at Zhao Yuan's back and walked into the Baihua Building, he was in a daze, he originally planned to ask the identity of this young man, but between the gestures of this young man, he had his own bearing and majesty, which made him dispel his thoughts, when Zhao Yuan entered the Baihua Building, the big man in black still looked sluggish, obviously, he himself couldn't figure out why Lu would be taken by a scholar.

The current Zhao Yuan is not the Zhao Yuan who used to hide in Tibet like a lost dog, not only crawling on the rivers and lakes and licking blood with knives, but also fighting in the sea of corpses and blood in Blackwater City, and the original anger has increased the daunting aura of the strong.

After entering the Baihua Building, Zhao Yuan was immediately received by a very beautiful bustard.

The old bustard of Baihualou is not comparable to other Qinglou owners, not only has extremely high requirements for observing words and colors, but also has extremely high requirements for appearance.

Moreover, Baihualou is different from other green buildings in that there are more than a dozen bustards, each with its own customer group.

In fact, many of the bustards are good girls from Baihualou, not only have a good education, but also are more familiar with the minds of guests.

"The child's eyes are born, not like the people of the imperial capital, I wonder if there are any familiar girls in Lu Dao?" the old bustard took Zhao Yuan to a large golden living room.

This living room is extremely luxurious, with a blue circular dome, and there is no oil lamp on the top, but it is dotted with countless spars, like countless stars, among them, there are actually several superb spars dotted among them.

Although the living room is huge, it is extraordinary everywhere.

Between the tables and chairs, there are some four treasures of the study, some literati and ink writers are dancing with dragons and phoenixes, behind a faint curtain, there is a graceful woman playing the guzheng, the melodious music is like a slow flowing water, which makes people fascinated......

Delicate silver candlesticks, intricately carved chairs, thick blankets, and tea sets that look like works of art. In some corners, there are also some ingenious potted plants, forming a large and small local space in the huge hall.

Of course, it's the people who make people shine.

In Baihualou, even the maid who pours tea and water can be described as the natural fragrance of the country of sinking fish and falling geese.

In the hall, there are dozens of tables and chairs, all of which are waiting for guests, judging from the luxurious clothes and untouchable expressions of the guests, all of them are rich or high-ranking officials.

There are many people waiting, but the environment is not noisy, and the lingering mist and the aroma of tea give people the illusion of being quiet in the middle of nowhere.

Of course, this hall is not only for waiting, but also for many people to spend time in the hall, which is an important social place in itself, and some literati and artists also like to dance and ink here.

"I ...... I'm looking for Du ...... Look for Youlan. "Zhao Yuan's ghost made a god say Youlan's name.

"Oh, Childe, I'm sorry, Youlan has a guest today, why don't you ......"

"Go tell her that Zhao is gone. Zhao Yuan took out an ordinary magic core and threw it on the coffee table, and said lightly.

"This ...... This is really embarrassing for the slave family......" The old bustard swallowed his saliva, and a pair of greedy eyes stared closely at the magic core on the coffee table, this magic core, but hard currency, is worth at least ten thousand imperial coins.

"Let's go!" Zhao Yuan threw two more ordinary demon cores.

"Ah......" the old bustard looked dumbfounded.

The old bustards in Baihualou have all seen the world, and they have also seen a lot of high-rollers who spend a lot of money, but it is the first time that someone like Zhao Yuan who takes the magic core as a reward at every turn.

In the Great Qin Empire, imperial coins were legal tender, and precious metals such as gold and silver could also be used as currency, but more often as a store of value.

The magic core is a relatively special commodity, in addition to cultivators who need to cultivate the magic core, in the world, there will also be many wealthy people who buy the magic core for decoration and lighting.

If an ordinary family has a spar lighting, it means that they don't need to buy candles and lamp oil for the rest of their lives, but the value of the worst quality spar is more than 2,000, and poor families can't think of it.

Most of the ordinary magic cores in the Black Forest are sold to the imperial capital.

Zhao Yuan's three magic cores, also known as spars, are in good condition, and their value in the imperial capital is at least 30,000 imperial coins, which is undoubtedly a huge temptation for an old bustard.

"Really...... I really can't ......" A wry smile appeared on the corner of the old bustard's mouth, with her years of experience in the industry, she had long known that money was not so easy to earn. In fact, what the bustards are most afraid of is to meet the high rollers who don't take the money properly, and often, the requirements of such people are difficult to meet.

"It doesn't matter if Youlan sees it or not, you just need to tell her that Zhao Yuan is there. ”

"Tell her you're here, these three hedrons are mine?" the old bustard looked incredulous.

"Yes. Zhao Yuan picked up the teacup and took a shallow taste.

"Childe, wait a minute. The old bustard restrained his excitement and said happily.

"Go ahead. ”

......

Youlan was wearing a pale green long dress, a pair of white soft wattles were fiddling with the tea set, and opposite her, sat a middle-aged man dressed in gorgeous clothes, not angry and arrogant.

The middle-aged man didn't say a word, quietly admiring Youlan's light tea-making technique, and there was a trace of warmth in his eyes.

The inside of the room is quaint.

Subtle and elegant, with the spiritual connotation of the Great Qin people, embellished with the four treasures of the study, calligraphy, painting and porcelain, etc.; the garden outside the window is full of poetry and painting under the bright moonlight, with mountains and stones, bamboos and trees, flowing water and curved bridges to express the elegant and misty literati feelings.

The water in the charcoal stove is boiling, and Youlan is cleaning the tea set, washing the tea, and the movements are smooth but meticulous, and the concentration is fascinating.

"It's time for you to go back. Youlan pours tea for a middle-aged man.

"Why do you urge me to leave every time you come?" the middle-aged man frowned.

"The slave family is a ruined flower and a willow, and it is not worth your time here. Youlan said lightly.

"I love staying here. The middle-aged man took a sip of tea.

Youlan didn't speak, just drank tea quietly, occasionally poured tea, and the middle-aged man seemed to be accustomed to Youlan's quietness, and also drank tea quietly, and the room seemed extremely quiet and peaceful.

"When can I stay overnight?" asked the middle-aged man suddenly.

"Anytime. Youlan smiled indifferently.

"You know what I mean. The middle-aged man showed a hint of displeasure, and his frowning brow was full of supreme majesty, which was daunting.

"In this world, there are a few people who can refuse you, if you want to stay, stay is, why do I need to say anything to stay?" Youlan sighed.

"Because no one in the world can refuse me, I hope that the person I like can take the initiative to keep me. ”

"Although the slave family has already lost the body of the broken flowers and willows, when the slave family came to this Baihualou, they had already made up their minds to sell their art and not sell their bodies. ”

The middle-aged man gently placed the teacup in his hand on the coffee table, and there was a long silence.

The atmosphere is inexplicably oppressive and heavy......

PS: Severe cold, splitting headache, sorry, only this chapter today.