Fast Time Travel: The Supporting Role's Counterattack

Chapter 273 The Daughter of the Taiwei 4
After Zhuzhu exited, Hua Jinyue entered the inner room with the ointment. Qin Xiu was lying on the bed by the window.

Hua Jinyue walked over apologetically, "This is the anti-swelling ointment I asked Zhuzhu to buy, I'll rub it on for you"

Qin Xiu hurriedly got up and held Hua Jinyue's hand, "Okay"

Hua Jinyue took out her hand and opened the ointment box. Inside was a white ointment. She dipped her index finger in a pea-sized amount and carefully rubbed it on his swollen face.

As soon as the ointment was applied to his face, Qin Xiu felt a icy cold sensation, and the pain on his face was not so severe anymore.

Qin Xiu's brows were affectionate, and his peach blossom eyes were stained with so much dust. Hua Jinyue was absorbed in thinking, and unconsciously, the strength in his hands became heavier.

"hiss"

Hearing Qin Xiu's cry of pain, Hua Jinyue came back to her senses and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, husband"

"It's okay." Qin Xiu burst into tears of pain, and his eyes looking at Hua Jinyue were still as gentle as water.

Hua Jinyue accepted his look and quickly finished applying the medicine.

"Husband, don't go to Meilin to paint for now. Just take a rest at home today." Hua Jinyue looked like she was thinking about Qin Xiu.

Qin Xiu looked at Hua Jinyue affectionately and nodded. After he went to bed to rest, she went out.

Hua Jinyue walked to the back garden and looked at the beautiful scenery, and her mood improved a lot.

Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by the beauty pass, no matter whether Qin Xiu is really affectionate or fake, he must make up with him for the sake of the Yin family.

Coincidentally, she had just let her personal maid, Zhuzhu, go to rest, and things would be easier if no one was with her.

Hua Jinyue returned to the bedroom, found Qin Xiu's dusty clothes, and put them on herself. The cuffs and trouser legs were quite long, so she cut them to fit with scissors.

She let her hair loose, tied a man's ponytail, and walked out through the back door.

Hua Jinyue went to a clothing store, asked the store to measure the size, and ordered a set of clothes.

"How long will it take for the boss to get his clothes?" Hua Jinyue asked.

"Five days," said the tailor beside him.

Five days is fine, she didn't need it in a short time, so she paid a deposit and left.

Walking on the street, Hua Jinyue touched her chin unconsciously. If she wanted to find a woman who could seduce Qin Xiu, the girl from the brothel was the best choice.

Hua Jinyue inquired about it. The largest brothel in the capital is the Jiaolan Pavilion, and the girls in it are all first-class and beautiful, especially the oiran.

At the entrance of Guerlain Pavilion, a few girls greeted the guests at the door. Hua Jinyue looked at the girls at the door who were good-looking, and the girls inside would definitely be more beautiful. It seemed that there was no mistake.

Hua Jinyue stepped forward, and several girls rushed forward, pulling Hua Jinyue inside.

After Hua Jinyue sat down, she pushed away all the girls around her, slapped the table with gold, and was very impatient, "Don't you have any good-looking girls here?"

"Hey, sir, what kind of girl do you want?" When the madam saw Jin Zi, she was like a cat seeing a mouse.

"Your oiran here," Hua Jinyue said.

"It's easy to say, easy to say, follow me to the private room upstairs." Seeing that Hua Jinyue was a big client, the bustard took her to the second floor.

"Hurry up and serve cakes and drinks to the young master," the old bustard said to the side.

Hua Jinyue sat at the table without speaking.

"My lord, please wait for a while, I'll call Miss Xue'er right away." The old bustard hurried out.

The drinks and cakes were brought up in a short while, but Hua Jinyue didn't eat them, because everything in the brothel contained aphrodisiacs.

The old bustard walked in with a girl in red. She was slender, with charming eyes like silk, but the makeup was too heavy, and she had a strong smell of dust on her body, so Qin Xiu might not have liked it.

Hua Jinyue frowned tightly, and waved her hand, "You are kidding me, what kind of beauty is this!"

"My lord, she is the oiran of our Guerlain Pavilion, and is recognized as a beauty." The procuress said, "If she is not beautiful, there will be no beauties."

"No, it's too ugly," Hua Jinyue said directly.

The bustard let the frustrated oiran go out, "My lord, what do you want?"

"Do you have any newly trained or new girls?" Hua Jinyue asked.

"This... yes there is, but the price is expensive," said the old bustard.

"I'm not short of money, take me to see it." Hua Jinyue took out another two pieces of gold.

The bustard hurriedly took Hua Jinyue to the backyard of the Jiaolan Pavilion, and called all the girls who had been trained or just bought over.

"My lord, all the girls are here, if you don't have a match, there is really nothing you can do," said the old bustard.

Hua Jinyue waved her hand to show that she knew, there were twenty girls in front of her, all of them were delicate and beautiful, compared with the oiran just now, they were innocent and innocent.

This kind of girl can attract men's attention the most. She looked at them one by one, and finally fell on the last one. Although this girl is not as good-looking as other girls, she has the best foundation. If she dresses up well, she is even more beautiful than the oiran.

"That's her." Hua Jinyue said to the madam, "I'll give you 500 taels, don't let this girl pick up guests for a month, I want to be there whenever I'm called."

For a girl who has not been trained well, she can redeem her body if she can get 500 taels, the old bustard repeatedly agreed.

"You, come with me"

Hua Jinyue pointed at the girl and brought her back to her private room.

The girl was reluctant at first, but the bustard gave her a threatening look, and then reluctantly followed.

When the two of them arrived at the private room, Hua Jinyue asked her to close the door and sit at the middle table. "What's your name?"

"Lan'e"

"Do you want to leave here, I can help you redeem yourself." Hua Jinyue threw an olive branch, "As long as you help me do one thing"

Lan E is a young lady from a businessman's family. Because of her poor family, her father took to the road of gambling. She couldn't pay back the money, so she was sold to a brothel. Chance to escape.

"What's the matter?" Lan'e asked hurriedly.

"Help me seduce a person, as long as you can make him seduce fascinated." Hua Jinyue said, "Not only will I help you redeem your body, but I will also give you a sum of money so that you can start your life again."

The conditions were too tempting for Lan E, so she nodded without thinking.

"Very well, you dress up well, I'll let you know," Hua Jinyue said and gave Lan E 50 taels.

Lan E gratefully accepted "I will not let you down"

"Then I'll wait and see." Hua Jinyue got up and left the Guerlain Pavilion.

As soon as she walked out of the door, she took two strong breaths of the outside air. The smell of rouge and gouache inside was so strong that it gave her a headache.

Hua Jinyue looked at the sky and saw that the time had already wandered around casually.

I caught a glimpse of a letter-writing and painting stall. If there is anything special about this stall, the person who runs the stall is a handsome scholar.

There were quite a few girls in front of his stall, and they were unmoved at all, without even looking at them.

Hua Jinyue was quite interested in him, but only if she didn't meet someone like Qin Xiu.

She withdrew her gaze and was about to leave when a few hooligans came in front of her.

"Wei Ru, you haven't paid the protection fee, who gave you the guts to set up a stall here?"

"Why should I give you money, this place belongs to everyone?" Wei Ru showed no sign of weakness.

"Hey, brothers, do you hear me, smash his stall for me?"

A few gangsters grabbed things from the scholar's stall and threw them around. Hua Jinyue heard that "Wei Ru" was not the author of the poem she admired the most in the collection of poems this morning.

(End of this chapter)