I studied beheading in a mental institution

After half an hour.

A figure wearing a bamboo hat slowly stopped in the corner of the busy street, and the chirping female voice sounded like an oriole from the building in front of him, and there was silk and bamboo string music from time to time, which was pleasant to the ear.

"Are you sure, is this possible?" Under the bamboo hat, the red-haired girl asked cautiously.

"It's okay, my lord." A missionary said seriously, "You go in with us, as long as you don't take off your bamboo hat, no one will notice."

The red-haired girl nodded heavily, "Okay."

Under the negotiation of several missionaries, they successfully entered the Sode Dance Studio. The exotic appearance of these missionaries made the guests and dancers in the workshop look sideways, and they were also very curious about the mysterious figure wearing a bamboo hat behind them, but they did not. It was suspected that it was a woman.

As the leading missionary took out a heavy ingot of silver, a short man in the dance workshop suddenly showed a flattering smile on his face, and led a few people up to the second floor.

"Guest officers, this is the best private room in our dance studio. Not only is it spacious, there are people serving you, but the location is also the best. Are you satisfied?"

The red-haired girl walked into the private room, where she could clearly see the woman dancing with the wonderful sound below, as well as the guests sitting in front of the stage. Literati, there is a feeling of looking down on all living beings.

Seeing the red-haired girl nodding, the missionary took out another ingot of silver, stuffed it into the short man's hand, and said in standard Chinese:

"It's here, bring us some food... Also, we don't need to be served, so don't let people come in to disturb us."

The short man was taken aback, "You don't even need a dancer to accompany you?"

"Need not."

"This... good."

The little man seemed to be about to say something, but he swallowed his words when he saw the missionary's sharp eyes, and exited the private room with a poignant smile.

After a while, several plates of fruit snacks were brought up. According to the missionaries, no dancers came in to accompany the wine, and the soft music echoed in the workshop. Only in this private room, a few missionaries sat upright like saints generally.

The red-haired girl sat down at the head seat, her eyes passed through the curtain of the bamboo hat, and she glanced at those women who were carrying fruit plates, with enchanting figures and charming expressions. Laughter came from it.

"A person without faith and bottom line is no different from a beast dominated by desire." A missionary said in a deep voice.

"You don't have to be so rigid. Having faith doesn't mean you have to wear shackles, and not having faith doesn't mean you're ignorant and barbaric... Look at the world from a human perspective, experience the suffering and joy of this world, and only then can you know what they need."

The red-haired girl didn't seem to resist these things. Her gaze passed through the curtain, scanning everyone curiously, and occasionally picked up a piece of snack and put it into her mouth.

"What the Holy Maiden said is true." Several missionaries suddenly realized, "Quickly, call some dancing girls for Your Excellency!"

"……That was not what I meant!"

The red-haired girl hurriedly stopped them. These people were all believers who were impressed by her innate talent of faith and the teachings she spread after she came to this continent, and actively followed her to spread the name of the Holy Lord. Although they followed her for a long time, they still couldn't fully understand the teachings, and their thinking was also imprisoned by personal experience, so they couldn't follow her thoughts.

The red-haired girl is used to this. After all, it is not an easy task to convey the way of thinking and cognition through teachings.

Even if several people are like this, it is even more difficult to establish a huge religion and spread complete teachings... At least she is very clear that the current self is still in a hurry.

The few of them watched the dance music for a long time in the workshop, and waited until the red-haired girl had almost eaten up the snacks on the table before slowly standing up and preparing to leave.

At this moment, three figures came in from the gate of the dance workshop. The leader was a scholar in a Confucian uniform. He led the other two to the second floor with ease, and was about to enter the private room where they were. , but was stopped by the people outside the door.

"What? Someone already?"

"..."

"Hey...Brother Qiye, it seems really unfortunate that this room has the best view. Since it is occupied, how about we go to another room?"

After talking for a while, the three of them sat down in another private room next door, where they could also see the panoramic view below.

After a while, I saw a group of Yingying and Yanyan dancers push open the door of the private room, and there were roughly eight or nine of them who squeezed in together. This exaggerated treatment directly made the other private rooms and the guests on the first floor His eyes widened enviously.

"Compared to other city-states in the Han Dynasty, these people in Chang'an City really enjoy it." A missionary snorted disdainfully.

The red-haired girl didn't stand up, put on the bamboo hat, and walked to the door, and said calmly:

"Let the people next door move here, just in time...we should go too."

……

"Brother Qiye, isn't this place interesting enough?" Yan Zhong was sitting at the table, and two delicate dancers were kneeling behind him, chatting and laughing while rubbing his shoulders and back, they seemed to be very familiar with each other.

Lin Qiye sat on the other side with a strange expression. Seeing that the dancers were about to lie in his arms, he reached out and stopped them:

"Brother Yan Zhong... Enjoy it, I don't need it."

These dancers are indeed pretty, but Lin Qiye has no interest in this aspect. One thing to say, the level of these dancers' drinking companions is still at the primitive stage of beauty and seduction, lacking some spiritual comfort and connotation.

He didn't expect that the interesting place that Yan Zhong said was actually a brothel... If I had known, it would be better to go to a teahouse or dim sum shop. In Lin Qiye's eyes, the business level of this place still needs to be improved.

"What? Brother Qiye thinks they are not good enough?" Yan Zhong patted the table and said to the little man behind him, "Go, invite Miss Qing'er here, this is Lord Hou's guest, she must be treated well ..."

Hearing this, the man was shocked, turned around and walked to the door, but was grabbed by Lin Qiye.

"It's really unnecessary." Lin Qiye said helplessly, "Brother Yan Zhong, just enjoy yourself, you don't need to take me with you."

Yan Zhong frowned and thought for a while, as if he realized something, "Could it be that brother Qiye already has a family?"

"This..." Lin Qiye paused for a while, unable to explain clearly, so he could only follow the trend, "That's right, I already have a family, and my fierce wife is very powerful, if you know that I'm fooling around, I can’t explain it when I go back.”

Hearing this, Yan Zhong gave Lin Qiye a sympathetic look, and no longer insisted, he let the other dancers go out. As for Wu Quan...he was too young, so naturally he didn't arrange for the dancers to serve him.

Lin Qiye breathed a sigh of relief, he took a sip of the tea cup on the table, and suddenly felt an inexplicable burning sensation in his chest.