The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

Yan Song covered his face, with dark circles under his eyes, and said happily: "Thanks to my desperate efforts to protect my face, my handsome face was preserved. These wives, big and small, really misunderstood the good intentions of the old man. Alas, Tang Lian'er too, Why should the contact point be chosen in the No. [-] brothel in the capital, the reputation of the elders in this pavilion has been tarnished..."

(Tang Lian'er, I'm bah! Pay off your reputation? It's as if you have never visited a brothel. How did your five oiran wives come here?)

"Master, we're here!"

Yan Nian came down to hold an umbrella.

Yan Song hurriedly got off the car and walked into Xiuchunfang.

I thought that there would not be many people in Xiuchunfang on this rainy night and dark day.

As soon as Yan Song came in, he knew that he had made a big mistake.

Where is Xiuchunfang (bdfa) empty?

It was overcrowded, a sea of ​​people.

There were Yingying and Yanyan everywhere, Yan Song's face turned dark when he saw it, he hurriedly covered his face with his hands, and wanted to retreat.

If others know that this pavilion old man visits brothels on rainy nights, it will be hard not to be popular.Especially since the Jingcha is about to start, Yan Song doesn't want to give the crown prince the blame.

Who knows, the more I am afraid of something, the more I will get something.

An old bustard came up to hold Yan Song with a charming smile: "Oh, Mr. Yan Ge, honored guest. You haven't come to my embroidery spring workshop for a while..."

Yan Song looked embarrassed, and said with a dry smile: "No, no, don't talk nonsense, when did the boss come here?"

Wouldn't it be against harmony for a majestic grand master to visit a kiln?

Will people notice that this pavilion always comes here for secret information?

The old procuress didn't know how to read words and expressions, and still smiled coquettishly: "Mr. Yan Ge, why are you pretending to be shy? You are not allowed to come 8 or 9 times in which month?"

Yan Song's eyes darkened, it's too bad.Information leaked!

The prostitutes below are all dignitaries.

Because here in Xiuchunfang, any girl would spend thousands of taels of money for a night's head wrap!

Obviously, this is not something ordinary people can enjoy.

Only those who are not short of money can come to this gold-selling cave, spend a lot of money, walk around the stage, and ask for flowers and willows.

These people suddenly heard what the old bustard said, and they all turned their eyes to Yan Song.

Then fryer.

"I'll go, it's really Old Yan Ge!"

"The dignified old Yan Ge actually visits Xiuchunfang?"

"What's so strange about this? I'd be surprised if this treacherous minister doesn't visit!"

"That's right! It's only natural for Yan Song to visit brothels!"

Yan Song: "...The sad thing is that no one feels disobedient when someone sees me visiting a brothel! What the hell is this?"

Yan Song's heart was filled with grief and indignation.

Could it be that this pavilion is always in your hearts, is it so unbearable?

(Men all over the world are shouting in unison... You are the only one who wants to set up a memorial arch? You have long been the public enemy of men in Ming Dynasty!)

Yan Song wiped off his cold sweat and walked up to the top floor.

Tang Lianer, standing in front of the window, was waiting for him.

Yan Song sighed and said: "I said next time we meet, can we change the place? This Xiuchunfang, it's against the law for me to come here, the crown prince will pay attention."

Tang Lian'er giggled, and the flowers trembled and said: "Mr. Yan Ge, you probably haven't noticed that no matter where you go, the prince will send someone to follow you. Only when you go to the brothel, the prince will not..."

She opened her thin lips lightly, and said lightly: "Because, you are a treacherous minister, it's really strange that you don't visit brothels, just like cats don't steal fish!"

Yan Song fell to the ground, his limbs twitching.

Framed, must be framed, how could a man with such a bright heart like Mr. Ben...

A bolt of lightning almost struck Yan Song.

(Leigong and Dianmu: If you dare to pretend to be aggressive, I will kill you!)

Yan Song had no choice but to sit down and was about to ask Tang Lian'er, but Tang Lian'er took the initiative to say: "Mr. Yan Ge, you are here this time to ask me about the assassination of you by the Sun Moon God Sect?"

Yan Song nodded, and told Tang Lian'er what Lan Fenghuang had heard on the official road in Zhili.

"Answer you, yes, but there are conditions."

Tang Lian'er lit an incense lightly and sat on Yan Song's lap.

She was wearing a dress, looking at the beauties by turning on the lamp at night, she had a special charm.

This saint of the White Lotus Sect is so beautiful.

Even compared to the five big oirans in Yan Song's family, as well as Lan Fenghuang's aunt and nephew, they are not inferior.

Yan Song felt that Liu Xiahui himself could not do it.

Tang Lian'er also felt that Mr. Yan Ge was being provoked by her, and she was a little restless. She giggled, but deliberately leaned into Yan Song's arms, and said lightly: "What questions do you want to ask him? I will only answer your three questions , you have to promise me one condition."