Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

Shiqing Bieyuan is located in a very elegant environment in Dongcheng. It is surrounded by walls, and occasionally a few branches of red apricot stick out of the walls.

Although Wu Fuqian did not go to Shiqing Bieyuan, but when Yan Songren passed by, he also followed Yan Songren to find the place, but he went to find out the truth after nightfall.

Because of the special geographical location of Anning County, there are many Japanese pirates and Dongying people here, but because these people have little difference in appearance from the Central Plains people, it is not very obvious at ordinary times. In addition, some people even lived in the When the Central Plains grew up, the difference was even smaller.

Since Wu Fuqian entered the city, he has heard many people talk about Shiqing Bieyuan, so he was full of curiosity about this place early in the morning. Now, it is good that there is someone like Yan Songren who can help to set up a bridge, so that he can go to poetry by himself. Qing Bie Yuan had an excuse.

After nightfall, Wu Fuqian dressed up a little and came to Shiqing Bieyuan.

Although it doesn't look lively here during the day, it is indeed very lively after nightfall. There are people coming and going, and the girls are almost overwhelmed.

There were no girls at the gate of Shiqing Bieyuan to welcome guests, presumably they were all entertaining people inside, so Wu Fuqian weighed the silver tael in his sleeve, then walked towards Bieyuan waving his fan.

The decoration of Shiqing Bieyuan is particularly elegant, and it is different from ordinary brothels after entering.

There is a big stage in the middle of the room, and singing and dancing are being performed on it at this time. Although they were all accompanying the guests, they all dressed up elegantly and behaved delicately and beautifully, which was completely different from the heavy makeup and vulgar language of ordinary brothels.

The guests also appreciated the dance very tastefully, which was quite different from those scenes of changing glasses and persuading them to get drunk.

As soon as Wu Fuqian walked into the room, there was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who looked immature came forward, bent down and said: "I'm sorry, our Shiqing Bieyuan is full of people today, please come tomorrow Come again."

"Hey, there is still a limit on the number of guests you can receive?" Wu Fuqian waved his fan and walked inside on his own.

The little girl hurriedly caught up behind her and said: "I'm sorry, this is the rule of the other garden, and we can't be the masters. Please come back, my lord."

Wu Fuqian continued to walk in, the little girl was in a hurry, she hurriedly stepped forward to stop Wu Fuqian and said, "Young master, please go back, don't let our mother see, otherwise..."

"So what if you see it, open the door to do business, is there any reason not to do it, besides, it's not that I don't have money."

Wu Fuqian took out a handful of silver from his sleeve and stuffed it roughly into the little girl's arms.

Because their voices were too loud, most of the guests had been disturbed, so the singing and dancing on the stage also stopped at this time, and there was a lot of cursing around.

Following a lot of scolding, several burly men rushed out from the darkness, surrounded Wu Fuqian at once, and said aggressively: "I advise you to leave obediently, otherwise don't blame us for being rude."

Wu Fuqian looked these people up and down and said with a smile: "What if I just don't leave?"

A few men stepped forward and held Wu Fugan up without saying a word before throwing him out of the Shiqing Bieyuan.

Just when Wu Fuqian was being thrown out, there was a beautiful and elegant woman standing on the second floor of Shiqing Bieyuan. This person was the owner of Shiqing Bieyuan——Meng Shiqing. He beckoned and said, "Go and find out, who is that?"

"Yes." The man in black behind him turned around and left the Bieyuan quickly.

When Wu Fuqian was thrown out, he definitely couldn't save his face, so he turned around and looked at the gate of Shiqing Bieyuan, and said cursingly: "What, isn't it just a group of prostitutes? What's there to do in the future? Invite me to come, I still haven’t come, hum.” After speaking, he turned around and brushed off the dirt on his body, and then walked towards the restaurant without looking back.

Wu Fuqian returned to the restaurant, took a shower and went to bed to rest. Not long after, he heard the sound of snoring coming from his room.

The man in black who had been watching outside turned around and left Wu Fuqian's window.

As soon as the man in black left, Wu Fuqian sat up immediately. Even if he used his toes to think, he knew who the other party was, but what he wanted was that the other party was interested in him. Time can not understand each other?

Thinking of this, Wu Fuqian lay down again. As for how the man in black would explain to his master after he returned, he didn't care at all. What he cared most at this moment was when Yan Qiaotian dressed as a beggar would come in. city.

……

At dawn the next day, Yan Songren knocked heavily on Wu Fuqian's door.

"Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu, get up quickly, the master of Shiqing Bieyuan wants to see you, get up quickly." Yan Songren's knock on the door was more urgent than his voice, and Wu Fuqian's hard-won dream was overwhelmed. Woke up.

Wu Fuqian stretched his waist and opened the door for Yan Songren, only to see him looking sleepily at each other and said: "They are a brothel, they go so early, does she not sleep at night?"

"It's an elegant room, don't go to a brothel, be careful of trouble." Yan Songren finished speaking cautiously, then dragged Wu Fuqian and said in a low voice, "I already talked to them roughly yesterday, and today we went to discuss For more specific details, the price will also be set by the way."

"No, it's an elegant room, a rough person like me can't go." Wu Fugan sat down at the table and said sarcastically.

How could Yan Songren obey when he heard it, seeing that the benefits are at his fingertips, how could he give up halfway.

He sat down beside Wu Fuqian, and flatteringly said: "Brother Wu, this business is just around the corner, and it's bad for you to keep those mountain goods in your hands. Why not just fulfill Bieyuan's wish?"

"Bad? You underestimate me too much. You think I only have those pheasants and boars? Wrong." Wu Fuqian said mysteriously, "I still have a tiger skin I got from Qinghe Four Gangs. I don't believe it anymore. If it can’t be sold here, can’t it be sold if I transport it to another place?”

Wu Fuqian suddenly remembered what Yan Qiaotian had told him back then that the Qinghe Fourth Gang seemed to have something to do with some kind of tiger skin, so he had an idea, and he spoke out what was in his mind.

Yan Songren's eyes lit up, and he lowered his head and asked mysteriously in Wu Fugan's ear: "Do you have that tiger skin? I heard that Meng Shiqing found many people who wanted to help her find that tiger skin, but in the end I didn’t find it, but I didn’t expect you to get it.”

"You wait here, I'll talk to Meng Shiqing about this." Yan Songren turned and left after speaking.

"You'd better hurry up, I'm leaving later today, such a poor place, the people are poor, hmph, the vision is quite high." Wu Fuqian said impatiently to the other side's back.

Yan Songren's words have convinced Wu Fuqian that this Meng Shiqing must be related to the affairs of Qinghe Four Gangs, and this tiger skin must also hide a major secret.

He decided to pretend that he didn't know anything, and dealt with the other party as if it were an ordinary tiger skin.