This Guanju Tower is the largest and most expensive brothel in Bei'an Kingdom. Although it is also famous, the beauties inside are too cold, and you may not be able to buy their smiling faces with a lot of money, so there are many beauties in Guanju Tower who don't put on airs. It became a good place.

Liu Nian brought Li Rongqian and Si Feixie in through the back door, if they had gone through the front door, the bones of the two young masters would have been gnawed.

After all, Liu Nian is the top card, her residence is very big, but when she was approaching Yuanying Pavilion, Li Rongqian vaguely heard the singing.

She sang "Luojing Ci", the signature song of Guanjulou, Liu Nian saw Li Rongqian stop, so she turned her head and said: "Young Master Li, just listen to it, don't pay too much attention to it, especially the singer. "

Li Rongqian was puzzled and said, "Why?"

Liu Nian looked at the place where the singing came, and took a deep breath: "They are blind prostitutes. These girls are all of average beauty. After selection, they are all good-tempered and gentle. Then someone will teach the song and wait for the singing Blind their eyes."

Li Rongqian's pupils trembled slightly, and he turned to look at Si Feixie, who was looking down at his feet.

Liu Nian snorted softly, and said again: "This place, I don't know how many tears we shed, we passed out several times, but it's the only place for us to shelter. Blind prostitutes serve people for those high-minded maikos, They can't see it, no matter whether a man is beautiful or ugly, they will make good sacrifices."

Li Rongqian opened his mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat, his long eyelashes trembled, and he clenched his hands tightly.

Liu Nian smiled bitterly, and asked Li Rongqian to continue to follow her. Li Rongqian's heart was tightened and hurt all the way. Si Feixie saw that he was uncomfortable, so he didn't talk much, let alone make a fuss, and obediently held Li Rongqian's hand .

The decoration in Yuanying Pavilion is simple, and there is a picture of wintersweet on the wall. As soon as Liu Nian entered the door, he rushed to the painting and whispered: "I'm back."

The slender fingers stroked over and over again, but the man's smiling face could no longer be seen.

"Sister Liu is back!"

There was a sweet cry from behind the gauze tent, and a little girl came out with a double bun, rubbing her eyes.

Liu Nian hurriedly said: "This is my close girl, take a look."

Yiran stretched his waist, and the moment he saw Li Rongqian, he suddenly shouted: "Ah, it's the brother in the painting!"

Looking at the handsome and handsome Si Feixie again, he shouted again: "Oh, my sister is serving two people today? How can this be unbearable!"

"Don't make trouble, this is Mr. Li, and that one is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Li Rongqian "Hey" for a while, ignoring Si Feixie playing with his hair, and asked: "I didn't say who the people around me are?"

Yiran blinked a few times, and went straight back to Li Rongqian: "Everyone in Bei'an now knows that Lord Li and His Highness the Crown Prince are inseparable for a moment, and that the Crown Prince has reached the age of marriage but there is no one to choose. It's all because he likes... um..."

Liu Nian stepped forward and covered Yiran's mouth with an anxious voice, "I'm sorry Mrs. Li, this child is still young, don't worry about what she says."

Li Rongqian almost carried it away, but he couldn't get angry at the little girl, so he turned around and kicked Si Feixie in the calf.

Si Feixie bared her teeth and grinned: "Hiss, it hurts so much, Xiao Li..."

Li Rongqian sighed in his heart, he turned around and saw the painting on the table, it was himself.

"I recognize you by this painting." Liu Nian carefully brought the painting over. The person in the painting was wearing a light blue long coat, but Li Rongqian couldn't remember when he wore it.

Si Feixie reached out and snatched the painting, pretended to look at it, then put it away and asked, "Can you sell it to me? Xiao Li give me the money!"

Liu Nian laughed out loud: "Haha, take it if your Highness likes it, no money required."

Si Feixie and Yiran were driven aside, and Liu Nian cleaned up the wooden table.

Li Rongqian closed his eyes, then waved his hand lightly, and a three-stringed zither landed on the wooden table.

The whole body is pitch black, and there is a strange fragrance, only three strings.

"Girl, I want to ask some questions." Li Rongqian turned serious, and Liu Nian nodded, looking very nervous.

"How long has your husband been dead?"

"Half a month."

"name."

"Jiang Xian."

"Where did you die?"

Liu Nian clenched her lower lip and shook her head.

Li Rongqian wondered: "Why don't you even know where he died?"

"I guess Miss Liu wasn't there when that man died."

Si Feixie couldn't help talking, he put his arm around Yiran, held the painting in the other, and said to Yiran: "Let me tell you, Xiao Li wore pink clothes every day when he was young, I almost thought he was a girl."

Li Rongqian's temples throbbed.

"Xiao Li likes cakes the most. He kicks the quilt around when he sleeps, and even robbed me once, which caused me to catch a cold."

"..."

"Xiao Li, he..."

Li Rongqian couldn't bear it anymore, got up and dragged Si Feixie to his side, "Sit here and don't talk."

Si Feixie really didn't speak, and nodded frantically while covering his mouth.

Sitting alone in a corner, Yiran said quietly, "So the rumors are all true..."

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