Muhan Shuangcheng

At the beginning of night, the heat of the day has faded, and the breeze is blowing. People who are afraid of heat start to come out after staying at home for a whole day, so Qiongzhou City is bustling at this time.

Small vendors on the street, all kinds of yelling and selling, the waiters in the restaurants and inns on both sides of the street greeted, the guests talked and laughed, and the aroma of the food made the night very lively.

The largest and best restaurant in Qiongzhou is Zuixianglou, where the wine is mellow and the dishes are delicious, hence the name Zuixianglou.The first floor is the lobby, which is already full of people. The waiter, who runs the hall, is so busy that he only hates that his parents have lost his hands and feet.The second floor is a private room, which is provided for guests who need to be quiet without being beaten, and the price is naturally high.It is said that the third floor is the owner's private space, which is not open to the public. Except for the shopkeeper who goes in to clean it on weekdays, no one from Zuixiang Building has ever been able to go to the third floor.

At this time, on the third floor of Zuixiang Building, by the window, stood a tall and slender man. There was no candle in the room, and the flickering light outside the window reflected on the man's face, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

"You've been standing for a long time, aren't you tired? I'm tired from watching." An elegant male voice came from behind, full of sorrow.

The man at the window turned half of his face, half of his face was completely hidden in the shadow, and half of his face was illuminated by the light outside the window. He only saw him as cold as a crown jade, his eyes as deep as a cold pool, and the bridge of his nose was as straight as a knife, pale and pale. Thin lips with beautiful curves, who else is it not Mu Han?

Mu Han glanced lightly at Lin Qingyue, who was lying on the table as if she had no bones, said lightly, and walked towards the door, "Get up."

"Hey, wait for me, Han, where are you going..." Lin Qingyue hurriedly got up and followed the tall white figure down the stairs. Once on the second floor, Lin Qingyue pretended to be a handsome young man, " "Shua" opened the folding fan in his hand, just joking, he is also a boss after all, in front of his tricks, he must not lose his impressive image.

"Han, are you sure this is where you want to come?" Lin Qingyue followed Mu Han all the way through the streets and alleys, and stopped at the intersection of an unusually busy street.This is the most bustling gold-selling street in Qiongzhou City except for the street where Zuixianglou belongs. Standing at the intersection, you can see the brightly red, candlelit street, and groups of men standing on the street. At the entrance of the store or at the upstairs window, waving a handkerchief, the woman dressed up beautifully, with a burst of fragrance of makeup and powder comes with the cool night wind. This is the most famous flower street in Qiongzhou City, Liuxiang, among which Baihualou is the most famous.

Mu Han walked towards the busiest center without stopping, without turning his head, and said, "If you don't want to, you can go back first."

Just kidding, in Qiongzhou City, who doesn't know that Lin Qingyue is the most caring person, there is no reason to turn back after getting here, isn't he concerned about a certain ice block, standing on it for a long time, and walking in a daze? ?

"Hey, sir, please come in. Do you have a close friend? If not, mother will introduce someone to you." Baihualou is not like ordinary brothels, standing outside to solicit business. , come to the door by yourself.At this time, when the old bustard saw Mu Han coming in, his old eyes lit up. The handsome son, he must be a big money maker, so he hurriedly twisted the waist of the bucket and came over to say hello.

As soon as you step into Baihualou, this place is really different from other brothels. The decoration is elegant and the layout is elegant. In the lobby, there is a table half a person high. At this time, someone is playing and singing, the voice is soft and melodious, and the tune is like telling a story. People can't help but listen quietly.The guests in the hall are relatively well-behaved. At most, they invite one or two girls from the upper floor to accompany them, drink some wine, listen to ditties, and there will be no excessive movements.

A gust of fragrant wind came, Mu Han frowned impatiently, and withdrew his glance, only to see a procuress who smiled wrinkled all over his face, dressed up in fancy clothes and walked towards him, waving a handkerchief, Mu Han took two steps back to avoid Swept by the handkerchief exuding a pungent fragrance.