Chapter 1548

After Yang Xuan came down the mountain with the breeze, he began to stroll in the direction of Xiangyang, eating and playing, and meddling in his own business when he met those who couldn't see.

Not to mention, it takes at least more than 700 kilometers from Huashan to Xiangyang. According to the distance in this era, it is at least thousands of miles away.

At night, in front of a brothel in a big city, more than a dozen maidservants walked in and out, and the procuress kept waving silk scarves.

"Mom Zhang, is little Yan coming out to pick up guests today?" A young scholar joked.

"Ah, childe Li? You come too. Today, Miss Yan was hired by a rich man. Childe Li, why don't you find Cuihua? She's still free." Zhang's mother pinched Mei.

"Cuihua" Childe Li thought for a moment, and the image of a fat woman with a towering braid appeared in his mind.

Childe Li shook his head. "No, no, no, Miss Cuihua, I can't afford to climb up. Who are you talking about?"

In ancient times, everyone in a city knew that the traffic was not as developed as it is now. Therefore, unless there was a special reason or occupation, few people would stay away from their hometown. Even in a big city, people living near them for more than ten years still didn't know.

"I'm not a native. The uncle threw a lot of money and called not only miss Xiaoyan, but also other girls."

"Alas ~ ~ ~" childe Li sighed and had to go to the hall.

In a room full of rouge, several girls hammered their legs to Yang Xuan and Feng Qingyang, while several heavily made-up women played Pipa and zither to the two players.

The girl peeled the grapes and put them into Yang Xuan's mouth.

"Yang Xuan, I don't think it's appropriate for us to do this." At this time, the breeze has long disappeared. When he was at Siguo cliff, he was calm. Now his whole body is tight and ready to go.

Yang Xuan closed his eyes and listened to the music unique to the dynasty. "Oh, what's wrong? It's not very good. Just be happy. It's hard to stretch all day. Enjoy it. These chicks have a good technique."

Feng Qingyang's face changed constantly. Finally, he sighed helplessly, "I want to be famous all my life. You actually brought me to the brothel. What should I do if others know."

"Stop, aren't you a dead man? The world knows you've died. What's the reputation of the dead? Enjoy it."

Yang Xuan turned his head and said, "can you provide accommodation here, Miss Xiaoyan?"

"What? Yang Xuan, you're going to live here today!" Feng Qingyang is about to jump up. He is already unruly. The sect dogma is bullshit to himself, but he didn't expect to meet his opponent this time. Where does Yang Xuan go to play? He doesn't play cards according to common sense at all.

"You can pull it. Along the way, you eat mine, wear mine and spend mine. My friend can be regarded as a good friend. It is estimated that I am the only one who has made a breakthrough." Yang Xuan smiled.

Feng Qingyang immediately turned his head away and didn't want to see Yang Xuan. But then again, the little girl was quite ~ ~ ~ ~ cool. In fact, Feng Qingyang was not the kind of person who adhered to the form, but he had been alone for so many years. Yang Xuan's thinking turned too fast, and he couldn't keep up.

Little Yan was about sixteen or seventeen years old. Besides her black hair, her skin was as white as jade. Although she was a brothel woman, her face was extremely beautiful. She leaned down and whispered, "little brother, I'm a performer but not a prostitute?"

"Oh, not to let you sleep, but whether there is a place to live. I like the atmosphere here."

"Yes, there are several elegant wing rooms upstairs, but the price is more expensive."

"Ha ha ha, what a big deal. Give me two." Yang Xuan took out a handful of golden beans from his pocket.

Xiaoyan said in surprise, "gold?"

"Nonsense, poor people use silver. Who is my brother? I'm a decent man and rich. If I have money, I have to pay with gold. The rest should be given to your sisters."

"Thank you very much."

"Xiao Yan, do you have any paper, ink, pen and inkstone?" Yang Xuan rolled his sleeves and became interested. It was normal for him to drink and eat good food, sing and dance, and write poetry.

But Yang Xuan can't write poetry. Writing is OK.

Xiaoyan skillfully helped Yang Xuan grind the ink and gave Yang Xuan a gesture of invitation.

"All of you present are entertainers but not prostitutes?"

Xiaoyan said with a smile, "our side is a brothel, not a fence, but a performer."

"OK." Yang Xuan picked up the brush to brew and splashed ink on the rice paper.

[out of the mud without contamination · clean the ripples without demons]

Xiao Yan gradually became bright from her expectant eyes. After a long time, she said, "Sir, do you really think so?"

"Others laugh that I'm too crazy. I laugh that others can't see through, can't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and can't hoe the fields without flowers and wine. Silly girl, alas, with eyes on other people's heads, how do they think it's important? Even if it's important, can you change it? What's important is what you think. These two words are given to you. If you want to watch one incense every day."

With that, Yang Xuan walked upstairs with the red wind.

"Your thin gold body is very hot."

Yang Xuan said proudly, "nonsense, I'm a man. I learn everything very fast. I like drinking, eating, sleeping in and beautiful women, but I've only practiced writing recently."

"I'm not talking about your words. I'm talking about the artistic conception in your words. It's extraordinary. If this girl can seize this opportunity, her achievements will be unlimited in the future."

"If you have fate, you will be successful. If you have no fate, you will be busy. What's the matter behind ~ ~ ~ with me ~ ~ ~!" Yang Xuan smiled.

When Yang Xuan walked into the room and looked around, Feng Qingyang also came in. Yang Xuan wondered, "your room is next door. What are you doing here?"

"Do you order it for me, too?"

"Nonsense, I'm not used to sleeping in a room with men." Then he pushed the breeze out.

Time passed quickly. The three people went shopping and set off in Xiangyang.

It was sunny and a little muggy that night. Yang Xuan and Feng Qingyang were located in a broken temple. Honghou cooked some food for them. Feng Qingyang had long been used to Yang Xuan's unique skill of making things for no reason.

"Not good." Just as Yang Xuan was about to take the dishes and chopsticks, a message came into his mind.

Yang Xuan frowned and said, "what's up?"

"Better be in danger. I'll come as soon as I go." Yang Xuan said, a smoke appeared out of thin air and stepped into it. The smoke and Yang Xuan disappeared in an instant.

"Sleeping trough, this, this..." The wind is clear and the noodles are still hanging at the corners of his mouth. The unbelievable chopsticks point to the place where Yang Xuan disappeared. He may have stayed with Yang Xuan for a long time. Unexpectedly, he gradually learned Yang Xuan's set of vernacular.

"Don't worry, he'll be back in a minute." The Red Queen was not surprised, what to do or what to do.