Chapter 499

While talking, the scholar looked at the woman in red. She should be 17 or 18 years old. She looks very beautiful. Her character is hot at first sight. In addition, she has a red dress. He couldn't help but think of a word, pepper. Please search (product @ book ￥ net) to see the most complete! The most updated novel

the woman in red listened to the scholar's words, and her eyebrows were a little more pleased, but there was a hint of cunning in her eyes: "you scholar are quite able to speak, but don't think that if you say a few flattering words, this girl will be confused by you."

As soon as the voice fell, the woman in red suddenly pulled out her long sword and stabbed at the scholar on the horse.

The scholar can't help but look flustered, fall down from the horse and make a scream.

The scholar kneaded the buttocks which was hurt by the fall, and said angrily, "why do you tease Xiaosheng like this, girl?"

"Cluck!"

Seeing the aggrieved appearance of the scholar, the woman in red gave out a series of crisp smile like a silver bell: "my mother said that you are the most deceitful scholar in the world. I will teach you a lesson today, and I will not let you go if I dare to trick girls at will!"

As soon as the voice fell, the woman in red started to run forward.

"The scholar should not delay on the road. In another half an hour, the gate will be closed. Otherwise, you will wait to feed the wolf on the wilderness!"

Hearing this, the scholar turned away and slapped the dust on his lower body at will. He turned over to the horse and said to himself that the skin of the little girl was really a pepper.

Yes, it's song Yan who pretends to be the scholar.

Since the first world war with the three great saints, he has made great achievements. After half a month's practice in the Shanzhai, he went down the mountain alone and became a scholar to travel around the world. Half a month later, he went out of Yuezhou and came to Yanzhou.

In the past half month, he has been robbed for more than ten times, but every time, he has robbed the other side completely. Unexpectedly, this business has been destroyed by the pepper.

There is a city twenty miles ahead.

Even if song Yan closed the gate and wanted to enter the city, he could not defeat him, but he accelerated his horse speed to drive to the Fucheng.

Walking around the world for half a month, he has seen and heard a lot, and he has a little more detailed understanding of the world.

In this world, although the imperial power is supreme, it can not restrain the martial artists in the world, especially the three holy places. Even the three empires dare not offend them easily.

As for the nine sects, they usually choose to cooperate with the Empire.

Therefore, the world can also be said to be a world of coexistence of imperial power and martial arts. Unlike in the real world, the government has an absolute advantage. Even the martial arts dare not go around at will to avoid being hit by the government.

In less than half an hour, song Yan urged Ma to come to cangyang mansion.

Compared with Ningwu County, the city of cangyangfu is much higher, at least seven or eight Zhangs. Even the first-class fighters are hard to cross.

The scholar is still in a high position in the world. Therefore, song Yan, dressed as a scholar, has not been challenged by the guards and easily enters the gate through the city gate.

I found a high-end inn to live in.

He ordered the waiter to wash his bath water, change his Confucian robe and have dinner in the shop. Song Yan planned to visit the city.

The world is full of spirit and high-yield food. Therefore, the happiness index of ordinary people in the world is still high. High happiness index means that there are fewer rebels. Therefore, the public security in the city is better, so there is no so-called curfew.

Unconsciously, song Yan went to a three-story building with brilliant lights.

In front of the building, there are lots of cars and horses.

The three gilded characters of Tianxiang building fell into song Yan's eyes. Immediately, he knew what the place was. That was the ancient prostitute and the courtyard. But now it's not called the prostitute and the courtyard. People have a more elegant name, called the brothel.

In his heart, song Yansheng wants to see something.

"Come in, young man."

As soon as he arrived at the gate, a warm tortoise came up.

Song Yan nodded and went in with Guigong.

After entering the door, there is a huge screen, behind which there are laughter from men and women.

Around the screen, there is a wide hall in the eye. The hall is divided into two parts, with dozens of wine tables in each half. Nearly 100 tables are full, but there are a group of men and women holding each other.

Naturally, men come to ask for flowers and willows, while women come from the brothel. However, unlike song Yan's imagination, these women are more conservative in their dress. They don't show their chest or thighs. In the real world, those women's dress is far from perfect.

In the middle of the hall, there is a wooden ladder leading to the second floor. There is a faint sound of piano and other instruments coming from the upstairs room.

"Do you drink flower wine? Or listen to the music? " Asked the tortoise, bowing.

"What's the difference between the two?" Song Yan asked curiously.

The Tortoise replied: "drinking flower wine is just like in the hall. Let the girls in our building eat and drink with you. The drinks are free. Ordinary girls have one or two silver coins at a time and two silver coins at a time with good looks. If you want to stay overnight, the cost will be calculated separately.As for listening to music, you have to go to the box upstairs. One box is fifty Liang silver. If you are interested in the girl who performs music for you and want to spend the night, you have to add fifty Liang. "

Song Yan nodded, "where is the third floor?"

Guigong explained: "the third floor is the first floor of our Tianxiang building. If you want to enter the third floor, you have to pay ten liang of silver for entering the building. There are nine first floors in our Tianxiang building. Every day, they will put up a question in front of the door. Only when you answer the question can you be qualified to be the first lady in the house."

"What if you can't answer it?" Song Yan asked.

Guigong smiled: "you are the kind of talented person, how can you not answer? However, if the childe disdains to answer questions, he can pay another one hundred Liang and enter the first-class room. "

"You will do business. Take me to the third floor!" Song Yan takes out two ingots of silver and throws it to Guigong.

Suddenly, Guigong's eyes flashed. The two ingots of silver were at least 1782. Apart from the entrance fee of 12liang, the remaining 782 were half of his share in the building, which could be at least 30liang of silver. For a while, he became more enthusiastic: "young man, please!"

All the way to the third floor, song Yan saw nine rooms.

However, there have been three rooms whose signs have been removed. Obviously, those three rooms have already had guests first.

In front of the other six rooms, there is a title board, or a poem written according to the title, or a couplet, or a riddle.

Song Yan is interested in it. He has browsed all the topics on six brands.

"Childe, this room is the Huakui Su Niang in our building. Unfortunately, her problem is too difficult. So far, she hasn't been admitted!" Guigong pointed to the biggest room and said.

Song Yan looked up and saw that Hua Kui's title was a couplet. The first couplet was: overlapping mountains, green mountains and heavy mountains.

But he said in his mouth, "can you go in even if you give a hundred liang of silver?"

Tortoise Justice: "the vegetable Niang and her eight first cards are different, only answers the question correctly to be able to enter."

"I see."

Song Yan nodded. He had learned a lot, but it was not difficult to get out of the couplet. Just then, a young man dressed as a childe came down to the third floor with the support of two servants and a middle-aged scholar.

"Mr. Wang, it's up to you whether my son can become the first guest of Huakui tonight!" The young man said to the middle-aged scholar eagerly.

The middle-aged scholar smiled proudly: "don't worry, Mr. Zhou. What the students are good at is pairing up. Tonight, you are guaranteed to be the guest of honor of Huakui!"

[author's extras]: sanguine