Why are we all afraid of social death? This involves a rule in the inner city. The inner city is different from the outer city. The latter does not have a curfew.

As for the former, because the residents are all decent people, for the safety of the dignitaries, no one can be seen on the street after the drumming at dusk.

As we all know, Jiaofangsi works at night.

This means that going to Jiaofangsi is not just about inquiring about information, you also have to stay there.

This is why Xu Pingzhi objects to Xu Qi'an going to Jiaofangsi. He is a young and energetic guy. If he stays in Jiaofangsi, who can resist being teased by a girl?

Therefore, whoever goes to Jiaofangsi has to go to whoring.

And the three men here are all people:

A gentleman is willing to bid farewell to the past.

Xu Qi'an doesn't want to check the fence.

The beloved wife of the Gu family, Xu Pingzhi.

The three of them all knew one thing clearly in their hearts. Even if there was a reason for the incident, prostitution is just prostitution, and this fact cannot be changed.

Although I have never been a prostitute in my previous life, I can imagine the embarrassment of going to a prostitute and then being called by the police to inform my parents... I simply don’t want to live anymore... Xu Qian is sitting upright with a serious face.

Some interesting anecdotes about brothels came to mind. One time while listening to music, Mr. Wang raised a topic: an official from the imperial court went to a brothel to sleep with girls. As a result, he met his own son while having tea.

The father and son share the same acupuncture point, and the situation is very embarrassing.

The next day, the news spread throughout the official circles of the capital and became a joke. Even the head of the Wang family heard about it from Magistrate Zhu.

For this era that attaches great importance to the Three Cardinal Guidelines, Five Constant Rules and reputation, the occurrence of this kind of thing is an unbearable burden.

Xu Qi'an looked at Xu Ershu and Xu Erlang, and the picture involuntarily appeared in his mind:

Xu New Year: "Hey, dad, you're here too. Today I'll give this girl to you, but tomorrow she'll be yours."

Uncle Xu: "Go away, who is me? I'll sleep first."

Xu Qian: "You all stand down, I will go up alone."

I shudder just thinking about it... Xu Qian coughed: "Jiaofangsi has put it aside in advance and we will continue to inquire about the information. After all, Jiaofangsi does not have to go, and we are not sure whether we can really find out from Fuxiang Oiran.

Favorable news.

"Sit down again the day after tomorrow to summarize the information. If there is no additional gain, we will consider going to the Jiaofang Division."

Hearing what he said, Xu Erlang and Xu Ershu's attitude immediately improved and they nodded one after another.

Xu Qian'an thought, I'd better make a sacrifice and go to Jiaofangsi tomorrow night.

.....

At noon the next day, Xu Qian took leave and returned to the Xu Mansion. The Xu Mansion, which used to be quite lively, was much cooler.

The maid and the old woman took away half of it, leaving the concierge Lao Zhang and a few servants to take care of it. Uncle Xu and Erlang Xu were away and did not return.

Xu Qi'an went to the inner courtyard with ease, pushed open Xu Erlang's room, rummaged through the boxes and found the moon-white Confucian shirt, made of precious fabrics and embroidered with cloud patterns of the same color.

He took off his detective uniform and put on the most decent clothes for his little brother. Hanging from his belt was a jade pendant of relatively good quality.

Xu Qian stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked at his current appearance.

It's okay... It's just that my skin is too masculine and I can't wear the handsome beauty of a puppy... If I was the beauty in my previous life, I would be able to control this kind of clothes...

.At present, this skin is lacking some sense of substitution...Xu Qi smoothed the wrinkles on his chest and left with satisfaction.

The structure of Dafeng Jingcheng can be summarized by the word "matryoshka", which are the palace city, the imperial city, the inner city, and the outer city.

Compared to the outer city, which has a large population and a mixed bag of good and bad, Xu Qian understands the inner city as the CBD area in his previous life, where only wealthy people can live.

In this era, those who can live in the inner city are those with status and status.

It is worth mentioning that my aunt has always wanted to sell her property in the outer city and move to the inner city.

Unfortunately, having a nephew who eats gold makes my aunt yearn for the inner city, but she has no chance to live there.

From Xu's Mansion to the gate of the inner city, it would take three or four hours on foot based on Xu Qian's current pace.

He hired a carriage and arrived at the nearest gate of the inner city an hour later. He took out the certificate he had prepared and passed the customs smoothly.

The soldiers guarding the city carefully checked the carriage and saw that Xu Qi'an did not carry any large luggage. They could not hide their disappointment.

Because this means that Xu Qian is not doing business in the inner city, so he cannot collect the city gate tax.

.....

The streets in the inner city are wide and criss-crossed. Beautiful houses surrounded by green trees are built on the main roads, and various courtyards are distributed on non-main roads.

Whether it is the urban construction, the dressing of pedestrians, or the number of horse-drawn carriages on the streets, they are far better than those in the outer city.

"When you have time, you must bring Miss Lingyue to the inner city. The level of prosperity is not the same as that of the outer city." Xu Qian raised the curtains of the car and looked at the prosperous scene. Xu Lingyue's pretty appearance came to mind.

He didn't go to Jiaofangsi immediately. It was still early and the seafood merchants didn't work during the day.

After paying the money to rent the carriage, Xu Qian wandered aimlessly on the street.

Not long after, Xu Qian came to a market and looked up at the archway at the street entrance: Yongkang Street!

This street is so spacious that Xu Qi'an has never seen before. It is two hundred meters wide, with bluestone slabs forming a flat ground, extending to the end of the sight.

There are shops and houses on both sides, row upon row, ten carriages walking side by side without any pressure, and pedestrians are bustling.

Wherever there is a street, it is clearly a large square.

Standing under the archway, Xu Qian looked at this scene and was sincerely shocked.

"Yongkang Street is one of the main streets in the capital. My second uncle said it was very big, but I didn't expect it to be this big." Xu Qian muttered inwardly.

There is a reason why the main road is so spacious. When the emperor or royal family members go out, there will be guards to clear the place in advance.

The width of two hundred meters makes most of the current military crossbows and fire guns useless.

Even if there are assassins who want to hide in the buildings on both sides to shoot cold arrows, seeing this distance, they can only helplessly leave the keyboard with their hands and type 666.

Xu Qian was running around Yongkang Street like a wild dog, but because of the limited budget in his pocket, he held back on shopping.

Suddenly, a luxurious carriage attracted Xu Qian's attention, blinding his titanium alloy eyes.

It was a carriage pulled by four strong horses, with a curved dome crown painted with silver and gold, bright yellow satin hanging from the windows, and below it was a rug used to cover the floating dust, wrapped in clear white jade.

There is a circle of neatly arranged gold nails nailed on the side of the wheel, and the hub is also covered with jade.

The real connotation is the material of the carriage, golden nanmu used exclusively by the royal family.

"I estimate that if I work hard all my life, I won't be able to afford a wheel..." Xu Qian thought sadly, as if he had found the same mood as when he was a social animal in his previous life.

This luxurious carriage was parked on the side of the road, and a line of soldiers wearing black armor and holding long guns stood guard beside the carriage. Interestingly, another line of soldiers was actually playing a pot-throwing game.

The stall owner was an old Taoist priest wearing a torn Taoist robe. His gray hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and his hair was messy.

There are copper coins, silver ingots, gold ingots, Taoist scriptures, bodhi bracelets, jade mirrors...all kinds of miscellaneous things on the stall.

Leaving aside other things, just because the gold and silver ingots were placed on the stall without being snatched away, this is not an easy feat... Xu Qi'an stopped and watched.

He watched for a while and understood how the game was played. The thrower was thirty steps away from the porcelain pot, blindfolded, turned his back, and shot a total of three arrows.

If one of the arrows hits, you can get the third echelon item, which is some gold, silver, and jade. If all three arrows hit, you can choose any first echelon item.

There are only two items in the first echelon: Bodhi bracelet and jade mirror.

"Missed again, shameful!"

"Go away, it's my turn."

The soldiers took turns throwing pots, but all failed, and the pile of broken silver in front of the old Taoist kept getting higher and higher.

After the fifteen soldiers experienced another round of failure, Xu Qian noticed that the curtains of the carriage moved. A soldier standing by the window lowered his head to listen and walked towards the stall owner.

"Old Tao, my master said that for sixty taels of gold, I can buy everything on your stall." The soldier walked up to Old Tao and said loudly.

Is this because the pot was missed and the money was paid...Xu Qi'an stood not far away, watching this scene.

Faced with the temptation of sixty taels of gold, the old Taoist priest shook his head and said, "Rules are just rules."

The soldier suddenly tensed up and stared at the old man for a moment, then suddenly turned around and returned to the carriage to report.

After a few seconds, the owner of the carriage recalled the soldiers and prepared to leave.

Xu Qi'an took the opportunity to step forward, came to Old Dao, and asked: "Old Dao, how much does it cost to play once?"

The old Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged on the ground raised his head, glanced at him, and handed over three arrows: "One penny."

Xu Qian took the arrow and smiled, feeling that he had a chance to win.

Throwing a pot from thirty steps away is not very difficult for a warrior in the refinement realm. But with your back turned and blindfolded, it is almost impossible to hit.

The eyes are the most important part of the five senses. Losing eyesight will reduce the warrior's touch and increase the difficulty of hitting.

Whether you can hit the shot or not depends entirely on your face.

Xu Qian's face was ugly, but he had absolute confidence because he had not picked up any money for several days in a row.

Is it because I will come to the inner city and encounter this pot-throwing game, so my luck will be accumulated automatically?

If I can hit the mark, all the gold and silver ingots will be mine... Hey, the life of the European Emperor is so simple and boring... Xu Qian walked thirty steps away, turned around, covered his eyes with a black cloth,

Throw it back casually.

"Dong dong dong..."

The three arrows entered the pot almost at the same time, regardless of order.

The passers-by around him made exclamations of surprise, and the uproar attracted him. Just as he was about to leave the carriage, a soft and pleasant voice floated out of the carriage window:

"parking!"

ps: I have a business trip tomorrow. Hey, I don’t really want to go out. After all, the epidemic has not completely ended, so I am a little timid. But in order to have a meal, I can only bite the bullet and fly.
Chapter completed!