The man in white paused for a moment, turned around gracefully, and asked, "Master, are you calling me?"

The sun is shining brightly, and when it enters the eyes, the eyes are like stars, the eyebrows are like black, the long and narrow eyes are full of water, the high bridge of the nose is three-dimensional and profound, and the thin lips are as delicate as roses.

The white clothes fluttered, making the facial features more exquisite and perfect. Unexpectedly, what he saw in front of him was a beautiful beauty with flowers blooming, a car with a car, and a coffin with the lid open.

Murong Qianqian was stunned, and only four words came to her mind, fairy sister.

"Sir, are you calling me?" The man in white stretched out his slender hand and waved it in front of Murong Qianqian's eyes.

Murong Qianqian came back to her senses immediately, wiped away the drool on the floor with her sleeves, and said politely: "I want to ask my beautiful sister, how to get to Hualou?"

"Huh?" The fairy sister frowned.

Murong Qianqian thought that the other party didn't understand what a flower building was, "It's the kind of place where many beautiful women live and many men visit.

Everyone drinks there, sings, recites poems and composes poems, and then... and all sorts of things, anyway, they are just so happy ~ you know." After that, he gave me a wink.

After hearing this, the fairy sister frowned even more tightly and moved her eyes up and down, "Where are you going, Master?"

As soon as she folded her fan, Murong Qianqian quickly explained: "Beauty sister, don't get me wrong, I'm just curious about what Hualou looks like, I'm not a womanizer."

"Sir, there is a flower building behind you!" The fairy sister twitched her brows and pointed forward with her slender green onion-like fingers.

Murong Qianqian turned back in the direction of her finger. There was indeed a tall building standing in front of her, with colorful ribbons fluttering and resplendent, but there were three big characters "Fireworks Pavilion" written on it.

It turns out that this "Fireworks Pavilion" is Qinglou, but I didn't expect it to have such a poetic and picturesque name. This shows that men are doing beastly things under the guise of beauty.

Murong Qianqian thanked her, raised her head, straightened her chest and retracted her abdomen, and made a swaggering gesture as she walked towards the Fireworks Pavilion, just as a young boy walked by in a hurry.

"Master, Master, wait for me, slave." The young man walked directly towards the fairy sister.

"..." Murong Qianqian stumbled and fell onto her back.

Young Master?

That fairy sister with her long, moon-like and shy flowers, who is like a fish and a geese, is actually a boy! She is a boy!

Xiang Mo hurriedly stepped forward and just helped her up when clear laughter came from behind.

"Young Master, you are too excited, you just entered a brothel. Or, how about I accompany you tonight." Fairy Sister~ Oh, no, the voice of the young master in white was slightly teasing.

Murong Qianqian's feet went weak and she almost fell down again. She hurriedly said: "No need, no need!" and ran away in despair.

Fireworks Pavilion is as its name suggests.

Luxurious arrangements, dreamy decorations, and petals flying in all directions, just like a rain of roses.

On the stage, a graceful woman wearing a gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wings dances gracefully, like a light butterfly in the flowers.

Countless men, old or young, handsome or ugly, poor or rich, each holding a woman in their hands but staring at other women.

With the sound of silk and bamboo, singing and dancing, it is even more luxurious than a bar in the 21st century.
Chapter completed!