Zhangtai Street in Xianyang City is a fireworks willow alley. Since ancient times, there has been a saying of "walking through Zhangtai", and I was standing at the door of the largest brothel on Zhangtai Street.

In ancient times, prostitution was a legal profession. Coming from the 21st century, I am a little curious and a little scared about this industry that is impossible to see in modern times.

I remember reading some time-traveling articles before, in which the heroine often disguised herself as a woman and visited a brothel. It was a time-travel trip to ancient times. I had never seen a brothel, so my trip was in vain.

However, this is a place of right and wrong after all. What should we do if we meet a bad person?

Just when I was hesitant and hesitant, a weight fell on my shoulders. Without turning around, my first reaction was to meet Xu Duyan. In this Xianyang city, there would be no other person patting me on the shoulder like this except him.

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Turning around, I saw that it was indeed him, and he was wearing a crimson robe today, with a black gemstone belt around his waist, and a pink plum blossom embroidered on the hem. Originally a piece of clothing that looked very rustic, but

Being worn by him brings out a different flavor, gorgeous but not vulgar, I can only comment like this.

"What, do you want to go in?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at me, his eyes a little playful.

"No." I quickly shook my head and refused to admit it. It was my private matter to go in and visit, so why should I tell him!

What's more, nothing good will happen every time you meet him.

"You still don't admit it, I've been watching you for a while. You are really different, you actually want to come in here, come on, I will take you in." Xu Duyan pulled me into the brothel regardless of my protest.

As soon as they entered the gate, a group of warblers and swallows surrounded them, each one shouting "Mr. Xu" in a very disgusting manner. It seems that this poisonous Xu is a frequent visitor here.

The sharp-tongued man took me all the way to the Flower Hall on the second floor. The furnishings here are more luxurious than the lobby, with jade-rimmed tables, wine sets made of jade, and plates of exquisite and unique fruit plates. No need to guess that this must be a luxury private room.

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"Mr. Xu, long time no see, Cuihua misses you so much!" A woman dressed like a madam rushed towards Xu Duyan as soon as she entered the private room.

"Mother Cui, don't bother, hurry up and get on Shancai." Xu Duyu raised his arm to stop the madam, but Mother Cui still refused to give up, so she turned around and reached out to touch my face, saying: "Where did this little guy come from?

Young Master, your skin is smooth and tender, you are really handsome."

I hated it when someone touched me like this, so I hid aside, raised my hand to touch my face, glanced at the madam, and remained silent.

"Hey, she doesn't like this, go and call some servants to come up." Xu Duyu said with a smile.

The old madam straightened up, looked me up and down, with a look of regret on his face, and sighed: "What kind of world is this? There are more and more people working as waiters these days, and our women's rice bowl is getting more and more bad.

La!" She shook her head and exited.

But I don’t know why. I only heard that there are young waiters in brothels who are not prostitutes, but I don’t know what this waiter is referring to.

In the blink of an eye, a woman wearing an emerald green skirt leaned against the railing and smiled, looking at Xu Yannian affectionately, and said: "Mr. Xu, after such a long absence, I must have forgotten my shirt."

Her words seemed resentful and hopeful, and coupled with her shy and timid expression, her eyes were as charming as autumn water.

I know the women in this brothel quite well, but I'm afraid I'll never be able to learn this expression in my lifetime.

Xu Duyan raised his hand and took the beauty who had walked beside him into his arms. I turned my head away knowingly, only to hear the beauty's low and sweet laughter. At this time, the wine and food had been served, and the old bustard was leading a group of people in a hurry.

People also walked in.

Behind the madam were a group of boys. They stood in a row in the room. They all looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. They were all beautiful, with eyebrows like the color of distant mountains, lips like peach blossoms in March, and dressed in red, orange, yellow and green.

Blue and purple plain clothes.
Chapter completed!