Chu Heng sneered, "Yesterday you said that the princess might really like Mu Youche and wanted me to help them. Why don't you dare to say anything today?"
You Shun hurriedly kowtowed, "Your Majesty, this slave is talking nonsense, and this slave deserves to die."
Chu Heng propped himself up, with a gloomy expression on his handsome face, "Has Yue'er left the villa?"
You Shun nodded, "I dressed up in disguise, left Zhuangzi and went to Zhuque Street."
Chu Heng raised his eyebrows, "Very good."
Zhuque Street is full of people coming and going and there are many shops.
There are vendors selling goods along the street, men, women and children, very lively.
Chunfeng Restaurant is not the biggest restaurant, but it is the one with the most delicious wine.
It is actually a comprehensive restaurant that integrates accommodation, catering and entertainment. It has luxurious rooms for people to live and rest, as well as a variety of delicacies and hundreds of fine wines. What attracts the most men are those wearing thin clothes.
Dancers with extraordinary dancing skills and first-class singing voices.
They are a little more pure than the girls in the brothel, and a little more seductive and charming than ordinary women. Moreover, all of them are prostitutes rather than prostitutes. Only those who are particularly in love with them and can afford a lot of money will commit themselves to them.
Married, but her social status is higher than that of a woman in a brothel after she is ransomed.
Moreover, all of them have rich dowries, and there are even beautiful men who go there every day to support him, just to get a red card and are willing to stay and fly together, redeem themselves, and then marry him with money.
From now on, he will be able to rise to prominence and gain something for nothing.
Chu Yue despises such a man the most. It's just a soft meal. It's too much to beg for a soft meal.
Nowadays, a famous lute player named Li Qiuniang who is good at talking about pipa is being pestered by a scholar.
The scholar's name was Zhou An. He had a distinguished appearance and fair skin. He was a typical weak scholar who could not lift his hands or resist his shoulders. However, the bookish air between his eyebrows gave him a bit of charm.
He didn't pester her shamelessly, but he came every day to support her, and occasionally wrote lyrics to praise Li Qiuniang, and he didn't focus on praising her alone.
The more this happens, the easier it is to attract women's attention.
Now that Zhou An is sitting in the lobby listening to music again, his watery peach blossom eyes staring at the two graceful girls playing the piano and pipa behind the gauze on the second floor.
