The dusk falls, like golden sand, soft and bright, spreading over the small misty town, bringing a hazy beauty to the town.
It is now the spring plowing season, and people in the small town are very busy. Many people have worked for a day, carrying heavy farm tools and dragging their tired bodies home. In addition to farmers, the streets of this small town are also full of people.
There are people of all kinds from other three religions and nine streams.
Vendors carried burdens and hawked along the street, selling everything. There were also some stall owners selling vegetables and snacks on the street who were also shouting at the top of their lungs, as if they wanted to compete with those vendors to see who had the loudest voice.
It can be seen from the street scene that this is a peaceful and peaceful town.
Among the crowds of carriages and horses, a carriage made of elm wood, painted with red paint and engraved with squares and hollows was mixed in. There was a man and a woman sitting in the carriage. They were touching each other, talking and laughing.
These two people were Zhao Zheng and Zihua who were planning to go to Baiku Valley. They were passing through this place and planned to stay and rest for one night before setting off early tomorrow.
After picking and choosing for a while, she also inquired with the local residents. Zihua chose the largest inn and drove the carriage in. She loved money and enjoyment, and she was never willing to endure hardships along the way. She had to live in a hotel.
Yes, you must eat well, and all expenses must be paid by the employer.
Sometimes, Zhao Zheng would have the misconception that he was not his employer, but Zi Hua was the employer, and he had to serve this aunt all the way. Although he was bullied by Zi Hua many times along the way, he always cared for her and did not take it seriously at all.
Being bullied by beautiful women is also a great pleasure.
The two chose two nearby upper rooms, then had dinner and went back to their rooms to rest.
Before leaving, Zihua stopped Zhao Zheng and said in a half-command tone: "I have been traveling for the past two days, sleeping in the open air, and being exhausted. I want to have a good rest. If I don't go out tomorrow, don't come and disturb me without permission.
Do you hear me?"
"I heard it, my aunt." Zhao Zheng said with a bitter smile.
"It's good to hear it, little Zhaozi." Zihua smiled, this temporary nickname was like calling a servant at home.
The two of them parted ways and went back to their houses. After Zhao Zheng took a shower, he opened the dungeon as usual and dived in to start hard training.
On the other hand, Zihua did the same thing after returning to the house and meditated until nightfall.
Zihua twisted her head and looked out the window. Since there was no lamp, the room was dark. With her excellent eyesight, she could see through the dark fog-like night and distinguish the faint moonlight falling on the window lattice paper.
It's getting late and the time has come.
Zihua stood up, sat on the edge of the bed, and stuffed a pair of jade feet wearing white stockings into black boots. She got out of bed and walked to the table. She lit the oil lamp with a fire stick, and the light was like a bean, and the room suddenly became bright.
. She untied the package, took out a men's black coat and placed it on the table. Then she took out a men's hairband and several masculine accessories.
She started to dress herself up in front of the bronze mirror on the table, and skillfully dressed herself up as a man. She put on men's clothes and tied up her hair.
But this is just pretending to be a man. Anyone who is not blind can see that she is a daughter.
She didn't care about being discovered by others, as long as she dressed like a man, this would save her a lot of unnecessary trouble. She took off the thirty-two-section keel whip placed on the bedside and put it into the package.
It was carried on the back. From the perspective of others, it was just a bulging package, and it was impossible to tell what was inside.
After putting on men's clothing, she seemed to have become a different person. She was no longer the charming female bodyguard. She took a good look at herself in the bronze mirror, and also made some masculine postures, which made her laugh.
Smiling to myself.
Zihua pushed open the window, flew out, and hooked the window with her toes. After she flew away, the window closed naturally.
The seventh-level Heavenly Warriors have long internal energy and extremely abundant buoyancy in their bodies. After using Qinggong, it is almost like flying. They only land once a long distance away, and then fly again as soon as a dragonfly touches the water.
Relying on her superb Qinggong, Zihua's exquisite body blended into the night background, as if it did not exist, swaying gently with the night wind.
With Zihua's ability, she was very good at hiding her figure, but two miles behind her, there was a figure that was hidden deeper. After she jumped out of the inn, she immediately chased after her with malicious intent.
He was tall and thick, with a bucket-like waist big enough to fit three Zihua. He was none other than Wei Dali, who had been quietly following Zihua and Zhao Zheng all the way.
Seeing Zi Huan leave the inn, Wei Dali certainly couldn't let Zi Huan escape, but he had an order and couldn't take action for the time being. Apart from following him, he couldn't act rashly today.
Zihua was inferior in strength and her hearing was not that sensitive. She didn't know that an extremely dangerous person was always following behind her, so she walked forward in the air in a daze. She towered over the buildings that stood shoulder to shoulder, her beautiful eyes moving, searching.
A lively place with bright lights.
The only places that are very lively in the middle of the night are the fireworks and willow alleys.
This kind of place is always easy to find. Zihua walked in the air and soon found a lively street. The street was decorated with lights and colorful lights, people were coming and going, and there were also the sounds of birds and warblers. There were many women wearing thin clothes.
, either on the street, or standing upstairs, beckoning passers-by to come in and enjoy themselves.
"This is it." Zihua's eyes showed firmness, and she fell from the sky like a thin black feather.
She swaggered around a corner and walked into the Fireworks Willow Alley. No one noticed her at first, but soon someone set their eyes on her. There are two main types of people who pay attention to her. One is
Men, they saw at a glance that Zi Huan was a woman disguised as a man, and found it interesting. They were also attracted by Zi Huan's stunning beauty, thinking that it would be difficult to choose a more beautiful woman than her in the entire Fireworks Willow Alley; the other group paid attention to Zi Huan.
The other ones are the girls and madams from the brothel, they all want to attract this special customer.
Zihua regarded those gazes as nothing and was not affected at all, still walking her own path. After walking for a while, she fell in love with a large brothel called "Hehuanfang" and stopped in front of the door.
When the madam in charge of soliciting customers saw this, she immediately came over with a smile on her face. She originally wanted to greet Ziya, but she had difficulty in addressing her, so she hesitated and said: "This young lady... is still a young master..."
"Just call me Mr. Hua." Zihua smiled lightly. After she tied up her hair, she had a masculine look and a unique sense of beauty.
"It turns out Mr. Hua has arrived. I'm sorry to welcome you from afar. I'm sorry to say that I'm rude. Please come in quickly. I'll have someone serve you with good wine, good food, and a good girl." The old bustard confirmed the title and knew who this guest was.
She has determined her own gender, and since the guests regard her as a man, she can just treat her as a male guest. When doing business with an open door, the key is to be tactful.
Zihua stepped in and looked around. The lobby was really lively. Most of the banquet tables were occupied. The men and women here were eating, drinking, and occasionally talking about love and making provocative moves.
So unhappy.
The madam followed beside him, smiling and asking Zihua what she needed, what food and drink she wanted, and what kind of girl she wanted to accompany her. Zihua asked the madam to open a quiet room, and then asked a new girl to come over.
She also emphasized that it is better to be a girl who is sold by others, rather than a girl who actively wants to sell her appearance. As for the beauty, she has no requirements.
The madam didn't know what Zi Hua wanted, so she nodded in agreement, took her upstairs, found a room, and asked her to wait there.
Zihua sat in the house and drank alone for a while. Not long after, the madam brought over a girl with an average appearance, claiming that the girl was called Xiaoyun, and asked Zihua if she was satisfied. Zihua followed her to the brothel to have fun.
The male guests were different, they were not here to enjoy themselves, and they didn't care about the girl's beauty, so they kept the mediocre-looking girl Xiaoyun.
When Xiao Yun saw that Zi Huan's appearance was so gorgeous, it was not even comparable to that of the top prostitute in a brothel, and it was a world of difference compared with him. He suddenly felt ashamed and didn't know how to deal with himself.
Zihua smiled. In terms of age, she could be regarded as the sister of this girl Xiaoyun. She patted the chair next to her and asked Xiaoyun to sit next to her. She said softly: "Sister, please relax a little. Let's
Let’s chat first.”
"Sister... no, Mr. Hua, what do you want to talk about?" Xiaoyun called her by the wrong name for a moment, and was so frightened that she quickly changed her words.
"You can just call me sister, don't worry too much about the title. Let's talk about how you came to this brothel first."
"Why are you talking about this?"
"I'm just curious. Just say so."
"Since you want to hear this, let me tell you, but this is not a happy topic." Xiaoyun sighed and recounted the process of living in a brothel. Speaking of which, she was really pitiful.
She was sold here by her husband. Her husband was addicted to gambling. He lost a lot of money in gambling and was unable to repay her, so he had to sell her to a brothel for a few dozen taels of silver.
After hearing this, Zihua caressed Xiaoyun's head a few times to express sympathy, but she was not angry at Xiaoyun's husband's actions. It was not that she was numb, but that this kind of fact was too much. She was living in a brothel.
Most of the women have similar experiences.
"Sister Xiaoyun, are you willing to stay here and serve this man?" Zihua asked softly.
"What are you talking about, sister? I used to be a woman who abided by women's ethics. How could I be willing to stay in a place like this and do such despicable things?" Xiaoyun asked bitterly.
"Since you don't want to stay here, do you want to leave here?"
"Of course I have, but my deed of sale is in the hands of the brothel, and it cannot be redeemed without more than a hundred taels of silver."
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