Just by hearing the voice, he could tell that the man was not too old, that is, he was in his twenties. When he saw Manmiao and Yu Han turning their heads to look at him, he reached out and lifted a little of the curtain, and only half of his chin could be seen.
The fingers he revealed when he lifted the curtain were fair and slender, and judging from his chin, his skin color was a bit paler than that of Manmei.
You know, Manmei attaches great importance to self-care. She always buys various skin care products at home when she has nothing to do. Her skin color can be said to be similar to the fair skin color of celebrity Fan Bingbing. This man is actually at least 2 shades fairer than her.
She was so white that Manmiao wished she could switch skins with him. A man's skin color was enough to make women envy, envy, and hate him.
The beautiful maid walked out first, opened the curtain of the carriage, and the coachman put down the footstool. Only then did the man come out with his pipa in his arms, half-hiding his face, and shouted a lot.
He was more valuable than his mother's oiran, so Manmei gave him a special seal of "sissy" in her heart.
The first thing that came out was a pair of snow-white leather boots. There were many golden dragon patterns embroidered on the boot shaft, which looked very noble. When Manmei and Yu Han saw the boots, they looked at each other quickly and both frowned.
Eyebrow.
Ancient times are not modern. You can wear whatever color and style you like. This kind of gold and pattern cannot be used casually by ordinary people. Everyone thinks that the occasional gold jewelry is acceptable, but directly use gold to embroider dragon patterns.
, if you are not a royal relative, you are waiting to have your family confiscated and your entire family exterminated.
Manmiao's face twitched, and when she saw the man appearing, she pretended to look over with a blank expression, trying to see if the man looked like the sissy she expected.
Manmiao herself had some subjective and malicious intentions. Upon closer inspection, she found that although this man was not strong, he was not the kind of sickly person who would collapse upon hearing the news. His skin was really pale and bloodless, which made his image worse.
Some discounts, to be fair, this man is pretty good looking.
He is about 175 to 180cm tall, not too short. He is wearing a snow-white robe with many elegant patterns embroidered with gold thread. He does not look like a nouveau riche. He has a very light temperament and looks like he is everything.
The feeling of being light and breezy is not as elegant and gentle as Jiang Shang's, but he still has his own style.
After he got out of the car, he looked up and down Manmei with a smile, and then said, "I wonder if you would like to go with Shan?"
This person named Shan was talking to Manmiao. Manmiao just pretended to be a man and wanted to see if she could sneak in. She showed it right away. She nodded and smiled, "It is better to obey than to be respectful. Thank you Mr. Shan for inviting me."
The two of them talked completely ignoring Yu Han.
Manmiao never felt that she needed Jiang Shang's permission to visit the brothel. If Jiang Shang was not satisfied, I could just go back to the inn. At worst, I would sell the inn and change places. When Lan Ting got rid of his emperor's nephew, she could wear it herself.
Now that the emperor has ascended the throne, maybe he can be given some compensation to rebuild the inn.
The man surnamed Shan stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Master, please."
After saying that, he chuckled as if he suddenly remembered it and said, "Excuse me for being rude, but I don't know your surname? It's easy to call him after you get in."
Manmiao took a step back and followed his example and made a gesture of invitation, "My surname is Man, Mr. Shan, please."
The man surnamed Shan did not refuse and walked in front. She lagged behind and did not take a step. She secretly tugged on the sleeve of Yu Han who was standing aside and asked in a low voice, "Have you brought any money?"
Yu Han's eyes almost popped out, "What do you want to do?!"
Manmei stretched out her hand and kept moving her fingers, making a gesture of asking for money, "You still have to ask? I came in a hurry and forgot to bring money. I don't have any money. What if I am detained later? Lend it to me first.
In case of emergency, I will return it to you when I go back."
With a constipated expression on his face, Yu Han took out a few banknotes and gave them to her.
She didn't look at the amount. She expected that what Yu Han took out wouldn't be a small number. She held it in her hand. From the corner of her eye, she saw Shan standing politely at the door waiting for her. She clearly saw her hand holding the banknote.
, but didn’t say anything, and even his expression didn’t change. Seeing that she was following him, he continued to step across the threshold.
Manmei saw a young boy who looked like a boy leading the way at the door. Judging from his appearance and figure, he was probably fifteen or sixteen years old. He looked quite handsome, and thought of the ancient people who always had the good idea of dividing the peach and the dragon.
, thinking that this brothel has a wide range of business, catering to both men and women, the younger ones are the ducks, the older ones are the nursing homes, there is no waste at all.
When she stepped into the threshold, she subconsciously looked up. Tingfeng Tower was an unexpected name, better than the common vulgar names such as Yihong Cuilu Tower.
As I walked and looked around, I realized that even though it was said to be a brothel, there was indeed a large and eye-catching sign at the door, but the interior was decorated like a wealthy family's private residence, with a lot of thought put into it.
Each small courtyard is far apart, and occasionally the sound of a few musical instruments floats into the wind and reaches the ears. Along the way, the nose is filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the only sound is the rustling of the leaves in the evening breeze, creating a very peaceful atmosphere.
It was completely different from the bustling crowd she had imagined before, with a small building filled with all kinds of fat-headed, drunkards. It must be said that this design was very clever, taking advantage of the fact that people's flowers were not as fragrant as wild flowers.
With the idea that a wife is worse than a concubine, and a concubine is worse than a thief, when a guest walks in, it feels like having an affair with a noble lady from a good family.
When I remembered it, I looked back and realized, Oh! Yu Han is gone!
Only a few guards and maids brought by Shan were behind them. The two maids she brought also followed timidly, but Yu Han disappeared.
Your sister's legs are so big. At this time, you should watch me order them. If this guy named Shan is a personal trafficker, I will tell you here!
Thinking like this, I subconsciously glanced at the man surnamed Shan who was walking in front. He seemed to be in really bad health. He was wearing thick brocade clothes, and there was a vague feeling that there was thin cotton inside. At this time of year, it was very hot.
You've got heat stroke, and you're not like Deng Yanshuo who stays in the ice cellar all day long. Are you here for the f*cking winter?
Xiao was like this, so he had to bite the bullet and go on, thinking to himself, Yu Han knew that he was here, and Jiang Shang and Qin Qifeng would definitely know it soon, and then he would have a headache.
Suddenly, one and two were big. Just as they were thinking about how to deal with it, they felt Shan suddenly stop. Fortunately, she stopped in time, otherwise she would have hit her.
"Didn't Mr. Man say that he wanted to come and see Xiao Dengke? Why does he seem to be worried?" The man named Shan spoke slowly and leisurely, not like Jiang Shang's gentleness, but rather as if he was too short of energy to speak loudly and simply.
However, his demeanor is very calm, and the tone and speed of his speech fit perfectly with his whole person.
Before Manmei could reply, she heard him cough twice, and thought to herself, you are like a tuberculosis ghost. After all, you have recovered your health and then went to the brothel to find flowers and ask Liu Sa. Now like this, I really want to die under the peonies and become a ghost. It's a romantic mark.
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He sighed and said, "I was really looking forward to meeting the oiran, but I felt that some people are not as famous as meeting them, so I felt uneasy."
Mr. Shan first put his hand in a fist to his lips and coughed a few times, then said with a smile, "Maybe it's better to be famous than to meet in person? Mr. Man, why do you think things are so pessimistic? Since you are here with great interest, why don't you give me a hug?
It’s good to have expectations, maybe there will be surprises?”
Manmiao always felt that there was something in his words, but she thought that she had never met him before, and as an innkeeper's wife, she couldn't have any interest in him, let alone get in his way. What did he mean by that?
While my brain was still trying to figure out what he meant, I heard a burst of footsteps.
I turned my head and wiped it! Not only Yu Han, who had disappeared just now, was here, but Jiang Shang and Qin Qifeng were not left behind either.
Jiang Shang hurriedly walked over and cupped his hands to the man named Shan, "Jiang Shang has met His Highness Shan."
It turned out to be a prince. Judging from his attire, he was either a prince or a crown prince or a prince. It seemed that he was right.
The man surnamed Shan also said hello to him, and took the initiative to say a few words to Qin Qifeng. They were all members of the royal family. Qin Qifeng was older than the man surnamed Shan, so it was the man surnamed Shan who took the initiative to speak to him.
Manmiao noticed that Qin Qifeng's eyes were about to burst into flames when he stared at her, and his face was extremely ugly. She disapproved of it in her heart. You are too damn lenient. Is it none of your business that I go to a brothel?
Her expression showed her attitude, which was revealed without concealment. His Highness Shan watched their silent performance with great interest. Jiang Shang had to come out to smooth things over, "Your Highness Shan, please."
Manmiao walked to the back, continued to talk to Yu Han, and asked in a low voice, "What is the name of the person named Shan? Which country is your highness?"
Yu Han frowned helplessly, shut his mouth tightly, and signaled her with his eyes that everyone present here is skilled and can hear it, so don't be embarrassed. He curled his lips gracefully, but the maid brought by Shan was very
A clever man with almond-shaped eyes and a melon-seed face took the initiative to step forward and whispered, "Master, my surname is Shan, and my given name is Boyuan. He has been granted the title of Prince An, and is the sixth prince of the Shan Kingdom."
Manmei smiled and thanked her, thinking that she had made enough fools of herself anyway, so she didn't care about this anymore.
Qin Qifeng's face was as dark as a pot helmet. He walked in front and turned around to glare at her several times. He was so graceful that he didn't even bother to look at him. He was just asking for it. He was too lazy to worry about it.
A few people were walking talking and laughing, and soon they saw a small independent courtyard, decorated like the boudoir of our lady. Manmei remembered that in the Hua family, she saw that the boudoir of Miss Huafu before she got married was similar to this.
The layout is beautiful, but the young lady is a concubine and is not favored. The courtyard does not look as gorgeous and elegant as this one.
When she walked in, the maid at the door was slightly stunned for a moment when she saw Manmei dressed in men's clothing. She soon took her seat with a decent smile and served her tea.
With her status, she was naturally at the bottom. When she entered, she discovered that it turned out to be a semicircular fan-shaped building, and the rooms were specially designed.
A note to readers:
I'm used to getting stuck in writing. Now I force myself to write 6,000 words every day. Alas, it's troublesome to write an outline that is not detailed. I will definitely write a very detailed outline for my next book.
