The two argued about Zhou Mo for a long time, but Zhou Mo himself had no idea.
After he left the teahouse as a matter of course, he tried to get rid of the secret guard who was following him secretly. However, after trying several times, the two people seemed to be inseparable from behind him.
In desperation, Zhou Mo had to find another way - shopping.
He seemed to be walking aimlessly on the street. Whenever he saw an old shop, he would go in and have a look, chat with the shopkeeper, or buy some small things.
The sky gradually darkened, and the lights of Qinlou Chu Pavilion gradually lit up in the night sky. Zhou Mo asked a passerby: "Where is the best brothel here?"
The man pointed out: "Go to the end of this street and there are two strings of red lanterns hanging there."
"Thank you." Zhou Mo thanked him and walked forward.
After walking for less than two-quarters of an hour, a three-story wooden building suddenly appeared in front of us. Two strings of red lanterns hung from the third floor to the first floor, reflecting an ambiguous color. From a distance, we could hear the singing of warblers.
Zhou Mo folded his fan and stepped forward. The madam greeted him enthusiastically. Just as he was about to speak, he handed out a silver coin and said, "Call the most beautiful and well-served girls in your building over here."
The old madam smiled brightly, waved her handkerchief and shouted: "Come here, take this man up to the third floor so that he can greet you nicely."
Zhou Mo followed the girl who led the way upstairs. After a while, two women entered the room. He hugged him from left to right, like a seasoned veteran: "What do you know?"
The two of them smiled sweetly and answered that in addition to playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, they also had some secret skills in the house.
Zhou Mo hooked their chins frivolously: "It's so awesome, I'll show it to you later."
The two girls leaned on him like boneless snakes: "Don't worry, sir, we sisters will definitely make you happy and forget about Shu."
Zhou Mo smiled with satisfaction, poured wine and fed each other with them. After playing for a while, he asked one of them to play the piano, and with the long music of the piano, he rubbed his ears and temples with the other one, and rolled on the bed in the blink of an eye.
The gauze curtain was lowered, and the girl stripped naked, wrapped her white arms around his neck, and shouted in a cooing voice: "Master, let me serve you."
Zhou Mo avoided her red lips, touched a piece of silver and gave it to her, lowering his voice and commanding: "Brief."
The girl was stunned: "Ah?"
Zhou Mo's face was slightly cold, and his eyes were clear: "What do you call me when you do that kind of thing on weekdays? How do you call me now?"
The girl was embarrassed: "But we didn't do anything."
Zhou Mo added another piece of silver.
The girl took the clothes and held it in her hands, humming softly.
Zhou Mo moved back and forth on the bed, creating the illusion that he was doing something, but he kept his ears straight up to listen to what was going on outside.
Outside the window, the two secret guards who had been following him all day were indifferent at first. Two quarters of an hour later, they looked at each other and touched their flat bellies.
Half an hour later, a secret guard moved his position and said quietly: "Master Zhou is in really good health."
Another secret guard was convinced.
After another quarter of an hour, the secret guard who spoke held his stomach and said seriously: "I don't think Mr. Zhou can finish it for a while, why don't we go get something to eat first?"
His companion thought for a moment: "You go first, I will keep an eye on you and come back as soon as possible."
"good!"
The secret guard disappeared into the night. Zhou Mo in the room curled his lips and whispered something to the moaning girl.
Her face froze at first, then she ran to the window and begged in a tearful voice: "Mr. Zhou, please let me go, my family is really in trouble..."
The secret guard's attention was briefly attracted. In just a few breaths, Zhou Mo's figure flickered and the candle flame flickered. When he came back to his senses, he had disappeared without a trace.
The girl pretended to be pulled back by her waist, shut the window and continued to make imaginative screams.
Zhou Mo left the brothel in a big way and went to the deserted tavern next door. The secret guards outside knew nothing about it.