After leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, I walked on the street.
Yan Yan put on the hat on her cloak, and Shen Beizhu's cloak was put on her body, wrapping her so tightly that even her face couldn't be seen with the hat on.
In the past, Yan Yan was always the most showy and wanton one, but now she is in a low mood. Shen Beizhu and Qing Yu have just met again.
The three of them walked on the street, but no one said a word.
Shen Beizhu couldn't see Yan Yan being like this, so he turned away from leading them to Manchun Tower and led them to another street.
It wasn't until he entered the restaurant that the aroma of the dishes hit his nostrils, and Yan Yan raised his head.
It was she who found Shen Beizhu's restaurant - Jiangyun House.
"The saliva chicken here is the signature dish, but there are not many people eating it. It happens to be dinner time, so we will go to the brothel after dinner."
When the waiter saw that it was Shen Shizi, he quickly led him to the private room.
"If you eat less, it means it's not delicious. If it's not delicious, why is it still a signature dish?" Yan Yan finally said.
"It's delicious but also edible. You'll know when the food is served." Shen Beizhu took the guesswork.
After Shen Beizhu specially ordered the saliva chicken specially for Yan Yan, it was served. Qing Yu took a brief sniff and immediately felt the spicy taste in her nose.
After having this dish in the private room, even breathing makes people feel out of breath.
"The chili peppers used to make the chicken here are different from the usual ones. They are particularly spicy." Shen Beizhu said, moving a plate of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes in front of Yan Yan, "It's sweet and spicy. Try it."
Qingyu had already experienced Yan Zi's strange eating methods in Wutou Mountain, but she was still surprised every time she saw them.
Seeing something delicious, Yan Yan finally had a smile on his face again.
When a piece of chicken was put into her mouth, her face turned red visibly.
It's obviously just a fake body, but he eats it so much that sweat breaks out on his forehead.
I tried the brown sugar glutinous rice cake again.
Sweet ones are sweeter, spicy ones are spicier.
Qingyu picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of shredded meat from the saliva chicken and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Ahem—" Qingyu quickly poured tea.
The shredded pork felt like it was burning into the lungs.
He, the great disciple of Qingyun Mountain who has been practicing for more than ten years, almost died under this little piece of flesh today.
"Miss Yan, why don't you eat it?" Qingyu advised.
The spicy taste in his mouth still made it difficult for him to breathe, so he had no choice but to let the waiter bring him a small plate of fine salt and put it in his mouth.
The waiter looked smart when he entered the private room, but when he saw Yan Yan taking a bite of chicken and glutinous rice cake, he was stunned every step of the way when he left.
Yan Yan acted as if he had no sense of taste and even ordered a pot of hot wine.
Qingyu took a small sip of the hot wine under Yan Yan's initiative. Combined with the spicy taste of the shredded pork, her mouth felt like it was going to be rotten.
After this meal, Yan Yan was in a very good mood. Even Taoist priest Qingyu was almost exhausted.
When the few people left Jiangyun Tower, Yan Yan had a strong smell of chili pepper. When the shopkeeper saw that Yan Yan had finished a plate of saliva chicken without changing his expression, he not only exempted several people from paying for their meals, but also asked them to come back next time. eat.
"The shopkeeper is so kind." Qingyu sighed.
"Didn't you notice when we came out? I heard that a guest officer had some saliva chicken, and someone wanted to try it too." Shen Beizhu said with a clear expression, "This is all a way to attract business. "
"Oh——" Qingyu opened her eyes wide, "As expected of Mr. Shen."
"Do you want to do business?" Yan Yan asked casually.
Shen Beizhu shook his head, "I don't know, the situation in Prince Shen's Mansion is not good now."
The emperor is addicted to the elixir of immortality, and he doesn't know whether he will live forever or not. Anyway, his body is getting worse day by day.
Every time there was a change of dynasty, their situation in Prince Shen's Mansion was in dire straits.
When they arrived at Flower Street, it was starting to get dark, and lanterns were hung up in every flower house.
A burst of floral fragrance and the scent of rouge and gouache hit my face.
When they stood in Manchun Tower, the fragrance was even stronger, and Qingyu came closer to talk.
The chili pepper smell on her body is better.
The flower girl's gauze swayed into several people's faces, Qingyu's face turned red and she hid behind Yan Yan.
Yan Yu hid behind Shen Beizhu, so Shen Beizhu carried the favors of several flower girls alone.
When Shen Beizhu took the two of them away from the flower girls to take a breather, Qingyu looked at Shen Beizhu with even more admiration.
"He's the young master from the capital, so I can't tell..." Yan Yan covered Qingyu's ears and muttered without knowing what he was talking about.
Shen Beizhu gritted his teeth, "You two will go out by yourselves later, I won't care about you anymore."
Yan Yao and Qing Yu hurriedly stepped forward, one of them slapped their back and the other pinched their arm.
The atmosphere was finally not as dull as when the few people left the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Shen Beizhu exhaled.
One of these two people said that he was his grandma, and the other said that he was the master of Qingyun Mountain. In the end, there was no difference between him and the two children.
"Why don't you gentlemen go to the room?" A beautiful flower girl stood behind several people, her eyes lingering on Qingyu for a moment.
"We are looking for a girl named Taohong."
Hua Niang paused and said, "I am Tao Hong."
Entering Taohong's wing, Yan Yan wandered around the room without ceremony.
Among the three, Taohong originally cared more about the Taoist priest. After Yan Yan took off his hat, she cared more about Yan Yan.
That face made even their courtesans feel inferior.
"Master Prime Minister?" The pink eyes raised, "Xu Yiyuan?"
Yan Yan opened the window in the side room, and the wind and snow blew into the room. Taohong pulled the shawl on her body, and the maid took a coat and put it on her.
"Girl, our girl has a fragile body. You'd better close the window."
Yan Yan stuck his head out from the window and looked around but didn't seem to hear the maid's voice.
"Get out." Shen Beizhu frowned and looked at the maid with a cold look in his eyes.
How dare a maid from a brothel give orders to Yan Yan?
After all, he was the eldest son of Prince Shen's palace, not a stranger like Yan Yan. The maid bowed her head and turned around obediently to walk out of the wing.
"Stop, come over here." Yan Yan looked away from the window and looked at the maid, waving to her.
Shen Beizhu saw a maid hesitate after hearing Yan Yan's words, and said coldly, "Miss Taohong, if this prince sees this bitch again next time he comes, you and she should get out of Manchun Tower together."
The madam could still tell who to listen to between the heir apparent and an ordinary flower girl.
"Xiaolian." Taohong said solemnly.
The maid named Xiaolian finally walked up to Yan Yan quickly.
The wind and snow hit her face like a knife. Xiaolian dared not speak out even if she was angry.
The girl who followed Shen Shizi to the brothel, Xiaolian thought she was an oiran from somewhere else, but she didn't expect that Shen Shizi valued her so much.
Yan Yan asked Xiaolian: Where was Xu Yiyuan when she disappeared in this room?
"Go back to the girl, the slave girl and Miss Taohong are not in the building."
"Where have you gone?"
Xiaolian lowered her head and said nothing, then turned to look at Taohong.
"You servant girl really has no eyesight. You can't compare to the servants in the prime minister's house." Yan Yan shook his head.
Shen Beizhu said, "She's just a maid in a brothel, how can she compare with the one in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"
After Xiaolian left, Taohong still held on to her clothes tightly.
What she hates most now is that others compare her with the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Seeing Tao Hong's pretentious look, Shen Beizhu felt disdainful.
No wonder Xu Yiyuan only mentioned redeeming herself for her once and then stopped insisting.
With Taohong's status, staying in the backyard can be regarded as a favor to her, but she has such an unrecognizable temperament that taking her into the house is asking for trouble.
"It's so hard to ask a question." Yan Yan tilted his head and sighed, "It's better for Shuangmao and Xiaocui to just ask."
"Xiaolian and I went home that day."
"Whose family? Yours or hers? Do you still have family members?"
"My family has a father and a younger brother."
Taohong's family could no longer afford to raise their children, so they sold Taohong to a brothel.
"Have you seen this painting?" Yan Yan took out the secret play picture from somewhere and unfolded it.
"I've seen it before. It's always been in my room. Then it suddenly disappeared. I didn't even look for the painting."
People were coming and going in the brothel, and the young men from various houses took away the picture of a secret play if they liked it.