As dusk begins to fall, music and songs are everywhere, and the lights are bright.

After getting off the chariot and passing through the wealthy and prosperous city of Zhiquan Street, Youmeng is dressed in the golden clothes and stands outside a pavilion with carved beams and painted buildings.

"Xiefanglou..." She squinted her eyes and looked up at the plaque at the door, "That's it?"

Fangding, who introduced her to the house, said with a promise: "This is the one that the young Prince Jianying visited the most, and he can't make a mistake."

Youmeng had never visited brothels, but knew that her uncle Ji Ying often loved to linger in the fireworks, so she spent money to ask someone for inquiries and finally found this place.

She gave the reward and sent the Fangding to leave. She walked in alone. A group of women in cool clothes and beautiful makeup suddenly surged up at the door.

"Uncle! Come in and have fun!"

"Is this man here the first time? I'm looking at such a beautiful and decent life, why don't you come with me!"

"No, you'd better follow me!"

They spoke softly and pulled her diligently, but she was awkward and indifferently used the handle of the folding fan.

Youmeng wanders leisurely in the hall, and the love songs of the whispering of the bells linger in her ears. She swayed the folding fan and looked around. There were guests looking for joy everywhere in the building. Sometimes, a drunk man was supported by his pink head, talking nonsense with his mouth full of mouth, playing around with his hands on the beauty, and passing by was a luxury.

Those girls in red and green walked through it, constantly glaring at her when they passed by. In their eyes, the noble young man-like Youmeng could not be seen as a woman dressed as a man, but she stood there in a beautiful manner, but she was a piece of good raw meat.

She asked the runners to take a message to the madam. Not long after, a middle-aged woman with colorful steps came up quickly with coquettish steps, and asked her with a smile like a flower: "You are Mr. Chu, aren't you?"

Youmeng raised her head proudly and tried to show a man's tone: "That's right, I'll tell you what I'm doing..."

A few days ago, she had someone send a large deposit to get someone money and eliminate disasters. The madam smiled and said, "Young Master, I have already picked the treasure you want for you. Please follow me upstairs to inspect the goods."

As he said that, he spread his hands and invited Youmeng to walk towards the stairs.

When I was up the stairs, Youmeng looked downstairs with nothing to do. On the stage in the center of the hall, the dancers waved their cloud sleeves and danced the most popular dance in Luoyang City. The woman leading the dance had a beautiful black hair that grew to her ankles, her hair tied to her red silk, and her back was really fascinating. Other dancers whirled around her, like a blooming peonies, and she was the flower core.

Well, the dance posture is beautiful, but I definitely look better than hers.

Youmeng muttered in her heart that she was still very confident in her dancing skills.

"Mom Wang, I paid so much money, don't deal with me." Youmeng turned his agile thoughts and followed the madam on the stairs while looking at her with a slanting eyes, "I don't want it, a vulgar fan."

"Young Master, don't worry, I promise that you can't find anything better than this when you search the Qinlou Chu Pavilion in Luoyang!" The madam not only smiled flatteringly, but also unconsciously used her fleshy hand with her fingers raised with orchids to hold the silk, and gently rubbed Youmeng's shoulders, "Save you satisfied!"

Youmeng discomfortably brushed away her hand with the handle of the fan, and subconsciously dusted a few times, feeling despised her so much that she felt so despised.

The madam was embarrassed by her awkward reaction. She glanced at her in disappointment, thinking that she was still serious when she was here, man, haha.

But because she was the God of Wealth, the madam still held back and still greeted the crowd with a smile. She took Youmeng outside a guest room on the third floor.

"It's inside." She waved at Youmeng with a smile, "Come on, look at me, young master."

Youmeng walked over and the madam pushed open the door. There was a faint fragrance of flowers. Youmeng opened the bead curtain with the fan handle and leaned in. The room was spacious, with many precious calligraphy and paintings hanging inside, and exquisite porcelain vases were placed.

She walked around the round carved partition door and saw a woman in front of a screen wearing a red skirt with a shiny cloud-edged look, standing there with her head down.
Chapter completed!