Daming Super Daddy

"Oh, why are your legs so sore?" Zhu Huixun felt aggrieved as he touched his short legs.

"This leg is as if it's not yours!" Zhu Zhanji didn't expect that this seemingly simple movement is really hard to do.

Zhu Biying didn't complain much, but her stubbornness was written all over her little face.

"In the future, the few of you... By the way, call Shang Yue'er together, you practice zama step every day, when you can hold a stick of incense, if it's okay, uncle will teach you the next thing!"

"Ah, a stick of incense!" Zhu Huixun's face was a little embarrassing, almost wrinkled.

"What's the matter, don't you want to?" Zhu Song frowned and put on a straight face.

"Yes, yes!" Zhu Zhanji grabbed Zhu Huixun and nodded to Zhu Song.

Does he know this uncle's temper, don't plead for mercy at that time, but drag himself into the water instead, the original one will change by one hour, then they will be the unlucky ones.

"Your Highness, His Royal Highness King Gu sent someone to send a greeting card, and invite you to dinner tonight!"

While Zhu Song was supervising the little guys' strides, Liu Changsheng walked into the yard with a post in his hand.

"It's Liu Changshi, what's the matter?" Zhu Song took the post from Liu Changsheng, flipped through it, and said, "Drunk and full of Piaoxianglou, this little brother, my king, is quite good at picking places!"

Zuiman Piaoxianglou is the best brothel in Nanjing and even in the nearest few mansions. The guests in it are all big spenders. In the eyes of these guests, money is king, and spending a lot of money is nothing routine.

"Your Highness, the people from the Gu Palace are still waiting outside the mansion, how should I return him?" Liu Changsheng asked.

"Drunken and fragrant..."

To be honest, Zhu Song was a little hesitant. According to their plan, they originally planned to contact Zhu Bing, but before they could make a move, Zhu Bing invited him to drink flower wine in a high-profile way. What exactly does this guy want?

Seeing that Zhu Song was in a daze, Liu Changsheng asked, "Your Highness..."

"Oh, you go and tell him, the king will go!" Zhu Song came back to his senses and explained.

Anyway, Zhu Wei didn't know that Zhu Song was on Zhu Di's side, so he decided to go to the appointment anyway, and happened to take Zhang Fu to get in touch with this little brother Huang.

……

When Xu Miaojin and Song Minglin got up, Zhu Song introduced the little girl Zhu Biying to them.

Taking advantage of the fact that the weather wasn't too hot in the morning, Zhu Song led a group of little followers for a stroll around Nanjing City.

At three o'clock in the evening, Zhu Song took Zhang Fu out of Han Wang's mansion and went straight to Zuiman Piaoxiang Tower.

On the carriage, Zhang Fu sat upright, even his body was tense.

Zhu Song looked awkward, and said to him: "Wen Bi, relax, this is not forcing you to go to the battlefield, why do you act like you are going to fight for your life?"

Zhang Fu grinned with an ugly smile, and said: "Your Highness, I have lived for more than 20 years, but I have never visited a brothel! If the elders in the family find out, I will definitely be stripped of my skin." !"

Although Zhang Fu's father, Zhang Yu, is dead, there are still many elders in their Zhang family, and the Zhang family's family style is extremely strict, if they are found out, they will really be reprimanded.

"Hey, it's not as exaggerated as you said!" Zhu Song patted Zhang Fu on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "We're not really going to visit the Women's Branch this time, as long as you hold on, women's sex is nothing ?”

Perhaps Zhu Song's words had an effect, and Zhang Fu's tense state relaxed.

"Your Highness, at noon today, I read the information sent by Commander Mu. It seems that Li Jinglong also goes to Drunken Man Piaoxiang to eat flower wine every day."

Zhu Song nodded and said: "Li Jinglong is a lustful evil spirit who is afraid of death all day long. It would be strange if he didn't go to the brothel!"

"Then tell me, will you bump into Li Jinglong in the Drunken Fragrance Tower tonight?"

Zhu Song pondered for a while and said, "Nine out of ten chances."

"Shall we take this opportunity to test him out?" Zhang Fuying said with a frown.

Zhu Song waved his hand and said, "It's not appropriate to try it now, after all, the layout of Jinyiwei has not been completed yet, if you try it rashly now, it is very likely that your success will fall short."

Zhang Fu thought for a while, and said, "It's because I'm being rude."

"It doesn't have to be like this, it's all for the sake of Jing Nan, you can't blame me for thinking this way!" Zhu Song waved his hands and said, "It's just that the matter of destroying Nanjing is too important, so don't rush forward!"

Zhang Fu nodded and said: "The lower official understands."

……

The carriage quickly entered the north of Nanjing City. After all, it was at the foot of the imperial city. Don’t look at the turmoil outside Nanjing City and the war is about to break out, but what about inside Nanjing City?

The night market is bustling and even more lively.

North of the city night market, just entering the carriage is like entering a hot rice and flour market. In addition to the brightly lit medicine shops and clothing shops, there are also night food vendors, vendors parading the streets, selling rouge and gouache tooth man...

Seeing this situation, Zhu Song couldn't help sighing, and said: "It is said that 'the wine and meat of the Zhumen stinks, and the roads are frozen to death', I don't think so. A slap can't make a sound, if there are no people who don't know the country, they won't be in the country. An ignorant person, how can the 'rich family' be 'smelly of wine and meat'?"

"What Your Highness said is very true, even the common people are like this, let alone those high-ranking families!" Zhang Fu also agrees with Zhu Song's words, "It is the innocent people who suffer in the war after all!"

Zhu Song nodded unconsciously, as if he had returned to the street market in his previous life in a trance, with bustling people, flashing lights, and shouts one after another.

"His Royal Highness, here we are!"

Just as Zhu Song recalled the past, the carriage stopped, and Huang San's voice sounded.

"Wen Bi, let's go, let's get out of the carriage!" Zhu Song flipped up his robe, and went straight out of the carriage.

After getting out of the carriage, Zhu Song looked up, and the first thing he saw was a large-scale, brightly lit plaque with four gold-plated characters written "Drunk and Fragrance".

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"It's really a gold-selling cave!" Zhu Song looked up at the resplendent gold-plated plaque and sneered.

Standing behind Zhu Song, Zhang Fu looked at the shadowy figures in the drunken Piaoxiang Building through the bright lights, and said:

"Your Highness, to be able to build the Zuiman Piaoxiang Building at the foot of the emperor, and to be able to operate it so prosperously, I'm afraid the owner behind it is not easy!"

"That's true!" Zhu Song frowned slightly, and said, "This king only knows that Zuiman Piaoxianglou seems to be related to our royal family, but he doesn't know anything else."

"like……"

Zhang Fu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but at this time, the turtle slave who was welcoming him at the entrance of the Drunk Piaoxiang Building saw Zhu Song and the two of them, and immediately approached with a shy face under slight astonishment .

"Little Wang Er, I have seen Han Wang Qiansui!" The turtle slave smiled obsequiously, and kowtowed to Zhu Song as he said, "Master Qiansui, it's been a while since you came to our Drunk Piaoxiang Tower. "

For Zhu Song, these turtle slaves, even the girls in Drunken Piaoxiang Building are all familiar.

Because His Royal Highness the King of Han is a frequent visitor of Drunken Piaoxiang Building, he almost spends 800 taels of silver in the building every month.

Of course, Zhu Song's predecessor was not so tasteless. Even though Drunken Man Piaoxiang Building belongs to a brothel, except for those who sell their bodies, almost half of the girls in the building are only performing arts and not selling themselves.

In the city of Nanjing, those literati, princes and ministers who think they are elegant, look down on those brothel girls who only sell their bodies. They like those girls who are good at performing arts and have good looks.