The Demon Concubine of God

As the night deepened, the red-light districts and willow alleys began to light up and welcome customers. The largest brothel on Hongchen Street, Yixianglou, had already become bustling. It was not like ordinary brothels where a few beauties stood at the door, holding handkerchiefs to solicit business. As long as the huge colored glass lanterns were lit, there would be an endless stream of regular customers. The beautiful girls of all levels inside would satisfy all kinds of customers and guarantee that the customers would be well paid. Even if you were a heavy bag carrier, you could squeeze out the few copper coins in your pocket by walking through this door.

At this time, a stage for playing the piano and singing music was set up in the hall at the entrance, so that guests could sit at the table and drink tea and negotiate prices while listening to the music. The madam and a few brothels entertained new and old guests, and they were so busy that they wished they had two more mouths.

There were also a few prostitutes dressed in perfumed clothes and dressed in colorful clothes to entertain guests, but they were all veterans who had been doing this for many years, and most of them only served one or two regular customers, including Qingying, who had flirted with Shen Wen yesterday. But she was unlucky today, and the customers she had promised to meet in the past did not come. There were other familiar customers, but they all liked something new and had new lovers, leaving her alone, like a servant serving tea and water, who had been working in vain for most of the day.

She retreated to the corner angrily, twisted her handkerchief and stamped her feet secretly, her blood-red mouth pouted as she wiped it.

At this time, a girl quietly approached and caught her attention. She looked at the girl and asked in confusion: "You? Whose girl are you? Why have I never seen you before?"

The girl said, "Of course she's new." Qingying thought that every one or two days, Yixianglou would train a few new prostitutes or young men from the side yard. She thought that maybe she hadn't paid attention to the movements in the side yard these days, and it might be a new prostitute just released from the side yard. She looked at the new prostitute from head to toe, and couldn't help curling her lips and said, "The two flesh balls on your chest are not as big as peaches, and there is not much flesh on your buttocks. Although you look pretty, it's too plain. Why didn't your mother ask someone to dress you up? Today is your first day out, and you look like this. You are just a third-rate prostitute. I am an experienced sister, and I advise you to let go and go out. While you are still young, you have to accept more than ten or eight customers every day. And! The skills in bed need to be learned from others. Those stinky men are very stuffy and are gentlemen when they are dressed. They are not him when they take off their clothes. They! They like to be dissolute and shameless. Do you remember what your sister said?"

Qingying was a second-rate prostitute when she started, and became a third-rate prostitute when she got older. She is still a kind-hearted woman. When she met such a newcomer who had no experience in the world for the first time, she was willing to speak these things from her heart. It was really very good.

People in this building say that she is middle-aged, but in fact she still has a good foundation and her figure and face are well maintained. It is probably because young prostitutes are replaced quickly, and Qingying has not worked in other brothels and has been receiving customers in Yixianglou. Customers are fickle, and they have become tired of her after many people have tasted her body.

Shen Wen hugged her shoulders and listened to her words. She smiled and agreed before saying, "Sis, you have such a good idea. Why don't you teach me how to dress up? To be honest, I'm not popular with my mother. You see, this is my first time to receive a customer, so I have to dress up nicely. I don't know which sister has the nicest room with nice clothes and rouge and powder. Can you take me to look for it? With your seniority in this building, can you talk to those pretty sisters and ask them to lend it to me for one night?"

When Qingying heard that the girl had such an idea, and when she heard her praising her for her seniority, she became somewhat moved.

Seeing this, Shen Wen started to act coquettishly and praised her with some free nice words, and Qing Ying really agreed to her request.

There were actually not many valuable top prostitutes in the building. Most of them were hidden in the quiet and secluded place in the back garden. The guests they received were all wealthy people who could shake the whole capital. However, there was always a popular top prostitute on the second floor, and a famous courtesan and well-known actors on the third floor. The title of courtesan was not unique to each family. There were those who sold their art but not their bodies, and those who were willing to be high-level guests. Each family was different.

Qingying told Shen Wen about the famous top girls in the alleys of Jiujie Hongchen, and then led her directly to the third floor. She whispered to Shen Wen: "Hey! Let me tell you, when it comes to luxury and taste in food and clothing, it has to be Miss Xifeng on the third floor. Before her family was convicted, she was a fifth-rank official. Now that she has moved in, her luxurious habits at home are still the same. Even if she spends all her money on this, she won't change. Don't you think it's strange? What's more interesting is that those dignitaries like people like her. They all stick to her like bees seeing honey, wishing that they all turned into infatuated seeds. Oh my...tsk tsk!"

They arrived at Miss Xifeng's flower room. Qingying went forward and knocked gently on the door. Soon a smart maid opened the door. Qingying was very polite to the maid, but when she asked to borrow her girl's rouge and powder, the maid's face suddenly darkened, making Qingying's face fall in embarrassment.

But the next moment, a sharp blade was placed on the maid's neck, which frightened the girl so much that she turned pale.

"Be quiet! Go in."

Shen Wen pushed her against the door, then told the frightened Qing Ying to close the door.

Seeing that she was serious, Qing Ying said with a pale face: "Sister...sister, you have to calm down. This is not acceptable between us. If mom and those thugs find out, you will be..."

After hearing this, Xifeng's maid was no longer afraid and snorted sarcastically.

At this moment, Miss Xifeng, who was behind the screen, was startled. She came out gracefully and asked the maid, "What's going on? Who is here?"

When he saw the dagger in Shen Wen's hand, he was so scared that he gasped and almost collapsed on the ground.

Shen Wen took a few quick steps and put the dagger on Xifeng's neck again...

The maid was so frightened that she didn't know what to do.

Shen Wen looked at Xi Feng's beauty and said with a smile, "This face is really nice. A beauty should be matched with the most expensive things in the world. This room is priceless."

She looked at the maid and said, "Go! Tell the mother in your building that I am using your young lady's room. Tell her to find another place to stay. If she doesn't agree, I will scratch her face and make her lose all her underwear as compensation."

The little maid didn't dare to delay and hurried downstairs to find the madam.

Qingying then realized that she seemed to have gotten into trouble again. She only hated herself for not having the ability to escape from the sky and the earth. She had to slip away before her mother came.

"Don't just stand there, dear sister. Come and accompany Miss Xifeng in the room for me... I told you, I'm here to change my clothes. I'll just change my clothes and put on some beautiful makeup and leave."

After Shen Wen finished speaking, he stuffed the dagger in Qing Ying's hand, scaring Qing Ying so much that she almost got burned. The dagger was about to fall to the ground. Shen Wen barely caught it and stuffed it back into her hand. He patted Qing Ying's hand comfortingly and said meaningfully, "Why are you panicking? I'm just an ordinary girl. Who can I kill? At most, this knife will only cut some flesh."

Qingying became even more frightened. She finally experienced it herself, the threat of a dagger hidden in her flesh. For the sake of her own face, she had to do it!

The madam happened to be entertaining a regular customer, a popular top-notch girl named Xifeng. The madam was very fond of this god of wealth and followed him like a madman, wishing she could accompany the customer to the third floor and see him off to the door.

At this time, Huang Li, the maidservant beside Miss Xifeng, ran down in a hurry and was about to run into the arms of the guest. The old procuress scolded the girl repeatedly, pulled her aside, and asked the guest to go upstairs first. Seeing that the guest was not angry but left happily, she whispered to Huang Li: "You little idiot, if you offend the noble, I will peel off your skin... Tell me what's the matter? Is your girl not feeling well again and she is crying that she doesn't want to see you! Go back and tell her that she still thinks she is the daughter of a high-ranking official. If she doesn't know how to appreciate it again, I will sell her to the military camp."

The maid Huangli said hurriedly, "Oh no, mother, it's not my daughter who's causing trouble this time, it's the old woman Qingying on the first floor. She actually brought a fierce woman with her and ran into my daughter's room to show off. You don't know that the fierce woman has a dagger in her hand. Go and take a look. If she scratches my daughter's face by mistake, it will be the end of her."

When the madam heard that this was going to cut off her source of income, she couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh my! What a sin this is!"

She climbed the stairs very quickly, swinging her fat buttocks.