Quick Wear: Inferiority is the best dowry for men

But since this is the capital, there are naturally many brothels...

There are brothels and also places like Nanfengguan.

When He Sheng passed by, his feet had their own ideas and turned straight in to let her open her eyes.

The location of Nanfeng Pavilion is quite quiet in a bustling city. You have to walk about ten meters into the main street to see the entrance.

The three characters "Nanfeng Pavilion" written in a flamboyant style are hung on it.

Compared to the brothel, this place seemed deserted. As soon as He Sheng stepped in, four or five brothels surrounded her. Although they smelled of perfume, it was not strong and not disgusting. Although they surrounded her, they did not hug her arms or waist all at once.

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They all look pretty.

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He Sheng waited for the person in charge to come out and talk to him.

"Is this your first time here?" A man walked down slowly from the second floor. He had a bright red peony hairpin on his ear that didn't look tacky. His amorous fox eyes moved over her.

"What kind do you like? We have some strong ones and some petite ones. Take a look at them all."

"What's the name of your top performer here?" He Sheng spoke frankly, she just wanted to see how good-looking the top performer could be.

He rolled his eyes, seeming to find it boring, "Qingfeng, I'm looking for you."

A man in light blue clothes walked out from the door on the second floor. His face was as clear as if it was carefully carved, his eyes were as cold as stars, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, revealing a bit of alienation.

"Qingfeng sells his art but not his body." He said lightly.

"Then can you sing or play the piano?" He Sheng thought that he didn't look like the kind of person who would humble himself to serve others.

"Play the piano."

The man who had spoken to He Sheng earlier walked up to her and held out his hand, "One ounce of gold for a song of Qing Feng."

"Tsk, it's quite expensive."

"Of course. Qingfeng is the top star after all."

But He Sheng was not short of gold, so he took out a gold ingot from his storage ring and threw it to him, "Open a private room, I want to hear whether Qingfeng's song is worth so much."

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After entering the room, Qingfeng didn't say a word. He first silently made tea for her, then sat in front of her and began to tune the strings of the guitar.

He Sheng held his chin up and looked at him. No matter what the beauty did, it was pleasing to the eye.

"Are you and the other guests as boring as this?"

He paused, "Qingfeng is not good at speaking."

"Then how did you become the top star?" Providing emotional value should also be within his scope of service.

"He has a nice skin."

He Sheng stroked his chin and looked at his face carefully. Indeed, with this face and the environment, he looked like a nobleman in distress, unwilling to accept but helpless, and had to succumb to his fate.

"What would you like to listen to, sir? Qingfeng knows a thing or two about most of the songs."

"Whatever." She didn't know what music there was in this world, and her original intention was not to listen to music.

Qingfeng sat down and began to play the piano. He Sheng felt that his ability to become the top performer had a lot to do with his piano skills. From this perspective, he seemed more like a noble who had fallen on hard times.

After the song was over, He Sheng asked him, "How did you get here?"

"I grew up in Nanfeng Pavilion."

He Sheng was puzzled, "Growing up here since childhood gave you this kind of personality?"

He looked in a dull mood, as if nothing could arouse his interest.

"Daddy... never forced me to receive customers."

He Sheng lowered his head and took a sip of tea. No wonder.

"Then have you... learned those things?" He Sheng stared into his eyes. She didn't believe that he hadn't learned them. Since he was in Nanfeng Pavilion, he might not know those things even if he didn't receive any customers.

"I have learned it." His frank answer made He Sheng's hesitating and dirty answer seem.

He Sheng came up to him and asked, "Can you show me your study textbooks?"

She didn't mean anything else, she was just curious and wanted to see what the difference was between what men learned and what she learned.

As a member of the Hehuan Sect, this is called exchanging techniques with fellow disciples!

Qingfeng couldn't handle this. He had never heard of such a request in all these years.

After a while, he managed to utter, "...Not for loan."

He Sheng looked away with regret. What a pity. "Keep playing. When you finish, the deal is over."

"Ah."

The piano sounded pleasant, but He Sheng’s appreciation level was not very high, and he felt drowsy halfway through listening.

After the song, He Sheng yawned and said, "Forget it, don't play it anymore, let's stop here."

"Are you dissatisfied, sir?"

"No, I just don't want to stay here anymore."

"Take care." He stood up and saw He Sheng off.

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After wandering around for a long time, we managed to get back home before it got completely dark.

There was also a blank piece of paper on Cui Wuji's desk. "Can't find anything?"

"...Yes. This person seemed to appear out of thin air."

"Forget it. It's normal that we can't find anyone from the upper realm." Cui Wuji rubbed his eyebrows and waved his hand to let An Yi leave. He just didn't feel safe hiring people without information.

But now he has nowhere to go...

He Xiaocao? That's an interesting name.

"By the way, my Lord, she went to Nanfeng Pavilion today."

Cui Wuji raised his eyelids and asked, "What did you do?"

"I ordered Qing Feng, listened to two songs and came back."

"Like someone like Qingfeng?" Cui Wuji leaned back in his chair. "Since she likes it, send it to her. Just think of it as... a deposit from me."

"This..." An hesitated, "Qingfeng has been training for many years..."

"Am I the master or are you the master?" Cui Wuji asked back.

An Yi knew that this was a sign of his anger and that he had overstepped the line.

"I've kept him for so many years, but I haven't gotten any useful information out of him. Giving Qingfeng to her can be considered useful. Go ahead and do it."

"Yes."

"Wait, you're on guard tonight?"

"Yes, I am with An San."

"Tonight will not be peaceful." He said firmly.

"My subordinate understands."

"Let's go."

Cui Wuji sighed, "This fate of mine... is really not easy to take."

He Sheng slept relatively soundly in the first half of the night, but the second half was not peaceful.

People were stepping on the beams one after another, and it was hard for her to ignore the sound. The "da da da" sound was like a death sentence.

The direction seems to be towards Cui Wuzhi's room.

He Sheng understood that it was pitiful for the other person to have to work overtime in the middle of the night as a worker, but it was even more pitiful that she couldn't sleep.

This group of people probably didn't know that there was someone living in this room, so they didn't stop at all. He Sheng couldn't stand it anymore.

He picked up his sword and walked out, catching up with them.

Finally, they stopped outside Cui Wu Ji's bedroom. The irritated He Sheng knocked out one person after another. This group of people was definitely here to assassinate Cui Wu Ji. Her boss could not die for the time being. She would wait until their cooperation was over and if these people came to kill her again, she would not care.

The assassins fell into the yard one by one like dumplings, but they didn't notice He Sheng before she took action. It was like a ghost. Forty people came, and soon forty people were lying in the yard.

An Yi and An San, who were on duty at night, didn't know how to react when they saw this scene.

He Sheng's movements were so fast that before the two of them were about to make any move, she had already knocked out many people. Her moves were quick and accurate.