The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

When she came to her senses, Xue Zhiyi discovered that Huo Wuyou had been staring at her for an unknown period of time.

Realizing that something was wrong with Xue Zhiyi, Huo Wuyou asked her, "What's wrong with you?"

Xue Zhiyi quickly concealed the strangeness in his eyes: "It's okay, let's go to the brothel."

"What?" Huo Wuyou suspected that he didn't hear clearly, and saw Xue Zhiyi got out of the car and walked towards Chunfeng Tower in a dignified manner.

Huo Wuyou could only follow with a puzzled look on his face. Yan Gui looked at him as if he wanted to say something but still could only catch up quickly.

At the entrance of Chunfeng Tower, the women soliciting business saw someone coming and hurriedly leaned forward to greet him: "Sir! Please come in!"

There were two women almost hanging on Xue Zhiyi, but she was still calm. However, Huo Wuyou was not so calm. Those girls rushed over, pulling his clothes and touching his chin. Although he was uncomfortable, he could not hit the girls, so he could only tense his body and retreat step by step.

Yan Gui had probably never seen such a scene before, and he scolded her a few times in a fierce voice before he managed to drive away Hua Niang who was about to climb onto his neck and kiss him.

Seeing Huo Wuyou being entangled, he was about to draw his sword, but was stopped by Huo Wuyou: "Yan Gui, don't mess around."

Hearing this, Yan Gui could only suppress his hand that was ready to draw his sword.

Xue Zhiyi almost laughed out loud when she saw this. It was a rare occasion to see Huo Wuyou in such an awkward situation, and the gloom in her heart dissipated a lot.

She took out two small ingots of silver and gave one to the two prostitutes hanging on her. The two happily took the reward and got down from her.

He threw the purse to the group of Hua Niang who were teasing Huo Wuyou and said, "We will go and have fun on our own. Don't scare him."

She had spent several years in this world of pleasure, and now she had become quite skilled in imitating those playboys.

Several prostitutes were so amused by Huo Wuyou's youthful appearance that they chattered and divided the money among themselves. They did not forget to flirt with him before leaving.

Huo Wuyou finally breathed a sigh of relief after these people were finally dispersed.

His ears were red at the moment, and he couldn't help but complain to Xue Zhiyi: "Is this the place you should be? What kind of girl would go to a brothel?"

The two walked in together. Xue Zhiyi looked at him and said with a smile, "As a well-known playboy in Huajing, shouldn't Marquis Lin'an be a frequent visitor to places like this? Why are you so awkward?"

Huo Wuyou looked around alertly to make sure no one would get close to him. He tutted, "Don't talk nonsense. Our Huo family has very strict education."

He counted on his fingers: "There are gambling, horse racing, cricket fighting, wealth competition, drinking and listening to songs. There are so many ways to play. Who told you that you can only visit prostitutes?"

Xue Zhiyi listened, raised his eyebrows, and did not comment.

In her previous life, she had indeed never seen Huo Wuyou in Chunfeng Tower.

Huo Wuyou suddenly said, "Do you care whether I am a virgin?"

“……” Xue Zhiyi was speechless.

At this moment, Huo Wuyou was looking at her with expectation.

Xue Zhiyi said indifferently: "It's just a casual question. My Lord, you care too much."

It was afternoon now, and there were only a few tables of guests. In the deserted hall, on the stage, a woman in red was dancing tenderly and gracefully to the sound of orchestra.

The waiter took the three of them to an empty table and sat them down. Before leaving, he kindly asked them if they wanted to order a flower girl to accompany them.

When Huo Wuyou refused, he was afraid that he would persuade him again, so he ordered their most expensive wine, and finally shut the waiter up.

"You're not really bringing me here to watch people dance, are you?" Huo Wuyou glanced at Xue Zhiyi.

She was staring at the stage intently. "It's a rare opportunity for me to leave the palace. I'd rather have some fun here and relax a little, wouldn't that be nice?"

She said, "Look at this Miss Jinqiao on the stage. She is an excellent dancer and the most beautiful girl in Chunfeng Tower."

"How do you know this? Did Xue Tingsheng come here often in the past?"

The reason she knew this was naturally because Jin Qiao was an old acquaintance of hers. Actually, this Jin Qiao was quite an important figure, and she had suffered a great loss from this person in her previous life.

Xue Zhiyi shook his head: "Xue Tingsheng used to claim to be a gentleman and looked down on women in the entertainment industry."

More than just contempt? In her previous life, she risked her dignity and face to collect evidence to help the Xue family redress his wrongdoings, thus saving him from being the son of a criminal. However, Xue Tingsheng was in a hurry to cut ties with this "uninnocent" woman, fearing that her reputation would tarnish the reputation of the Xue family and the gentlemanly virtues that he was proud of.

However, after all, Xue Tingsheng was just a self-proclaimed gentleman. He was afraid of people's gossip, so he never went to brothels, but he often touched the maids around him behind their backs.

"What about you?" Xue Zhiyi asked him back.

"Me?" Huo Wuyou didn't understand what she meant.

Xue Zhiyi herself was also a little confused. Somehow, she suddenly wanted to ask Huo Wuyou this question: "You seem to dislike this kind of place very much. You don't want the women here to get close to you, but you don't want Yan Gui to be rude to them."

"There is no contradiction between these two things." Huo Wuyou said, "Most of the women here are people with miserable fates and no choice. How bad can they be? Why should we look down on them? That's why I don't want to be associated with those who blaspheme them."

As he spoke, he suddenly tapped Xue Zhiyi's head again: "Have you been with the Xue family's group of old coffins for too long? How come you can't even figure out this kind of question?"

Huo Wuyou seemed to be particularly interested in her head. She brushed his hand away and said, "Let's talk business."

She looked towards the stage and said, "Look at the table closest to the stage."

Huo Wuyou wondered if she had digressed from the topic, but he still looked in that direction as she said.

Sitting at the table was a slightly fat man wearing a bright blue robe embroidered with gold thread, and his greasy eyes never left Jin Qiao from beginning to end.

He had drunk some wine and looked dizzy. Every time Jin Qiao on the stage glanced at him, he clapped his hands excitedly and threw silver ingots onto the stage.

"Dance again! Dance again!" he laughed loudly.

Xue Zhiyi said: "You may not know this person, but you must have heard of him."

She smiled slightly: "He is Jin Qiao's lover, the son of the Dali Temple Minister, and Lan Ying's brother, Tu Lanqin."

Huo Wuyou narrowed his eyes, rested his elbows on the table, and looked at her with his head propped up: "Is this the way you said to overthrow the Dali Temple Minister?"

Xue Zhiyi looked at him and narrowed his eyes: "We don't need to do it ourselves. We only need a trigger to achieve a great effect with little effort."

With a light laugh, Huo Wuyou said, "Then I'll just wait to open my eyes."

But Xue Zhiyi spread his hands and said, "I have run out of money, where is yours?"

Huo Wuyou handed a bag of silver to her.

Immediately, Xue Zhiyi turned his head and looked at Yan Gui, who was distractedly watching Jin Qiao dancing.

Yan Gui was stunned, and then he saw Xue Zhiyi actually handed him the bag of silver: "Yan Gui, please do me a favor."

Yan Gui pointed at his own face, confused: "Me?"

……

After the dance, Tu Lanqin poured a glass of wine down his throat and slammed the table and stood up: "Good dance! Good!"

Jin Qiao smiled, her beautiful eyes seemed to have hooks, hooking away most of Tu Lanqin's soul. She said in a soft voice: "Thank you, Mr. Tu, for your support."

As she spoke, she grabbed Tu Lanqin's hand, jumped lightly from the stage, and fell into Tu Lanqin's arms.

How could Tu Lanqin resist? He put his arm around Jin Qiao's waist and said, "My beauty, I wish I could give you my life!"

But unexpectedly, at this moment, someone said, "One more dance."

Tu Lanqin and Jin Qiao looked at him together and saw that the man was young, handsome and a bit cold. His clothes looked good but not gorgeous. But he gave away an ingot of gold.