a hundred times

In the seventh year of Qinghe, it is planned to be safe.

In the bustling capital of Dacheng, a ten-mile long street runs through the central axis.At the end of the long street, a tributary of the moat meanders in, and the lights on the riverside are always bright, and the buildings are full of red sleeves.In the depths of the decline, strings and bamboos are frequently heard, and the fragrance is intoxicating. Even if the family and the country are broken, it will not prevent the princes, grandsons and nobles from looking for flowers and asking willows, and performing romantic anecdotes of talented scholars and beautiful ladies.

Amid all the sensuality, the busiest brothel should be Chaomu Pavilion.

There are many beauties in troubled times, and the girl Chunfeng from Chaomu Pavilion is famous far and wide. She is recognized as the number one oiran in the city of Lian'an today, so she can naturally be regarded as a beauties.

Countless people held gold, silver and jade objects and begged her to look forward, look back, and spend a lot of money just to smile for her.Fortunately, Chunfeng is a real beauty and a real prostitute. Since she is rich, why doesn't she laugh?As long as the price is high enough, she never begrudges her smile, anyway, every time she purses her lips, stares at her eyes, or flicks her sleeves, there is always a smile in every movement.

She is good at making money with her body.

She likes money, and she likes money even more when offered by men she's smitten with.

Today is a ten-day holiday, and there will be many more nobles in the Chaomu Hall as usual.

There are rumors in the market that when she enters the Tianzi Hall in the morning and enters the spring breeze in the evening, she laughs that there are as many ministers under her skirt as crucian carp crossing the river.Chunfeng has never minded the rumors about her being true—for this reason, she is willing to spend an hour tracing her beautiful face in front of the bronze mirror, and under the service of the maid, she will bring pearls, emeralds, walking shoes, and new thin clothes. Dressed in silk red, enchanting and colorful, doing what an oiran should do.

She believed that she could seduce everyone, and it was like this every day. Men were always easy to catch in front of her.

She did not expect that today would be an exception.

When the man entered the gate, Chunfeng was playing the piano on the high platform in the middle of the hall.As before, she enjoys seducing men with everything she has, including the sound of the piano, which is winding and lingering, with a coquettish posture that makes it almost impossible to look away.

just almost.

Something was wrong, she found that at some point, people's eyes had left her body, they stopped talking about government affairs and alien races, and the whole hall fell silent.

She soon found out why.

—Because this man walked in.

The visitor was very young, perhaps he should be considered a teenager.It's just that her demeanor is cold, and everyone can feel the sense of repelling others thousands of miles away on her body. She is extremely arrogant, without the slightest juvenile playfulness.

He is a man.

However, the word "man" seems to insult his appearance - it should be noted that even the number one oiran playing the piano on the stage is not half as beautiful as his eyebrows.Although he is beautiful, he has no powdery air, because at first glance, he makes people feel otherworldly, isolated and indifferent, almost like molded from ice and snow.

If it weren't for the black clothes, it would make people think that it was a fairy descending from the earth.

The old bustard is usually the most tactful person, guarding the gate, she likes to lean on her body when she sees everyone, and with a flick of her shampa, she asks everyone in a charming voice, which girl the guest officer wants.But now, as if he was afraid of offending the guest officer, he was stunned for a long time, and he showed a rare honesty: "My lord, are you here to drink or have fun...Which girl do you like?"

The young man looked around, quickly found the target, and answered with only one word: "Her."

The sound is like pearls and jade, rolling through people's hearts.

Chunfeng felt that her body was slowly returning to softness from the stiffness, but she still didn't dare to look at the man's almost shocking handsomeness, and reluctantly smiled softly: "The price of a concubine is not low." She has never forgotten that she is the number one oiran identity of.

The man nodded slightly, and threw a stack of gold leaves on the low table: "Enough?"

There was still a little doubt in the clear and pleasant voice, and he looked at the boss with black eyes, and asked seriously.He had never been to a brothel, so naturally he didn't know the price of the brothel.

Rao even the bustard couldn't resist such stunning looks, her heart seemed to soften, and she said repeatedly: "Enough is enough, please, my lord, the Chenxiang Pavilion in the backyard has just been cleaned, and it is the cleanest." The maid who was staring blankly at others said, "I haven't led the way yet."

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Chunfeng thought he always welcomed men, especially men who came to have fun in brothels.

Now she finds out that's not the case.

The water vapor is dense, Biluochun, the tea is clear, and the aroma is pleasant.

Chunfeng smiled, and pushed the celadon cup over with his well-preserved slender hands: "I still don't know what the son's name is?"

"Zhou Chuze."

"Oh?" Chunfeng threw out a gentle eye pupil calmly, Gu Pan was tender like water, and the tip of her pink tongue was hidden behind the white teeth, seducing people ignorantly, "So it's Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Chuze did not miss the beautiful scenery on the opposite side, and he also bought this kind of beauty with gold leaves.However, he just watched, and the coldness between his brows didn't decrease a bit.

"The devil's charm is useless to me." He said inexplicably.

The gentle expression on Chunfeng's face froze for a moment. If the bronze mirror was in front of her, she would understand that she was not as beautiful as she imagined.

At least in front of this man.

"Young Master Zhou knows a lot, and you came to find Chunfeng, presumably it's because of something like that?"

"Ask someone."

Chunfeng said: "Young master, I'm sure I know?"

Zhou Chuze didn't answer. He had been laughing and forgetting his life these years, and he talked less and less—people who talked less were generally unwilling to answer unnecessary questions.

Chunfeng soon found out that she had said something stupid. If she hadn't expected her to know, why did this fairy-like person step into such a filthy place like a brothel?What's more, since he can see through his seductive tricks at a glance, and he speaks bluntly about the Demon Sect, he probably already knows his identity as a spy.

There is no airtight wall in the world.

And this wall is the easiest to leak in the brothel.Chunfeng smiled and leaned on the brothel, although she was willing to degenerate, she enjoyed it, but she never forgot her mission for a day—she was unparalleled in her charm, and in the past three years, as many men's bodies as she had taken refuge in, she had learned the secrets of many dynasties .

Chunfeng smiled again, but this time the smile was not glamorous, and even a little serious: "I don't know who the young master wants to know?"

"Zhou Suiyun."

The last trace of Chunfeng's smile finally froze.

Zhou Suiyun, this name once shocked the world, and even influenced the fate of the dynasty—everyone in the world knows it.

Although the visitor had already reported his life, she still wanted to ask this question again.

"The son's surname is Zhou?"

Zhou Chuze replied, "My surname is Zhou."

Chunfeng was silent for a moment, and said: "The Demon Cult comes from a foreign race, and it is incompatible with Zhou Suiyun. I don't know the relationship between the young master and the Marshal?"

Zhou Chuze only said: "The person who knows a person best is often his enemy." His surname is Zhou, so naturally he would not be Zhou Suiyun's enemy, but for the Demon Cult, the former Generalissimo of the World's Soldiers and Horses was indeed their closest enemy. A mortal enemy who wants to get rid of it quickly.

Chunfeng had already corrected his posture at some point: "What do you want to know, my lord?"

"whereabouts."

Since Zhou Suiyun is not dead, where is he all these years?I am afraid that the emperor also wants to know the answer to this question.

Chunfeng sneered: "My lord thought I would say it? I just asked, so I won't forget my surname Zhou in a blink of an eye."

Zhou Chuze said: "If you don't say anything, you will die."

Chunfeng snorted coldly, and said bluntly: "In troubled times, how many people are afraid of death? I do this line of work, so naturally I don't expect to live long. Life is destined to be short, so I dare not forget to have fun day and night."

Zhou Chuze said, "If you don't tell me, it's not that I want you to die."

"Oh? Then who wants the concubine's life?"

Zhou Chuze's dark eyes were filled with coldness, and his voice was even colder: "Ye Zhuchen."

As soon as the words were finished, I saw Chunfeng's complexion changed drastically - there are not many people in the world who can say this name. Could it be that this stunningly handsome man in front of him was actually sent by the leader?

Countless thoughts came to her mind for a while, her face changed several times, and finally she looked at Zhou Chuze with a complicated expression: "Who are you?"