The Bandit’s Strategy

[Chapter 99 Someone has packaged the Piaoxiangyuan] Just listen to the small song

There were a lot of people in the night market. There was a turmoil this time. The first reaction of the people was to run outside. In a flash, the flow of people rushed everywhere. The red, green and green snacks on the stalls ate the floor, boiling hot syrup and heat. The oil was also taken over, mixed with screams and exclamations, and the harsh sound of swords colliding.

Zhao Yue hugged Wen Liunian in his arms, and went up to a small three-story building not far away.

The patrol and guards of the royal city are naturally no better than ordinary towns, and here is the most prosperous land boundary, so in only a moment, the imperial forest army and officers and soldiers have all arrived and evacuated the people to a safe area.

"Nothing will happen to the emperor, right?" Wen Liunian was extremely worried.

"I don't know that there are 20 guards around me, plus so many officers and soldiers, nothing will happen." Zhao Yue said, "Besides, the emperor seems to have good skills."

As the two talked, the masked group of people had fallen asleep and was captured soon after.

"Would you like to go over and take a look?" Zhao Yue asked.

Wen Liunian shook his head: "If you can't figure out the situation for a while, it's better not to show up."

After the officers and soldiers took the assassin away, the night market became quiet. If it weren't for a mess, no one would have known that the chaos had just happened. Wen Liunian returned to the residence with Zhao Yue, still can't stop thinking about things just now.

"There are so many people coveting the throne in this world." Zhao Yue handed him a cup of hot tea, "not surprising."

Wen Liunian sighed: "Being an emperor is really tired." Not only is body tired, but heart is even more tired.

"It has nothing to do with you and me." Zhao Yue squeezed his nose, "How sullen."

Wen Liunian leaned in his arms and sighed slightly in his heart.

The more people coveting the throne, the heavier the emperor’s alertness will become, and the easier it will be to kill others by mistake. Since ancient times, no emperor will tolerate the existence of external threats. In this way, I am afraid of the shadow of King Daming. It will not be easily erased in the royal heart.

"I call for some hot water, take a good bath and then rest." Zhao Yue kissed his forehead, "Don't think about it."

Wen Liunian stroked his side face with one hand: "Don't appear in front of the emperor."

Zhao Yue nodded: "Okay."

"It should be fine, but it's better to be careful." Wen Liunian said, "After I enter the palace a few days later, I will check the emperor's tone first."

"I don't want you to be so cautious for me." Zhao Yue held his fingertips.

"I was very careful when I did things." Wen Liunian smiled, "Well, let's not talk about it, let's go to the bath."

The servants soon delivered the bathing utensils, saying that it was indeed a prosperous place in the royal capital. There were not only double bath tubs, but also a small tray next to it. From petals to ointments, the preparations were extremely complete. Forget to lower the voice to add, if you need other things, there are also some, just say it.

"Thanks, no need." Zhao Yue closed the door with a stiff expression.

"What are other objects?" Wen Liunian sat beside the bed.

Zhao Yue said: "Come and take a bath."

Wen Liunian muttered in his heart, stood up and stretched out his hand: "Help."

Zhao Yue undressed for him, held it in the tub.

Wen Liunian took the petals, poured them all into the water and stirred them: "It's quite fragrant."

The shoulders exposed out of the water were fair and smooth, stained with water mist and red petals, very sultry, Zhao Yue two tore off his clothes and strode over.

Wen Liunian squeezed his face, glanced down at the familiar road.

I really know where to look is the point.

Zhao Yue stepped into the tub and hugged the person in his arms: "Little hooligan."

"Peeking at a girl's house is called a gangster." Wen Liunian nuzzled in his arms, "I don't think you count, I do."

Zhao Yue laughed and sucked heavily on his collarbone.

Wen Liunian picked up a small bottle casually, opened it and smelled it.

"Hey!" Zhao Yue was taken aback, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover it, "Smell what you know, what to do with the poison."

"How could it be poison from the Lord Shangbao?" Wen Liunian said, "a bit sweet and greasy aroma."

Zhao Yue took the bottle in his hand and saw a small note on it-*drunk.

Wen Liunian said: "Oh." Healing medicine.

Zhao Yue put the bottle back, pinched his chin and looked: "Do you think something is wrong?"

"No." Wen Liunian shook his head.

"Really?" Zhao Yue tried the temperature of his cheeks.

Wen Liunian felt it carefully again: "It just doesn't."

"That's good." Zhao Yue continued to help him wipe his body, "next time don't take the medicine and smell it casually."

Wen Liunian sat in the bathtub and recollected in his heart.

*drunk.

The name sounds pretty good.

After wiping his back, Zhao Yue turned the person around and sat on his lap, and started wiping his arms again.

Wen Liunian felt a little bit resentful in his heart. What did you do if you took a bath so quickly? It’s not a bath in the northeast bathhouse. After washing one and the next, you are waiting in line. If you want to make a fortune and make a daughter-in-law, you can’t be slower? The waist has been thin recently, shouldn't it be more touching.

The slightly rough hand towel wiped his chest, and it quickly turned red. Wen Liunian felt a little hot in his heart and a little hot in his face.

People who practice martial arts are always strong. A few strands of hair are wetted and attached to the strong upper body. The muscle lines under the thin skin are obvious. Looking down, the water is hazy.

Wen Liunian stretched out his hand and touched it calmly.

Zhao Yue:...

Wen Liunian stared at him, his heart beating too fast, his cheeks were hot, and his body changed slightly.

Zhao Yue frowned and pulled him into his arms. Could it be the "*drunk" that worked?

Wen Liunian closed his eyes slightly and leaned in to kiss him.

Although the two of them usually have intimacy from time to time, Wen Liunian is still a little reserved because of the self-consciousness of a nerd. However, since he was drugged this time, he had to follow his heart's wishes-and there was no way. Thing!

Zhao Yue was bitten by him until his lips hurt. He was afraid that people would catch a cold after being in the water for a long time.

Wen Liunian is very well-behaved, the whole person is soft and soft, even the palm temperature is hot, his cheeks are blushing, and his due diligence has made "*drunk" play a role.

Zhao Yue usually thinks about his weakness. Even when he is lingering, he does not dare to indulge too much, for fear that he will be too presumptuous and tire people to the point of injury. But at this moment, seeing that the corner of his eye is full of spring love, he is pestering himself and refuses to let it go. There is no need to restrain it any more, his arms tightly hug the soft waist, plundering and demanding like a gust of wind and rain, and doubled the previously suppressed sentiment.

The bed creaked and shook, sometimes mixed with ambiguous noises, Lu Zhui jumped off the wall with two bottles of wine, and then he was shocked and took two or three steps backwards.

Why did it start so early? Obviously, it hasn’t been long since we finished our meal!

"Good." Zhao Yue's voice was hoarse, almost swallowing his whole body.

Lu Chai twitched his mouth outside, turned around and jumped out again—a little bit restrained, for fear that others might not know what happened to you after 20 years.

The red wolf crawled out of his arms, squatted on his arms and dangled his tentacles.

Let me go back.

Lu Zhui put it back into the wooden box and took it back to his residence with it.

No wonder the fortress brought it to me, and according to the battles in the house, I guess there was no time to prepare bugs and minced meat for it.

On the other side, the two people are in love with each other in spring, but on the other side of the street, Mu Qingshan is squatting on the side of the road and looking at the stones, obviously angry.

"I didn't mean to hide it from you." Shang Yunze groaned inwardly, "Come on, take a look at me first."

"Just don't watch it!" Mu Qingshan angrily opened the brothel! Open the brothel! Open the brothel!

"I've said it, it's a song and dance hall, not a place for fireworks." Shang Yunze said, "a place to drink tea and listen to music."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Mu Qingshan glared at him.

Shang Yunze breathed a sigh of relief, still willing to take a look at himself anyway.

The two went to visit friends together. At first, everything was fine. Later, after drinking three rounds of food and five flavors, everyone began to talk about the business. During the period, some people talked and asked: "Shangbo Lord, have you ever thought about where your subordinates will be? Piaoxiangyuan bigger?"

"Yes, recently a group of new dancers from the Western Regions, with small waists, tsk, if the Lord Shangbao can buy them, why not worry about making money every day." Someone agreed.

Shang Yunze's head was blinded, and he instinctively glanced at Mu Qingshan.

The previous only said that Tengyun Fort had two properties in the Wangcheng. In fact, in addition to the timber shop and the brocade workshop, there is a third place, this Piaoxiangyuan, which was originally a brothel kiln, which was favored by Shang Yunze a few years ago. I bought it, but didn't dismiss the girl in it, but changed it into a dance studio. Thinking that his little wood was a nerd and had never been out of Boundless City, I was afraid that I couldn't tell the difference. In order to be less awkward, I didn't tell it, but I didn't expect that he would be ignorant and talk about it at the banquet.

Mu Qingshan served a spoonful of shrimp and gave it to himself as a bibimbap.

Shang Yunze was uncertain in his heart. Didn't he hear clearly? There is no reaction at all.

Of course, the facts quickly proved that the little bookworm ears are still very useful. After eating with a calm face, they chatted with everyone for a long time. After leaving with Shang Yunze, they began to squat in the road of no one. If you are angry, you can't coax it for a long time.

"I'm not afraid of you thinking too much." Shang Yunze pulled him up to his feet, "Besides, I don't have any romantic affairs, don't be angry."

"Really not a brothel?" Mu Qingshan asked him.

"Of course not, how could I do things that force a good for a prostitution." Shang Yunze also didn't know whether he should be angry or laugh.

It's true. Mu Qingshan kicked him, hum.

"Otherwise, take you to see?" Shang Yunze asked.

Mu Qingshan opened his eyes wide: "Take me?"

"Let's go for a cup of tea." Shang Yunze said, "If it's an unclean place, I won't let you stay."

...

Fortunately, Mu Qingshan nodded.

Think of it as going to see the world.

Shang Yunze took his hand, "It's really a small jar of jealousy."

Mu Qingshan pulled his hand back vigorously.

"I'm talking about myself." Shang Yunze complied with kindness.

Mu Qingshan laughed out loud.

"Little idiot." Shang Yunze also had a smile in his eyes, holding his cheek, and then leaning close to his relatives before no one was paying attention, and then holding his hand again.

Piaoxiangyuan is worthy of its name. It is not so much a song and dance house as it is a spice room. You can smell a tangy fragrance before you get close. Shang Yunze said, "It's the spice from the south."

"The prince will come again next time." The mother in the emerald gauze leaned against the door, waving her handkerchief and greeted warmly.

Mu Qingshan:...

Is this really a brothel? It is exactly the same as in the book!

"Cough." Shang Yunze said, "just greet the guests."

Mu Qingshan strode in.

"Wait, wait." Shang Yunze hurriedly grabbed him.

"What's the matter?" Mu Qingshan asked.

"Going through the gate is too big, there is a small side door." Shang Yunze led him from the corner of the street and stepped in through a small courtyard gate.

There was a sound of bamboo and bamboo in the front, but the backyard was silent. Mu Qingshan asked, "Are we going to stand here?"

"No one is there anyway." Shang Yunze frowned slightly.

"Fort Lord?" As the two talked, a middle-aged man hurried over and said in surprise, "It's really you."

"Uncle Sun." Shang Yunze asked, "Why is there no one in the backyard?"

"Originally, I arranged a housekeeper on duty, but the business tonight is really good and there are not enough staff, so I sent it to help make water tea." Sun Shu said, "Please forgive me for the Lord."

"Business has been so good these days?" Shang Yunze said, "There is nothing unusual on the ledger."

"It's not recently, just two days." Uncle Sun said, "A big guest came here and packed the Piaoxiang courtyard for two days."

"Are there still rooms?" Shang Yunze asked.

"Naturally not for others, the castle owner is a different matter." Sun Shu said with a smile, "It's still the same place, it's always empty."

Shang Yunze nodded, and took Mu Qingshan's hand up the stairs.

"Pack up the whole venue and listen to the small tunes day and night?" Mu Qingshan was a little puzzled.

"How come you listen all day and night." Shang Yunze laughed, "I just want to be clean."

There are fruit seeds and tea in the room, which are reserved for the owner. Naturally, it is the best place. You can just see the scene in the hall from the bottom. On the opposite side is the small building where Qin Niang is playing the piano. Yan Yan laughed, if he stays for a long time, I'm afraid the bones will be crisp.

Mu Qingshan said: "No one is allowed to come here in the future!"

"Guaranteed." Shang Yunze raised his hand with a sense of interest.

Mu Qingshan stretched his cheeks.

Shang Yunze's face was bitter, and his mouth was vague and said, "Pinch it even if it's not here?"

Mu Qingshan let go angrily and ate his own snack.

The singer is born with a good voice, as if weeping like a complaint, as if she can bring people back to the south of the March Jiangnan. The song is over, and there are people clapping and applauding. Mu Qingshan looks curiously and sees that she is wearing a brocade robe. The middle-aged man did have the face of a rich man.

"Do you know him?" Mu Qingshan asked.

"I don't know him." Shang Yunze added a cup of hot tea for him, and when someone came in, he asked by the way: "Do you know who is the party who booked the room?"

"Go back to the fort lord, I don’t know much about the small ones." He said, "I only know that they seem to be rich people from the east. They are very generous, and I don’t see where there is business. It just depends on him one after another with a large-priced wallet and brothel. Song and dance hall."

"Oh?" Shang Yunze became interested when he heard the words. "One after another, that is to say, all the fireworks and dance halls in the royal city were covered by him in turn?"

"Yes, it's really a rich man." He said, "We are the fifth one. It is said that we have already ordered the Red|Sleeve Tower three days later, and there are still a lot of rows in the future."

"...This person sounds strange." Mu Qingshan was stunned.

"No, the big guys are all muttering." He said, "I saw the first time I brought my own scores, saying that I only listened to these three songs, I had never seen them before, and the girls were rehearsing overnight. "

"Where's the score?" Shang Yunze asked.

"There is another copy, the castle owner wants?" The servant cleaned up the table.

Shang Yunze nodded: "Bring it to me to see."

"Okay, let's go now." The descendant ran downstairs, and after a moment he brought up a stack of paper.

Shang Yunze flipped through it, and saw that it was really just three music scores, and the lyrics were nothing more than the love of the sons and daughters of Jiangnan Misty Rain, and there was no uniqueness or title of the song.

"What's the matter?" Mu Qingshan asked.

"It's nothing, but I always feel that something is wrong." Shang Yunze handed him the score, "Take it away first."

Mu Qingshan nodded and took the score into his arms.

Downstairs was still singing and dancing. The man in Jinyi seemed to be a little drunk, shaking his head with a folding fan, as if completely intoxicated by the music.

Mu Qingshan asked, "Do you want to go down and take a look?"

"No need, listen to the posture just now, he will still live in the city for a while." Shang Yunze said, "Besides, you and I just think his behavior is weird, but there are no more clues, so it makes no sense to rush forward."

"Okay!" At the end of the song, the man laughed and applauded, causing the entourage to throw a few brocades on the stage.

"Don't think about this first." Shang Yunze hugged Mu Qingshan in his arms, "It's a rare visit to listen to the song."

"Yeah." Mu Qingshan obediently agreed, eating snacks while listening to singing, feeling really...so sleepy, so before a moment, he was already lying on Shang Yunze's shoulders and fell asleep.

Shang Yunze laughed softly, took a blanket over him, patted his palms on his back, his eyes were fixed on the man below his head, and his brows were also slightly frowned.

Although it was only three scores, due to the proper arrangement, there were many tricks. The last song ended, and the man was so drunk that he returned to the guest room with great enthusiasm.

Shang Yunze also hugged Mu Qingshan and rode a carriage back to his residence.

A night of wind and rain.