029 Yihong Courtyard

Yihongyuan.

Murong Xueyan looked up and smiled. It was here. She decided to redevelop and transform this place as her first source of gold.

This era of male power actually has something in common with the 21st century. That is the importance of power. Some people get money through power, and some people buy power because of money. It can be said that there is no disadvantage. For example, Nangongyi, and Yunfei. Nangong Yi asked the Empress Dowager to marry her to protect Concubine Yun because of her high power, and Concubine Yun's power plus the umbrella are the royal blood in her belly...

She wants to cultivate her own power, even if it is not used for too much development, but at least she can't let the world underestimate her - especially the Yunfei who has put her to death again and again. From the perspective of her modern understanding of singing and dancing and painting, the most direct direction of cooperation is the brothel.

This brightly lit Yihong Courtyard is the largest brothel in the capital. Murong Xueyan didn't enter the door and stood outside to look at it for a moment - now it's night, and it's the most lively time for the wind and moon place. There are many seats downstairs of Yihong Courtyard, which can be said to be full. Each table is full of drinking men and accompanying girls, and there is a small stage in the middle of the upstairs, which is used for singing and dancing.

Opening the folding fan, the hem of his clothes was lifted gently, and Murong Xueyan, dressed in light blue men's clothing, carried her feet into the Yihong Courtyard with Xiu Rong dressed as a little man. Immediately, several women dressed in red and green makeup greeted him and whispered softly, "Is the guest officer here for drinking or looking for a girl..."

Murong Xueyan took out a package of silver tickets and lit up in front of everyone. Several women were so surprised that they opened their mouths.

"I have prepared the best elegant room for me. I want your boss's wife to serve me in person." After saying a word, one of the women stood up and said that he would lead the way in person, and ordered the others to call the boss's wife and prepare good wine and vegetables.

Murong Xueyan followed the woman to the so-called elegant room. The location of the elegant room is located at the left corner of the upstairs. Because the location is relatively remote, it will not be noisy by the laughter downstairs, and it is not easy to hear the movement of the bedrooms upstairs. However, as soon as you open the window, you can have a panoramic view of everything downstairs, especially the various performances on the stage.

"Dear guests, now I would like to invite the top card of Yihongyuan - Dream Girl to dance for everyone!" The unparalleled lady in Yihongyuan stood in the center of the stage and announced to the public. Of course, Murong Xueyan just saw a ** in her thirties in her sight, and the woman moved her lips. As soon as she finished her words, a woman whom Murong Xueyan had met before came to her side and said a few words. Then, Murong Xueyan saw her coming towards her.

The beautiful and unparalleled name of Yihongyuan, Murong Xueyan has heard it in Wuhen's mouth. More than ten years ago, she was originally the flower leader of another brothel named "Meixianglou". After a few years of fire, she redeemed herself with the savings she had saved and married an ordinary man as a wife, intending to spend the rest of her life peacefully. Unfortunately, her past did not let her go. Finally, after misunderstandings again and again, Yan Wushuang was completely disappointed with the marriage. She took the initiative to let her husband take a break, return to the brothel, and return to her old business. In less than three years, she opened the Yihong Courtyard with her own savings, covering the Meixiang Building where she used to be, and replaced it. It has become the most popular "first brothel" in the capital.

"Yo, it's this handsome man who is looking for the old man." Yan Wushuang appeared in front of Murong Xueyan, smiling without saying a word, and his charming eyes were like silk. At the age of 30, I don't feel old, but I just feel that there is a mature charm, especially the immature of a girl. Murong Xueyan looked at the woman who was twice as old as herself and said with a faint smile, "Boss Yan, Mu is here to talk about business with you."

"Business?" Yan Wushuang sat down obliquely against the back of the chair, and a scarlet belly pocket was faintly visible under the silk translucent coat. The group fan shook gently, and the smile was ambiguous, staring at Murong Xueyan uncomfortable.

Murong Xueyan tried to ignore this excessive gaze and asked, "What are the strengths of Yihongyuan now?"

"It's a girl!" Yan Wushuang smiled very conceitedly, "The girls under the old man are more watery than one, one is more ecstasy. How can those vulgar fans of other families be compared?

Obviously, she is only about 30 years old. At this age in the 21st century, there are many people who still marry themselves as girls. This gorgeous match always calls herself in front of her and behind her, which makes Murong Xueyan smile. Immediately, she remembered her intention, and her thoughts no longer deviate from the topic. She said indifferently, "In Mu's opinion, the girls under Boss Yan are no different from vulgar fans."

"Do you dare to belittle my girl? So the old man is lucky to ask, what kind of girl is not a vulgar powder? Yan Wushuang put the fan on the table, and there was already an irritation in his smiling eyes.

Murong Xueyan pretended to open the folding fan, concealed a shallow smile on her lips, and then said, "Since ancient times, if you are lustful, you will be kind to you, and only if you are talented, you can stay long."

"This sounds a little right." Yan Wushuang picked up the fan again, supported his chin, and picked over Murong Xueyan's face. "Go on."

Murong Xueyan was already on her mind when she saw that Yan Wushuang, and then said, "However, in addition to accompanying the wine and the night, Murong Xueyan is good at singing and dancing. This song and dance, if it has no characteristics, it will be the same. Over time, no matter how beautiful the guests are, they will get tired of it.

"Little girl, I know a lot about your appearance. Why, do you have a way to make Yihongyuan a sensation again?"

"You..." Murong Xueyan looked back at Yan Wushuang with a little surprise. How did she know her identity as a woman?

"Look at your appearance, even my Huakui Rumeng girl in Yihongyuan is standing in front of you, which is also a big difference." Yan Wushuang looked up and down at Murong Xueyan, not fat powder, and men's clothing showed people. Unexpectedly, she could also see her delicate skin that could be broken. Her beautiful eyes were as bright as stars, so beautiful that women were jealous. She got up and walked around Murong Xueyan, and saw that she was slim and light. It's good to dance like this. Listen Her voice is delicate and gentle, and it seems that her voice must be beautiful... She threw away these side ideas, and Yan Wushuang opened her mouth to get to the point: "Little girl, in autumn, there will be the 'Top Huakui' competition held by all the brothel in the capital. What plan do you have to make Yihongyuan stand out?"

Murong Xueyan pondered for a moment and asked, "Before the dream girl, can there be another popular flower leader in Yihongyuan?"

"Yes. That's Ziyuan. The girl has changed since she was abandoned by a man three years ago. She doesn't receive guests, dance, ignore people, and huddles in the backyard all day. People in their twenties look older than old people. Yan Wushuang looks "angry and indisputable".

"Miss Ziyuan takes affection too seriously and overestimates a man's belly." Murong Xueyan smiled and said, "What do she think now?"

"She wants to pick up the guests again recently, but no one clicks her, which is called 'the cold pommed horse in front of the door'!"

Hearing an ancient poem burst out of Yan Wushuang's mouth, Murong Xueyan was made to laugh again. Boss Yan, give me three days, and I will make Miss Ziyuan popular again!"

"Real?" Yan Wushuang's eyes were wide open.

"Sure enough!" Murong Xueyan replied to her with a bigger clear water eye.

"Okay, I believe in you!" Yan Wushuang patted Murong Xueyan on the back boldly. The power of this beat was so strong that it almost made her spray blood.

"So, boss Yan will take me to Miss Ziyuan's room now, okay?" Murong Xueyan doesn't want to waste any time.

Yan Wushuang raised her eyebrows and smiled, and personally led the way for Murong Xueyan.

In addition to the front stairs, there is a small staircase at the end of the corridor, which leads to the backyard. Compared with the previous song and dance, it is another world. The cicadas are singing, and the shadows of the trees are mottled, with a trace of desolation. Yan Wushuang took Murong Xueyan's master and servant to the door of a room. Seeing that the light in the room was still on, she raised her voice and said, "Ziyuan, there is a guest looking for you."

For a long time, a woman's quiet voice sounded in the room: "Did the eldest sister laugh with Ziyuan again?"

"No, it's true this time."

After a while, the woman in the room opened the door. Murong Xueyan looked at the woman's figure head-on. At the age of twenty-three or forty-four years old, his facial features are exquisite, but they are a little haggard at present. If they are slightly decorated, they will definitely be called a beautiful embryo, wearing a purple semi-old dress. In the summer season, it looks too thick, with a bleak and haggard look, no wonder the guests are unwilling to come.

"Are you a purple girl?" Murong Xueyan smiled politely.

"It's the slave family." Probably no one cares about it for a long time. Ziyuan has no arrogance of Huakui in those years, and she is as modest as a maid.

"I'm not here to pick you up, but to wrap you up. Let you reappear in everyone's sight in a new state in three days. Murong Xueyan vowed to make a pledge.

"Packaging?" Ziyuan exclaimed.

"That's right! Do you want to rebuild your self-confidence? Do you want to make people feel that you are unattainable and beautiful again? Do you want to taste the taste of the popular capital again?

"I want to, of course I want to." The purple gull nodded like pounding garlic.

Murong Xueyan smiled with satisfaction and said, "Well, I'll stay and guide you for three days."