Episode 41 Open your eyes

Yueguo is a very traditional country, which divides women into several levels, among which the status of the women in the brothel is the lowest. Their lives are thinner than paper. They live at the bottom of society. They are funny toys among men.

And what about the men? While traveling with prostitutes, carrying prostitutes with the waves, and being romantic and happy, he still regards his nostalgia for the brothel as a dishon and extremely obscene thing. Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary women, the brothel should not exist, and the brothel woman is **. Baby**, everyone can be insulted.

But in Maocheng, near the border of Huangyue, the brothel is no longer a place for men to enjoy. As the world's first brothel - Fengfei Pavilion, which is well-known in the imperial country and Fengguo, there is naturally a unique business mode, making Fengfei Pavilion the most famous gentle hometown of Yueguo almost overnight.

This night, dozens of miles of foreign war is about to ignite. The two armies of Huangyue have been stationed there for more than two months, but because both sides refused to retreat, they are still deadlocked. However, Maocheng within dozens of miles is still drunk, as if everything outside the city can't stop people's fun here.

This is Maocheng, as the most important transportation port of Huangyue, which connects the most important trade between the two countries. Therefore, even if the war outside the city is approaching, the song and dance in the city are still flat, and the first one will naturally be Fengfei Pavilion.

"Ouch! Mr. Li, why did you just arrive now? Xiaoyue is almost impatient!" In front of the huge scarlet door of Fengfei Pavilion, Aunt Liu wore a bright red flower dress and stood outside the door, and then faced the face of the god of wealth who passed in front of her. The smile on her face was happier than anyone else.

Just to be fair, if Aunt Liu really calls her name one by one, I'm afraid she can't even shout out.

"That's Mr. Liu, who came to find Shuifu." Another rich man came, and a faint voice naturally sounded in Aunt Liu's ear, but it was enough for her to hear clearly.

Then, she shook her silk handkerchief and came forward and said, "Mr. Liu! Why didn't you come until this time? Shuifu miss you so much. If it's the same thing, this is Aunt Liu's trick. Even if she is talking about cliché every time, as long as those rich owners listen comfortably, she will naturally speak more vigorously.

"Prince Wang, Furong."

"Ms. Zhang, Cui'er."

"Aunt Liu, this is awesome. The son of Yang, the richest man in Maocheng, is like an old lover."

Seeing Yang Mu, the son of the richest man in Maocheng, striding towards here, dressed gorgeously and preciously, a head suddenly appeared behind Aunt Liu, staring at the fat meat with full of energy, and then dragged Aunt Liu desperately and whispered in her ear.

The son of the richest man in Maocheng? That must be a gold mine!" Hearing Yan Moxue talk about the origin of Yang Mu, two big golden ingots suddenly flashed in Aunt Liu's eyes, shining in the night.

Then she nodded slightly and greeted the corners of her mouth. Mr. Yang, come and look for Wan Ruo?"

"That's right." Although Yang Mu came from a famous family, who told him not to worry about food and clothing since he was a child. Although he did not develop that kind of prodigal character, he took action... At a glance, he knew that he was a person who did not treat money as money.

Sure enough, he smiled happily and threw out a silver ticket. Aunt Liu took it steadily. Look, wow! Five hundred taels, suddenly, her legs were a little disobedient and almost fell down.

Yan Moxue sneered behind, and then quickly helped Aunt Liu. Then she looked at the men around the Fengfei Pavilion, each of whom was oily and pink and generous, so that she couldn't help showing a sarcastic smile through the human skin mask, and her eyes were slightly fierce.

"It's really prodigal, but it's no wonder that even the monarch of a country spends all day, not to mention these stupid men, it's not a pity to die." She said coldly in her heart, but her expression turned, her blue eyes were frivolous, and she whispered in Aunt Liu's ear and whispered, "Aunt Liu, let me tell you, he is a big gold mine."

Aunt Liu can't think too much at this time. She giggled with the silver ticket in her hand, and then said angrily, "Since it's a gold mine, then get more money."

"Don't worry, I have my own way." Behind her, the two looked at each other, and she greeted Yang Mu with a smile.

"Ms. Yang, please!"

Then, Yan Moxue took Yang Mu to the third floor. As she walked, she floated her eyes to Yaju on the other side of the third floor, and then her cheeks showed a little fierceness, and her blue eyes suddenly became sharp.

Half a month, she has been in this Fengfei Pavilion for half a month, and finally let her wait for him. Ha ha, look, this time she will never be soft-hearted, and she will never mess up because of those things she doesn't have. Because there is a man in that room where she is going to catch the hook, she will never fail this time.

Ha ha, look, a good show is about to be staged.

Withdrawing her eyes, Yan Moxue slightly squeezed her lips, took a look at the Yang Mu that followed her, and then changed her mood.

After that, she continued to walk forward until she came to the like a boudoir, and her body suddenly trembled and threw the handkerchief up to the sky

"Well...wow..." It was just that short minute, and I saw that Yan Moxue's eyes were full of tears, and the crying skills were simply extraordinary.

"Are you...all right?" Why did she cry for no reason? Yang Mu stood behind Yan Moxue, her face was inexplicable, and she was at a loss by her crying.

Unexpectedly, when Yang Mu asked this, Yan Moxue simply cried even more exaggeratedly. Tears and snot flowed down, and there was no time to pick it up. He was at a loss and was busy reaching out to help wipe her tears. Hey, you...you...what's wrong with you? If you want to cry... If you want to cry, don't cry in front of me anymore."

The most unbearable thing for a man is for a woman to cry. Sure enough, when Yan Moxue cried like this, Yang Mu was in an instant. Mr. Yang, it's not that I want to cry, but... is..." In the middle of the words, Yan Moxue suddenly stopped crying, only pointed her hand into the room fiercely, then turned her eyes and cried louder.

Looking in the direction of her finger, it was obviously like a room. You...you mean like her..." This is really an infatuation. Before he finished speaking, Yang Mu wanted to push the door and rushed in.

But Mo Xue would not let him do what he wanted, otherwise who would show this play to?

Otherwise, before his hand touched the door frame, Yang Mu squeezed into a person in front of him. He was already crying and was about to die.

She tried her best to stop Yang Mu, looked at the slightly half-open window, with a vague smile on the corners of her mouth, and shouted with a strange expression, "Mr. Yang!" Seeing Yang Mu's confused face, Yan Moxue quickly continued to pretend to cry, "The prince doesn't know anything, as if this time it's just a cold, but in a few days, she...she...she has been much haggard."

"Then you should get out of the way and let me in."

"No... Mr. Yang." Yan Moxue stopped again, and then pretended to wipe away her tears, "The illness is small, and the face is big. If you love the prince so much, how can you be willing to meet with a bad face!" She deliberately aggravated the word love, coupled with her sparse tears, how can a stick word describe it?

"It's just... How can a dusty woman like us afford to see a doctor!!" After saying that, Yan Moxue pretended to cry again, but covered the proud corners of her lips with a handkerchief and waved, "Mr. Yang, I think you are still..."

Before she finished the last few words, Yan Moxue felt that her hand was sinking. She secretly glanced through the handkerchief, and it turned out to be a thick pile of silver tickets. It is well known that wind and dust women love money, and I believe that Yang Mu is also clear. So at this time, Yan Moxue simply stopped crying and began to order silver tickets.

"Wow, three thousand taels." Yan Moxue looked at the silver ticket in her hand and couldn't help thinking to herself: Three thousand taels. This is the first time someone has used three thousand taels to send her, but three thousand taels is three thousand taels. Just take it as your own underground.

However, thinking like this in her heart, it can't be the same on the surface. Yan Moxue continued to maintain her bitter face, and then sobbed and asked, "Mr. Yang, this..."

"Don't pretend. If you are really sick, this silver ticket will be used for her to see a doctor. But next time, I must see her, do you hear me? After saying that, Yang Mu walked downstairs without warning.

Yan Moxue was stunned until she didn't expect him to make such a move. She wiped away her tears and didn't forget to shout at Yang Mu's back, "Okay, Mr. Yang, I will definitely let you see it next time." After saying this, Yan Moxue did not forget to add in her heart: Don't worry, these three thousand taels will be burned for you, so that you and the ghost couple who are like loving in hell.

After shouting, Yan Moxue easily wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Just now, she still looked like she was going to die. Now she immediately glowed, holding the thick pile of silver tickets in her hand and pouted her little mouth.

"Three thousand taels!" She smiled thoughtfully. Unexpectedly, the door behind her suddenly opened, and a jade hand quickly stretched out and grabbed the silver ticket.

"Hey..." Before Yan Moxue could react, her palm was empty.

She quickly turned around and looked like it. She quickly continued to disguise herself and pouted and said, "That's what I earned."

"But if I don't have a naturally beautiful, beautiful and charming aunt, I will be fascinated by Yang Mu and lose my proportion. Do you think you can earn these?" In the room, she looked radiant and looked very good. While lighting a silver ticket, she didn't forget to complain, "Also, how dare you curse your aunt and I'm sick. You don't want to live anymore!"

"It's not!" Yan Moxue rolled her eyes, stared sadly at the silver ticket rolling back and forth like the palm of her hand, and swallowed: "I just know you don't want to see him, so I pushed it away for you! You don't have to see that annoying person. We still have so much money to make. Why not do it!"

"That's true." Finally, he counted the silver ticket, as if he had pulled out one from the middle and handed it to Yan Moxue.

"Why is it only 500 taels?" Yan Moxue held the silver ticket and roared dissatisfiedly.

"What? That's too much! Then give it back to me." She took the opportunity to get the silver ticket back.

"No, this is mine."

"That's not the end." He pulled back with satisfaction, then deliberately shook the silver ticket in front of Yan Moxue, and then closed the door heavily.

A cold wind swept across the face, and Yan Moxue pouted, then stamped her feet uneasantly, looked at the 500 taels of silver ticket in her hand, and said with a smile, "Forget it, 500 taels is 500 taels. It's better than nothing. Put it away first."

At this time, the deafening roar suddenly sounded downstairs. Xiao Xue, you dead girl, where have you been? Why can't you come down? I can't stand it anymore.

"Here we are, Aunt Liu." Yan Moxue put away the silver ticket safely, then stuck out her tongue at the door frame, turned around, and her eyes floated to Yaju. Seeing that the window was still half open, she nodded with satisfaction and ran downstairs.

"What a cunning woman." After watching the good play, the man in black sat down again, tasted a cup of tea, and smiled slowly.

His smile was as deep as a night, with a trace of melancholy, which was extremely inconsistent with the atmosphere of the Fenglai Pavilion.

"But it's very interesting." Another man in white then closed the window, but he was not seated and stood quietly, as if thinking about something. Did you hear what the last woman called her? After thinking for a moment, the man in white asked.

"What?" The man in black answered. To be fair, he didn't care about what had happened just now. He just regarded it as a farce and forgot it after seeing it.

"She called her...Xiao Xue..."