Chapter 205 Taiqing Town

The night was deep. An Bochen looked doubtfully at the deserted town not far away, shaking his wrist and hanging the rein immediately.

"Why stop?"

Shangguan Wan'er frowned.

"There's something wrong."

An Bochen lowered his voice and said, the sun in the left eye and the yin in the right eye, and the magic power of the eyes at the same time.

The left eye rolled up a river of white tide, and the ripples showed ten miles of land. You can see the singing and dancing in the town, the guests gathered in the flower shop of the brothel, the warblers and swallows dancing, and the wine and delicious food are endless. However, when I looked at it on the right, I saw a completely different scene. The towns of less than ten miles were all shrouded in the wind and haze. There were no beautiful guests, which were gloomy and dark.

As usual, when An Bochen meets such a strange place, he has to go there. But now that he is desperate, and the 100-day period is not over, An Bochen doesn't want to make extravagant.

Just as he was about to turn the horse's head, An Bochen suddenly saw a familiar figure.

At the other end of Taiqing Town, a teenager in dark night clothes also hesitated around the town. He is about two or three inches taller than that of An Bochen. He is tall and thin, with black hair and drooping shoulders. He has been dyed gray at a young age, and his face is full of fatigue. What surprised An Bochen most is his white eyes.

"The first king wind? Why is he still in Da Kuang..."

An Bochen was surprised that after the first Wang Feng exchanged Wang Situ's secrets with his secret skills that year, he took Yue Qingqing to Zhongdu to pick up the boat. Three years later, the two of them should have left Da Kuang and gone far away.

If it hadn't been for the first Wang Feng's "teaching with all", An Bochen could not learn the secret skills. An Bochen was still grateful to the young couple who escaped from Taoyuan.

After thinking about it, An Bochen kicked the horse in the stomach and walked to the town with the sleepy Shangguan Wan'er.

As soon as he entered the town, An Bochen saw a stone tablet standing on the left of the road.

"Taiqing Town?"

An Bochen said in a low voice. The name of the town was engraved on the stone tablet, and there was also a piece of inscription below. I don't know whether it was too old or was eroded by the wind and sand day and night. In short, the text on the tablet could not be recognized and could not be read.

After three years as a general in the State of Liu, An Bochen is not strange to Kanto. Bandits gather like horse thieves in the desert. They have no fixed place and burn, kill and loot wherever they go. This town looks old and is located in Kanto, but it is a nightless place. It is as prosperous as a brocade, like an oasis in the desert of the sea, which is really puzzling.

There was a trace of uneasiness in his heart. An Bochen thought as he walked, thinking about why he came to such a strange town.

"Why do you walk so slowly? Why don't you find an inn to settle down?

Shangguan Waner rubbed her eyes and said listlessly. As soon as she raised her head, she was suddenly stunned.

"King's son-in-law, what is that?"

"That... It's a brothel."

Looking at the lively attic not far away, An Bochen replied.

The edge of Taiqing Town is deserted, but as soon as you enter the town, you will see the brothel with people coming and going. The bustle and desolation are so close that there seems to be a watershed in the dark, dividing the noise and silence into a hundred feet of land, very close and far away.

"Blue House?"

Shangguan Wan'er was stunned, frowned and thought about it. Gradually, excitement appeared on her face, and her tired face swept away in an instant.

"The son-in-law, is it the legendary place?"

"It's the legendary ** place."

An Bochen nodded and said half jokingly. Unfortunately, only Simajin could understand his cold joke. Looking at Shangguan Wan'er, she nodded seriously and her eyes flashed. An Bochen's face was slightly red and his heart was not good.

"The son-in-law, there must be many strong men in this brothel. Why don't we start to provoke here?"

Not to An Bochen's surprise, Shangguan Wan'er said eagerly.

"If you want to find a man, you also need to go to the capital mansion. This is a remote place. How can there be a man with both virtue and talent and excellent blood?"

An Bochen came to Taiqing Town just to find the first Wang Feng. There was no leisure to linger in the brothel. At present, he dissuaded him.

Unexpectedly, Shangguan Wan'er was interested. She broke free from An Bochen's arms, jumped off the horse, ignored An Bochen's call, and quickly walked to the brothel. In a blink of an eye, the woman in a samurai uniform was submerged among the guests in the brothel and disappeared.

An Bochen was angry. Although he felt that the prime minister of his daughter's country was really troublesome, after all, she was a newcomer. She couldn't bear to leave her alone, so she turned over and got off the horse and led the wild horse king to the brothel.

"The prince is coming. Please come in quickly."

The sharp-eyed plut glanced at An Bochen, quickly bowed the guests in his hand, waved the handkerchief full of rouge, and twisted his waist and limbs to An Bochen.

"I'm looking for someone."

He tied the Mustang King next to the willow tree in front of the brothel, and An Bochen turned to the pimp.

The old pimp is over 50 years old, and the charm does not exist. A strange smile appeared on her face full of fat powder: "The guests who come here are not all looking for people. I don't know who the prince is looking for?"

"The girl is wearing a cyan samurai uniform."

An Bochen said, looking into the brothel.

There are more than 20 banquets on the first floor of the brothel. Most of the guests are drinking. From time to time, girls come, either sit down and have a drink with them, or take them to the second floor for fun. Shangguan Wan'er was wearing a rare samurai suit, which was very conspicuous. It was not fixed upstairs on the first floor.

"It turns out that the little boy is so good."

The old pup covered her mouth and laughed.

An Bochen was not in the mood to pester her and walked in avoiding the pimp.

"What an anxious son!"

The old lady followed, waved the handkerchief boringly, and winked left and right. Three or four girls swarmed up and chased An Bochen to the second floor.

The second floor is the elegant room. An Bochen drank away a group of women in the brothel and looked around, hesitating where to find it.

"Are you looking for someone?"

A clear voice came from behind. An Bochen turned his head and saw a teenager in a purple gown and a jade leather jacket on his shoulders looking at him thoughtfully.

The young man is handsome and extraordinary, not inferior to Wuhua. Compared with the sharp Wuhua, he has a little more warmth and mellowness, like a warm jade, which makes people extremely comfortable.

"I'm looking for a girl in a cyan samurai suit. She is about 20 years old. I don't know if my brother has ever seen it?"

An Bochen asked with his fist, swept the teenager's valuable costume, and secretly guessed his identity.

Most of the guests downstairs are rough men, and their clothes are not very elegant. This place is located in the hinterland of Kanto, a remote place in a poor country, and it is common sense for the guests to be rude. The young man in front of him looks at his clothes and demeanor, which is much better than those boys in Liujing. Why did he appear in the Guandong Youth Tower?

The teenager seemed to be very interested in An Bochen. He looked at him for a long time, and a warm smile appeared on the corners of his mouth: "Brother, no wonder, I just came back here and didn't see the girl mentioned by Brother Tai."

"So Brother Tai is the owner of this place?"

"The owner can't be called, it can only be regarded as half a shopkeeper."

The teenager replied with a smile, thinking for a moment and then said, "How about this? Brother Tai will go down to the third floor and sit down for a while. I will order the servants to help Brother Tai find the girl. As long as she is in the building, it must not be difficult to find."

"So, please, brother."

An Bochen was slightly happy to see the brothel shopkeeper so enthusiastic, but he also wondered how an eighteen or 19-year-old teenager became a brothel shopkeeper in this strange town.

"It's good to say, brother, come with me."

Before An Bochen could think much, the teenager walked up enthusiastically and pulled An Bochen to the third floor.

Turning through the steps inlaid with gold and jade, An Bochen walked to the third floor of the brothel.

The third and second floors have a completely different pattern. There is no elegant room, let alone tables and chairs. At the end of the long corridor is a ten-foot-long screen. In the center of the screen stands a high mountain. The mountain is steep, and more than a dozen peaks rise and fall one after another, which is majestic and magnificent. The white apes roar in the mountains, and the eagles chase the cranes, just like the mythical and legendary boundary. The scroll spread from the center to both sides, and the birds, men, women and children spread out one by one, as if describing strange stories.

"Brother, please come in."

The young man's laughing voice came from his ear. An Bochen was stunned and looked left and right and didn't see the door.

An Bochen just wanted to ask, but the teenager smiled and pulled him up and walked towards the screen.

When he came to the screen, the teenager stretched out his hand and pushed it. The screen was separated by two doors, and inside was a quiet and unique small building.

An Bochen was surprised. Unconsciously, he had forgotten the strangeness of the town, the first Wang Feng on the other side of the town, and even Shangguan Waner, who was nowhere to be found, no longer thinking about it.

The teenager entered with his front foot, stood in the small building, turned around and looked at An Bochen with a smile. An Bochen didn't think about it, and followed him in.

The wooden door on the screen is closed, and it can't be seen from the outside that there is a hole inside.

The gloomy wind blew from the window, lifting the two rows of candlesticks on the side of the corridor. Under the bright and dark halo, the flowing clouds on the picture scroll flowed. On the high mountain in the center, Lin Hai Songtao swayed to both sides, and even the birds and beasts on the screen, men, women and children moved one after another, as if a stage was opening curtain.

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(Ask for leave. I was still dizzy when I came back from the infusion in the morning. I wrote this chapter for four hours and couldn't stand it... It won't be updated after 12 a.m. If you get up tomorrow, it will be updated when the fever subsides. I'm sorry~)