Chapter 63 Remembering the Old Firling

Chapter 63 Remembering the Old Pimp

Xiaowu couldn't remember clearly. He only remembered one, and then Yan Chan drew a crooked map according to what he said. Well, if that's a map, because I guess Yan Chan can understand it by himself.

Both of them are half-hearted, seven catties against eight taels, so don't expect this map to be so beautiful. Only the standard mark can be called the standard mark. I'm afraid that only the one draws a circle on the so-called point of the flower building, and there is a fork in it.

It seems that this flower house is going to be unlucky.

Speaking of which, although he has been in the military camp in the past two years, Yan Zhen has always been thinking about the flower building. Every time someone goes out on a mission. Passing by the place, she always pulls people and asks, how about the old duckling? Are you still in the flower house? How is the business of Hualou?

Everyone thinks that Yan Chan has a little match in that building, so they are particularly concerned about it. I don't know, this is a sign that Yan Chan wants to take revenge in the future. It is estimated that except for Yan Ziqi, this old pimp in the flower house is the first woman who can be remembered by Yan Zhen for so long. Even Zhu Suxiu and Lu Zhaoxue, Yan Zhen has never been so worried about it.

Everything was sorted out, and Yan Chan took the 18 Taibao back to Kyoto. However, according to Yan's father's instructions, they went out of the courtyard and turned left to the gate leading to the official road. Instead, they followed the map drawn by Yan Cheng yesterday and marched towards the goal of the flower building.

In fact, the general direction of going back to Kyoto is still certain, but it takes more detours to go to the flower building. That's what the so-called roads lead to Rome.

Yan Chen, who was riding a little donkey, was excited all the way. He was happy all the way when he thought of the owner of the flower building. Xiaowu looked disgusted and hated having to know Yan Chan.

The Eighteen Taibao looked confused. Whenever she asks Yan Zhi why she took a detour, she always said, "Buddha, don't say it, don't say it." Then he made the 18 Taibao depressed.

A group of 20 people wandered into the city like this. Because the team was too large, in addition to Yan Chen still riding her little donkey, Xiaowu and Shiba Taibao got off the horse early for fear of disturbing the villagers.

They are all well-trained people. Eight Taibao led more than a dozen horses to the inn, arranged rooms, fed horses, and waited for the time. The remaining ten Taibao were connected to Xiaowu, and the eleven people continued to follow Yan Qian.

Yan Chen still drove his little donkey unhurriedly. He was still dressed as a man, and the fan in his hand swayed and fand slightly, with a trace of cool breeze.

This fan was still on the way from Guangukou to the other courtyard that day. In order to shade the sun, Yan Jin robbed Yan Zi's fan, and then he never returned it back. Anyway, in her concept, her father-in-law's things are hers, so she doesn't have to return it.

In front of Hualou, Yan Chen firmly grabbed her little donkey, raised her head and straightened her chest, and looked straight ahead. Yan Zhen still remembered that he was so flustered and embarrassed that day, but he never saw the name of the flower building clearly.

Looking at the golden plaque with the Qinghua Tower written on it, this name is an elegant name. Then Yan Qian said to Xiaowu, who was standing beside him with a thoughtful face, "Go and call the door, and say that the old pimp's old friend came to see her and let her come out quickly to pick up the guests."

Because it was noon, the flower building closed the door, which means that the people inside are resting and not receiving guests. As we all know, whether it is a kiln or a music hall, the business at night is the best, staying up all night and singing at night. Day and night are reversed, so it is closed during the day and open at night.

Xiaowu looked at the Qinghua Building and guessed that Yan Cheng wanted to go back. Now she is Miss Yan, not the little girl who was sold by tooth traffickers on the road.

If he hadn't happened to come to Qinghualou to catch deserters that day, he probably wouldn't have met Yan Cun. Maybe she had become a member of Qinghualou.

However, since she is the Yan family, she will definitely be found sooner or later. How can she really sell herself and degenerate again? I'm afraid that this Qinghualou has been trampled to the ground.

So Xiaowu, according to Yan Qian's order, came forward and called the door. A turtle came out and said impatiently, "The old pimp is not here." Waiting for the words, Yan Yi and others were ready to close the door and continue to take a nap.

Yan Chen rode on her little donkey and was not annoyed. She still smiled and squinted.

However, he naturally couldn't close it. The nearest Liu Taibao and Ten Taibao were very winked. Without waiting for Yan Cheng to speak, he put his hand against the door with his hand, without all his strength, but only a little strength.

This door can't be closed, and it opens straight.

Yan Zhen couldn't help nodding, turned his hands with a fan, and grinned, "Well done, well done, let's go in!" Then he took everyone into the Qinghua Building.

The old lady in the Qinghua Building was awakened by such noise downstairs. Naturally, she couldn't sleep. But I don't plan to go downstairs for a long time. Such small things are dealt with by thre-handed thre. Otherwise, what do you do to raise them with silver money?

I only heard a male voice from downstairs: "Please go downstairs quickly from the mother of Qinghua Building. My mother's old friend is here to visit and get together with my mother. I hope my mother will have a good face."

The madam's heart trembled. He was a half-old mother. There was no old friend. Even if he was a benefactor when he was young, I'm afraid he didn't remember it at this time. What's more, the voice sounds very young.

No matter how you go downstairs first, let's see what's going on. If she comes to make a scene, she will naturally not be polite.

So when the old woman went downstairs, she saw a lot of men standing in her lobby. They looked handsome, one by one. If she could leave one to be a flower leader in her own flower building, she must be able to make some money. If she stayed all of them, I guess she would laugh when she was dreaming, and there was a lot of silver in front of her. , gold.

Thinking of this, the old pimp's smiling face was deeper, and he couldn't wait to crack behind his ears. But when he saw the petite man in the middle, she couldn't laugh, and the smile on her face turned into anger.

Because Yan Chen was riding a little donkey at this time, slowly turning in the lobby of the flower building and kicking over a lot of tables and chairs.

The madam muttered in his heart, "Mom, it's okay that it's all ordinary wood. Otherwise, if it's destroyed, how much money will I waste? How can I open the door to welcome guests at night?"

Although the old pimp of Qinghualou muttered in his heart, he tried to raise his smile and smiled at the people in the hall and said, "Oh, gentlemen, are you going to come to my flower building for fun? Unfortunately, the Huakui are resting now and don't pick up guests.

Later, I looked at the unresponsive people and smiled and said, "Why don't you come back at night? At that time, mom, I will keep the top Huakui for you, and say hello to me with good wine and good dishes."

Yan Chen, who was wandering around in the crowd, pulled the little donkey, looked up at the old lady, nodded without a trace, and then smiled, didn't say anything, and then walked around. He accidentally kicked over the table next to him. Yan Cen also said with a particularly innocent smile, "I'm not careful, my foot is crooked."

For a moment, the pimp couldn't figure out what Yan Qian meant. It was not good to open her mouth blankly, pinched the handkerchief, and beat her heart. She felt sorry for her cheap tables and chairs. Whoever said that cheap things would be free.

Finally, after a long time, Yan Chen seemed to have played enough. He grabbed the little donkey again, stood in front of the old daughter of Qinghualou, and stared straight at the old daughter of Qinghualou and said, "I don't know if my mother still remembers me?"

There are so many guests coming and going. Who remembers who is who? Yan Chen now asks the old daughter. Naturally, the old daughter can't remember who Yan Chen is riding a donkey in front of him.

Seeing that Yan Zhen still smiled again, he was stunned to make the old man in Qinghualou smile. Who is this red and white young man? Is it really your own benefactor?

Yan Chen looked at the old lady in Qinghua Building with a confused face, so she pulled the donkey and walked into the old lady, letting her look more carefully.

The pimp looked at the approaching Yan Chan. The more he looked at it, the more familiar he became, but he couldn't remember who it was. After all, there are not many such outstanding appearances in her small restaurants, and they are still young. Teeth, let alone teeth. There are many visitors coming and going, and she really can't remember it at this time.

Yan Qian put a fan against her chin and said with a tangled face, "One day two years ago, my mother spent thirty taels of silver to buy a baby. I don't know if my mother still remembers it?"

Speaking of this, how can the old lady in Qinghualou not remember that he bought three chicks in the past two years, only one of which cost thirty taels, because the chicks are good-looking and their small body make people want to love.

Who knows the result? Who thinks? This chick has a bad temper. Why didn't he refuse to do it? When he ** him, the result was taken away. I didn't make any money, and I ran away with a little man.

At the thought of this matter, the old pimp of Qinghualou was angry and always worried. Looking back on this, something suddenly flashed in her head, and then looked at the face in front of her. This was the chick at that time.

It's just that compared with two years ago, he is taller and his skin is a little darker, but he is also white and slightly plump, but his face is not much different.

Looking at the person in front of her, wearing brocade clothes and hanging two jade pendants, she has opened this Qinghua Building for so many years. No one has seen it. It can be seen at a glance that it is the best product. If you are not rich, you are noble. If you are not rich, you are noble.

However, at this time, the old lady didn't remember how she treated Yan Chan at that time. She just remembered that Yan Chan, which made her spend money but didn't make any money, which made her remember deeply.

The slightly trembling Qinghualou old pupe raised his hand and continued to tremble and pointed to Yan Chan, "You, you, you are the one who ran away, and let me, let me lose the silver to buy, chick?"

Yan Zhen smiled and said nothing. He narrowed his eyes slightly, opened the fan slowly, pretended to fan twice, and Xiaowu looked at Yan Zhen's posture and opened his mouth to answer for him, "Mom, what do you think?"