Chapter 3 Zhao Ling, King of Qin

Changle Street, as the name implies. This is the most prosperous night market in Chang'an, full of the fragrance of the softest woman's powder and the smell of the most masculine man's sweat. There is a depravity and revelry everywhere.

Anlefang, Xinghuaju and Huamanlou are the three largest brothels on Changle Street, and each of them is famous for their different characteristics, attracting the playboys and literati in Beijing to stop, becoming a veritable ecstasy cave and a golden nest.

Among them, Anlefang has a good sound, and most of the most popular music in Beijing flows out from Anlefang. The sound is indescribably light and elegant. Xinghuaju is good at dancing. Every once in a while, the latest dances will be launched. The willows have a barbars and endless amorous feelings. Huamanlou wins with the beauty of a girl. With lust, his reputation is still inferior to the two brothels in front of him, but he can't resist the traffic in front of the door, and the guests are like running water.

The boss Yan Niang, who is full of flowers, has a thick rouge on her face, as if to hide the traces carved by the ruthless passage of time. Her lips are always full of enthusiastic but not flattering smiles. She was greeting the guests, and the smile on her face suddenly condensed, and her delicate eyebrows couldn't help jumping, "It's over, why is this plague god coming again?"

Following Yan Niang's eyes, she saw a prince in a blue brocade robe coming with a group of attendants, with an arrogant and arrogant look. This man in blue is none other than Murong Xuan, the legitimate son of the left prime minister Murong Hua.

Yan Niang raised a perfect smile on her lips and walked towards Murong Xuan in all kinds of amorous feelings. She smiled from afar and said, "Isn't this Mr. Murong? What kind of wind brought you here?"

Murong Xuan glanced at Yan Niang faintly and looked up and said, "I'll talk to Xiyue for a while and ask her to come out to see me!" ...No, I'd better go find her!"

Yan Niang hurriedly grabbed Murong Xuan's figure who was about to go upstairs and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Mr. Murong, Miss Xiyue, she can't meet guests today!" Do you think this is good? Yan Niang will find a good one for you! Xifeng, come and accompany Mr. Murong!"

While talking, he saw a gorgeous woman leaning on Murong Xuan's chest. Murong Xuan frowned, pushed the woman who was showing affection, looked at Yan Niang angrily and said, "Are you looking down on me? Such vulgar fans dare to stain my eyes!"

Yan Niang hurriedly smiled and said, "How dare you? It's just that Miss Xiyue is really inconvenient to meet guests today..."

Murong Xuan waved his hand and interrupted Yan Niang's words. A servant behind him surrounded him. Murong Xuan said angrily, "Today, if I don't see Xiyue, I will smash the flower building!"

Yan Niang was so scared that she was so scared that she begged for mercy and said, "Mr. Murong raised your hand high and show mercy!"

Murong Xuan looked at Yan Niang calmly and asked, "The last time I asked you, where is Miss Xiyue?"

After all, Yan Niang is a person who has seen the world. This time, Zi Xiyue is seeing Lu Hao, the son of the eldest princess of the current dynasty. The people in Beijing know that the two have always been at peace. If Murong Xuan knows this matter and overturns the vinegar jar, I'm afraid it will kill people. At that time, don't say that Hua Manlou can't save this life! Therefore, at this moment, Yan Niang can't let go anyway.

"Xiyue, Xiyue is not feeling well and can't see guests!"

"Blam it!" Murong Xuan pushed Yan Niang aside, stepped aside, picked up a blue porcelain glazed vase on the small table, and fell to the ground fiercely. When the other people saw that the master had done it, they scrambled and smashed the things in the house. Suddenly, screams, angry scolding, and begging for mercy became a mess, and the guests dispersed in panic.

" Stop it!" A loud or small voice sounded, but everyone could hear him clearly. I saw a young teenager standing in front of the purple-red carved handrails on the stairs on the second floor, about 17 or 18 years old, with beautiful eyebrows and handsome bones.

Murong Xuan has been wandering around since he was a child. He knows almost all the noble children in Beijing, but he doesn't know the identity of this teenager, but his calm and leisurely temperament cannot be ignored, that is, his tone softened and he said loudly, "Who are you? How dare you order me to act?"

After the teenager bent slightly to see Murong Xuan, he walked down the stairs slowly, stopped three steps away from Murong Xuan, bowed to him again, and said faintly, "The villain dares not order the prince, but my master has something to say to the prince!" The teenager was In the sleeve, at an angle that Murong Xuan can see, a gold medal engraved with five-clawed dragon patterns is shown, and in the middle of the gold medal is the word "Qin".

Murong Xuan suddenly turned pale. He looked at the teenager and stammered and said, "He, is he back?"

The teenager smiled and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Murong Xuan.

Murong Xuan took it tremblingly and opened it. There was only one word on it, "Get out!"

Murong Xuan put away the note, hurriedly greeted the servant behind him, and left in frustration.

To make the prime minister afraid like this, everyone guessed who the young man's master was, and their eyes were a little more awe when they looked at the teenager. And the teenager's expression was still faint. With a smile, he went upstairs again.

The young man stood respectfully at the door of an elegant room on the second floor and said, "Master, it's done!"

"Ye-huh!" After a long time, a lazy voice came from behind the bead curtain in the elegant room. The voice was full of male magnetism and strength. A simple syllable syllable can smell the superiority of the people inside. It makes people want to find out how magnificent the true face of the people inside is just by their voice. "By the way, check the identity of this Xiyue, don't say anything!"

"Yes!"

In the elegant room, a faint yellow halo is dyed in the boundless night, and a wisp of like orchid fragrance is on the tip of the nose. It has been lingering for a long time, and a few trace of piano sounds are played in my ears. Clear and pleasant to the ear. It was just when he was indifferent and suddenly turned into an iron horse, and the silver bottle was broken. When it comes to the place of affection, it is cold.

If the sound of the piano is like a person, this person's mind is really unpredictable.

A pair of slender fingers skillfully carried away on the strings, and the cuffs of the white brocade robe embroidered with verdant bamboo leaves brushed up from time to time in the night wind.

There was a woman leaning against the window. The woman was wearing a long pink skirt and covered with white silk on her face. She looked at the man stroking the piano in front of her without blinking. Her familiar eyebrows and eyes were gradually filled with tears. The unconcealed wrinkles in the corners of her eyes showed that she was no longer young.

After wiping his tears, the man in front of him stopped stroking the piano and asked with concern, "Why are you crying?"

The woman shook her head and said, "Nothing, I just think of how unfair this ruthless fate we are, and my sister who is still suffering endlessly in the place where the sun is not seen, I will feel endless suffering in my heart!"

The man sighed, and the sword eyebrows slanted into his sideburns condensed slightly, looking solemn and solemn. A few traces of sharp hatred appeared in his deep eyes like an ancient pool, and his thin lips squeezed, "I won this time, and I didn't die on the battlefield as she wanted. The old witch should make some action. I'm afraid I can't come to see you often in the future!"

The woman also sighed slightly, "Your marriage with Murong Mansion has spread all over the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, and has become a fact that cannot be changed. I don't want your lifelong happiness to be sacrificed in this political marriage. Sometimes I hope you are just an ordinary person and live the most ordinary and happy life.

"But God has given me such an identity. I have the responsibility I must bear and the courage to take responsibility. Children in a family like ours are stained with too much blood and killing. We are not qualified to be happy. I don't have the people in the brilliant Zijin Palace, nor There will be!" A trace of sarcasm faded in the man's deep eyes. He got up and walked to the woman, put his head on the woman's thigh, closed his eyes, and his expression was as calm as a child who didn't learn anything about the world.

This appearance can be decisive with the killing on the battlefield. Is Zhao Ling, the king of the hell Shura Qin, who is stained with blood in his robe, alone?

And in another elegant room on the second floor.

A maid said a few words in front of a young woman in a light blue butterfly narcissus long skirt. The woman frowned unhappily, turned around and looked at the young man who was tasting tea coldly. She said faintly, "It's late at night, please come back!"

Lu Hao was stunned and didn't understand why he turned his face at this moment. He carefully thought about whether he had offended her. However, looking at the woman's eyes like spring water, her skin like gel, her delicate face like flowers, and her figure as soft as willow branches, she was in a trance.

"I'm tired of my family, please come back!" Xiyue said coldly again.

Lu Hao said repeatedly, "Since the girl is tired, the girl will rest early. Lu Hao will talk to the girl another day!" While talking, he looked at Xiyue reluctantly a few more times before leaving.

When Lu Hao's back disappeared, Xiyue just looked at the bleak moonlight in the sky coldly, recruited the maids who were waiting beside him, and said, "Send a greeting to Murong Er Shao tomorrow. I will invite him to enjoy the flowers tomorrow!"

The maid retreats. Soon after, Xiyue called another maid and said, "Try to Yan Niang and change all the orchids in the house. I like the begonias in the eastern suburbs. Tell her to pick some for me tomorrow!"

"Yes!"

Xiyue took off the hairpin on her head and gently touched the bean lamp. The dim yellow light hit her beautiful face, with a perfect lip-shaped smile, a few traces of play and a trace of cruelty.

The prince of the family in the Huaman Building doesn't have many ears. Now I'm afraid that the prince in Chang'an knows that the top brand in the Huaman Building likes begonia, and of course, there is the stupid Lu Hao. Well, she is really looking forward to the farce in the eastern suburbs tomorrow!