Fenglelou.

The old storyteller on the stage was telling the story of the scholar encountering a female ghost at Lanruo Temple.

The audience below listened with rapt attention.

To match the atmosphere, the lights inside the building were dimmed, and the waitresses serving tea and wine wore veils, making them appear indistinct and quite alluring.

Qi Su turned her head to the side, her head almost touching the shoulder of the person next to her.

I asked quietly, "Master, do you like this kind of story?"

The young man sitting next to him was sitting very upright.

Upon hearing this, he offered a very formal and methodical critique.

"The story is full of twists and turns and quite interesting."

He spoke with great interest, but his face showed no sign of liking it.

Because his wrists were bare—Qi Su forbade him from wearing Buddhist prayer beads when he came out.

He twirled his fingers together and placed his hands on his knees.

Look at your nose with your eyes, and your heart with your nose.

It doesn't seem like they're here to listen to a story; it seems more like they're here to meditate.

After listening to one of the stories, Qi Su gave Yun Wuyi a few dozen copper coins as a reward and then dragged him out of the storytelling hall.

"Since you don't like noisy places, let's find a quiet place."

…

Fenglelou, as the number one restaurant in Beijing, consists of five buildings.

Three stories high, five floors facing each other, with flying bridges and railings, light and shadow connecting, magnificent and splendid like a city that never sleeps.

The pomegranate-red gauze is dreamlike and ethereal.

Golden bells jingled sweetly between her snow-white ankles, adding a playful and lively touch.

The waist rotates and twists.

Her slender fingers, painted with bright red cardamom, opened and closed like flower buds blooming in the wind.

His Highness the Prince of Qishan, sitting to the side, endured it all.

I could no longer tolerate it.

He glanced at the bright-eyed, cheerful woman beside him.

"This is the quiet place you were talking about?"

The girl next to him blinked.

"There are only a few of us here, isn't that peaceful enough?"

The room was partially draped with sheer curtains, and the air was filled with the gentle fragrance of incense.

Besides the two of them, there were four other dancers.

In terms of atmosphere alone, it was indeed much quieter than the storytelling stage in front.

The King of Qishan remained silent.

He closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Qi Su nudged him.

"Don't be like that. It's not easy to take you out on a date. You should learn to appreciate the beauty of life!"

The King of Qishan remained silent.

Qi Su: "I didn't even call those guys with V-lines for you, I specially invited a group of girls."

The King of Qishan spoke this time.

He asked, "What is a V-line?"

Yes, that's a good question.

Qi Su: "Don't worry about it, you have one too."

If he doesn't want to watch it, then so be it.

Qi Su clapped her hands, dismissing the dancers from the room.

After entering February, the weather in Ganjing warmed up considerably, but charcoal braziers were still burning in the private rooms of Fenglelou.

The room was warm and cozy, perfect for doing something a little less respectable.

Qi Su kicked off her shoes.

"Since you don't like them dancing, then I'll dance instead."

Then, in front of Yun Wuyi, she took off her outer garment, revealing her narrow waist that was bound by her inner garment.

She stretched out her arms and made two gestures.

I feel pretty good about myself.

"Guest, please select the piece you wish to listen to: Feathered Robe Song, Romantic Cherry Blossoms, or Walking in the Rain."

Yun Wuyi remained silent for a moment.

"The first one."

The last two sound a bit frivolous.

Qi Su: "Okay, the track is loading, and it will be playing for you soon, Feather Robe Song."

Qi Su can dance a weird Feather Robe Dance.

She learned some classical dance when she was filming a period drama.

But it's enough to fool the young man.

Spinning, leaping, I closed my eyes—

No, it should be: gracefully turning and twirling, charmingly swaying, leaping like pearls and shaking like jade, with Wu-style ribbons fluttering in the wind.

Fortunately, His Highness is still able to bear it.

After jumping around for a few minutes, Qi Su's lustful desires began to rise.

The lighting here is so ambiguous, and the temperature is so pleasant; it's perfect for doing something risqué.

As she danced, she took off her single layer of clothing, revealing a pink tube top and her fair, slender arms underneath.

Clouds without shadows...

He used the excuse of drinking tea to turn his gaze away.

Qi Su: "There's no water in your cup, what are you drinking?"

She was very close, and casually twisted her waist.

She placed her fingers on the strapless top, as if to pull it off.

Yun Wuyi's expression changed drastically.

He suddenly stood up, strode out of the room, his steps hurried and disheveled.

Qi Su burst into laughter.

"Master, isn't it said that all is emptiness? Why are you running away?"

She picked up her coat and put it on before chasing after the man, whose face had turned red with embarrassment.

.

Outside the door is a white stone path.

A red cherry tree grows by the roadside, and beneath the cherry tree stands a beautiful woman holding a pipa.

Hanxiao stood in the middle of the road, barely blocking Yun Wuyi's view.

"Young master, you look somewhat familiar."

Qi Su... Such a pretty girl, and she still uses the usual pickup lines.

Unexpectedly, the next second, she immediately impressed Qi Su.

"Young master looks somewhat familiar; he bears a striking resemblance to Zen Master Daoci of Ci'en Temple."

The wind blows, flowers fall, and all is quiet.

The girl holding the pipa smiled sweetly.

"Why is the young master silent? Could it be that I guessed correctly?"

Her gaze swept over Yun Wuyi, and she nodded to Qi Su behind her.

"That young lady must be the Qi family lady who stirred Master Daoci's worldly desires and even made him renounce his vows?"

Wow, you know so much.

They're up to no good.

Qi Su: "Why don't we go inside and talk?"

The girl holding the pipa laughed.

"No need for that. It was just a coincidence that we met today. I happened to be passing on a message to Master Daoci on behalf of an old friend."

She took out a jade pendant from the purse hanging on her body and handed it to Dao Ci.

"This is something an old friend asked me to pass on."

With all his belongings on him, it's too far-fetched to say it was just a coincidence.

"I have heard that the Master has been in a difficult situation these past few days, and I am quite concerned about him."

"My old friend is now in the south, but I have a few old acquaintances still in the capital. Please invite the master to come here on the night of the full moon in a few days so that we can catch up."

After saying this, she bowed slightly, picked up her pipa, and gracefully left.

This girl reeks of worldly cosmetics and has been working at Fengle Tower for quite some time.

It seems everyone likes to hire pretty girls as spies.

The jade pendant of excellent quality lay in Dao Ci's palm.

The front is carved with orchids in openwork.

There is a "泽" character on the back.

Qi Su: "This looks pretty expensive."

Yun Wuyi showed her the jade pendant.

“An item belonging to the former imperial family.”

"Forehead?"

“Yunze was originally the Prince of Songyang of the Zhou Dynasty. He is my third elder brother.”

Qi Su suddenly realized.

"Is that the Prince of Songyang, who married the Princess of Southern Chu, received a military rank in Southern Chu, and opposes Great Yan at every turn?"

Yun Wuyi: "It's not important."

His expression was calm and composed.

Qi Su: "Then let's go back and continue watching the song and dance performances."

Clouds without shadows...

Those dark, cold eyes instantly landed on her face.

Qi Su: "What's wrong? I'm not going to eat you. I didn't even get dressed properly because I was chasing after you."

Seeing her innocent expression, it was clear that her outer garment was casually draped over her body.

Yun Wuyi pursed his thin lips and turned to walk into the room.