Chapter 7 Playing So Colorfully

Xiao Yuheng frowned, endured the discomfort in his ears, and said softly:

"I appreciate the girls' kindness, but I won't accept the gifts. I have something important to attend to today, so I hope you can help me."

The girls were already stunned by his beauty and didn't hear what he said at all. They just stood there in a daze, their eyes full of hearts.

That look was exactly the same as the one the Queen of the Kingdom of Women gave Tang Monk.

When Changfeng saw that everyone was drunk and he was the only one sober, he knew that the opportunity had come.

He quickly drew his sword, pushed everyone back, and then swung his whip.

The carriage started again. Xiao Yuheng frowned and sat back in his seat. He said to Chang Feng outside the carriage, "Next time you go out, use a low-key carriage."

"oh."

Changfeng responded while urging the horse to gallop across Chang'an Avenue, enter Furong Lane, and finally stop in front of Mantingfang's door.

Xiao Yuheng got off the carriage, and after confirming that there was no one familiar around, he strode through the door and headed straight for the private room on the second floor.

After a while, the ambiguous laughter of a man and a woman could be heard from the second floor.

Shen Yue on the roof opposite couldn't help but snorted coldly, "You kid, you said you were going to a banquet, but it turns out you came to visit a brothel!"

Somehow, she recalled Teacher Zhao Zhongxiang's words: Spring is here, everything is revived, and it's the breeding season for animals again...

Mantingfang is the largest brothel in Sifang City. The girls there are all so beautiful that they are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. They are most popular among the young men from rich families. It seems that Xiao Yuheng is no exception.

But it's none of her business, she just needs to do her job.

This place is full of good and bad people. Besides them, there must be other masters. We need to be well prepared for defense.

Shen Yue jumped off the roof and arranged the shadow guards on the roof, outside the window, on the treetops, and in front of the door, while she found an excuse to leave secretly.

Since she finally got to go out, she had to do something serious.

She went to the street, bought a veil hat and put it on her head, then she found her way into the gate of Songhe Hall.

The owner of Songhetang was an eighty-year-old grandfather. He looked at her small pill again and again, frowning and stroking his beard from time to time.

Shen Yue was getting a little impatient waiting, so she asked, "How is it? Can you do it?"

The old man raised his eyelids and said, "This is the antidote to the bone-eroding powder. Who are you, young master?"

"That's not your question. Just tell me whether you can do it or not!" Shen Yue didn't want to waste time talking to him and knocked on the table impatiently.

The old man shook his head. "Bone-Eroding Powder is unique to the Netherworld Palace. Not to mention that I can't make an antidote, even if I could, I wouldn't dare wade into this muddy water."

"I knew it." Shen Yue pursed her lips unhappily, snatched the pill and was about to leave.

"etc!"

The old man walked over the counter to her and said in a whisper, "You definitely can't buy this at an ordinary clinic or pharmacy. You can try your luck at Wanbao Pavilion in the black market in the east of the city."

"Thank you, old man!"

Shen Yue held the brim of her hat and walked out of the store, thinking to herself:

It takes about half an hour to ride to the east of the city, plus the trip to buy medicine, so the round trip takes two hours.

Even if Xiao Yuheng was as strong as a dragon and a tiger, it was impossible for her to stay in Mantingfang for two hours. By then, her absence from her post would definitely be discovered.

Forget it, I'd better find an opportunity to leave the house at night.

Having made up her mind, she prepared to go back.

A breeze blew by, and the sweet smell of cakes hit her nose. Only then did Shen Yue remember that she still had to buy peach blossom cakes for the dog prince.

She walked in the direction of the fragrance and saw a pastry stall.

The small table was filled with freshly baked pastries, such as osmanthus cake, hazelnut cake, mung bean cake... and of course peach blossom cake.

"How much is the peach blossom cake?" She asked the price while looking around habitually.

This is a habit unique to mercenaries. No matter where she is, she will subconsciously get to know the environment in order to deal with possible emergencies.

No, she saw through the trick at first sight.

Ten meters away at a jewelry stall, a man was fiddling with a jade bracelet in his hand, glancing towards her from time to time.

At the same time, a corner of a black hairband appeared behind the roof on the other side.

It turned out that someone was worried about her and sent someone to follow her. She is indeed a cunning fox.

"Young Master, Young Master?" The shopkeeper's voice brought her back to her senses.

"Peach blossom cakes are two cents each. How many do you want?"

"Ten dollars."

As Shen Yue spoke, she took out a copper coin and put it in the shopkeeper's hand. She took the oil-paper bag, jumped up, and landed steadily on the roof.

The man who was following her had long since disappeared, leaving only the sound of the wind, which made her clothes flutter and rustle.

Without thinking too much, she tapped her toes, leaped onto the treetops, and flew towards Mantingfang.

While flying, he sighed: The original owner's lightness skills are really useful!

When she returned to the roof of Mantingfang, she did not see anyone from the Second Division. She looked down and found that Xiao Yuheng had already come to the door and was saying goodbye to a man and a woman.

The girl was as pretty as a flower and as gentle as a toy. She was Cheng Sijin, the most popular courtesan in Mantingfang.

It is said that she specializes in serving dignitaries, and her daily travel is even more grand than that of the prime minister's daughter.

Shen Yue had never seen this man before, but judging from the material of his clothes and the jeweled sword at his waist, he must be the son of a military family.

While the young man was saying something, he was dishonestly rubbing Cheng Sijin's lower back.

Cheng Sijin looked shy, and pretended to be angry and punched him twice on the chest, then rubbed against Xiao Yuheng and acted coquettishly:

"Your Highness, look at how shameless Prince Song is. I still prefer someone as reserved as Your Highness..."

Shen Yue couldn't help laughing. He was still reserved? If he was reserved, he wouldn't have ignored so many good girls and come to Mantingfang to play a threesome game with you.

She only realized today that the ancient people were so creative, just like what was described in that little article.

“Heh, heh heh…”

Shen Yue stood on the roof, rolling her eyes to the sky, completely unaware that the man downstairs was looking up at her.

“Shen Er, don’t come down!”

"Hey, here it comes!"

Noticing Xiao Yuheng's displeased look, she hurriedly jumped off the roof.

Because she was too anxious, she almost twisted her ankle when she landed, which made the man frown.

"I've only been out for half an hour, and you've already sneaked away. It seems you don't want to be the director."

"Oh no... I didn't know Your Highness would be so fast..."

As Shen Yue spoke, she unconsciously glanced at his waist and abdomen.

The man saw this and a trace of stiffness flashed across his face: "What do you mean by so fast?"

"Um, I mean, there's a pastry shop next door. I went to buy peach blossom cakes. Look!"

Chen Yue quickly changed the subject and opened the oil-paper bag as if presenting a treasure.

Xiao Yuheng was silent for a moment and looked away.

"Get in the car, I want to inspect the goods."

Shen Yue: ???

No, what's there to test? The boss said it's made with the first peach blossoms of early spring, so the ingredients are very sufficient, how could it be fake?

But no matter what, she could not disobey the king's order, so she finally got on the carriage with a drooping face.