Reality of the world

Lin Huai'en was deeply troubled by the emperor's impotence. If he mishandled it, it would be a major event that would affect the country. Finally, Lin Huai'en consulted a married colleague and finally got a clue.

The married colleague raised an eyebrow. As someone who had been through it all, he said with experience, "If a man is impotent, it's probably because he's bored. If you take him to a new environment, the fresh air will make him more ferocious than a tiger."

"Where should we go then?"

"A brothel."

Take His Majesty to the fireworks place... Lin Huai'en hesitated for a moment.

"Men like enchanting and romantic women when it comes to that. If he can't even get interested in the beauties in the brothel, then he's probably really useless and there's no cure. He should just be content and die without an offspring." The colleague waved his hand.

Seeing his colleague's determination, Lin Huai'en also gritted his teeth and made a decision to take His Majesty to the brothel for a look. His method was a little unconventional, but maybe it would really work. After all, so many men in the world were addicted to brothels, which showed that they still had a certain appeal.

After making up his mind, Lin Huai'en went back to the Imperial Study and sat at the Imperial Desk, helping Emperor Shaoze review the memorials one by one. During the busy farming season, officials from all over the country sent in so many memorials that it took a long time to review them all.

Lin Huai'en invited, "Your Majesty, I will take you out of the palace incognito."

Di Shaoze placed the wolf-hair brush on the pen holder and said, "Hmm."

Lin Huai'en asked in return: "Your Majesty doesn't even ask why?"

Emperor Shaoze pondered for a moment, "My dear, you must have your reasons for doing something. Besides, even if you have nothing to do, I am happy to accompany you."

Lin Huai'en curled the corners of his lips, very satisfied with Di Shaoze's answer.

Following Lin Huai'en's words, Di Shaoze changed into his most ordinary clothes. Walking down the long street, he immediately attracted a large number of women who stole glances at him and asked around to find out which family he belonged to. The clothes concealed Di Shaoze's identity, but they couldn't hide his handsome features.

Lin Huai'en, who was walking in front of him, became a target for a moment. The women all stared at him, wondering which lucky girl had married such a man.

Feeling the increasing number of gazes around him, Lin Huai'en couldn't help but quicken his pace.

As they walked, Di Shaoze suddenly called out pitifully from behind: "Huai En, I'm hungry."

Lin Huai'en only then noticed that it was time to eat, and it was time to feed...

Perhaps because Di Shaoze's appearance was so deceptive, an old woman immediately complained, "Heh... this daughter-in-law is so cruel! Her handsome husband is so hungry, but she refused to give him a bowl of rice. She just left on her own."

"Yes, yes, what's wrong with giving a bowl of rice to a hungry man? This wife is too much!"

"Ah, I just don't know how to cherish what I have..."

When he first heard it, Lin Huai'en thought he had starved Di Shaoze for seven or eight days.

Perhaps in the eyes of every woman, the grievances of handsome men are not grievances, but rather "pitiful, weak and helpless, like the dim sun and moon, and the sorrow of the mountains and rivers."

In order not to appear to be mistreating her 'husband' and to appease the public anger, Lin Huai'en looked around and quickly identified a noodle stall where he often ate.

Thinking that Di Shaoze didn't eat ordinary noodles at all, Lin Huai'en was a little unsure about his preferences, so after sitting down, he began to recommend to him.

"This restaurant has been here for five years and hasn't moved. Don't be fooled by its small size; it's actually very filling. The lady boss is also very nice and always gives me extra beef."

An old shop like this not only has plenty of food, but also has a strong sense of humanity between regular customers and the proprietress. Every time Lin Huai'en eats the extra beef, he feels a lot warmer in his chest.

Soon, the proprietress brought up two bowls of cooked noodles.

Lin Huai'en's bowl did indeed have a few slices of beef added to it.

Lin Huai'en looked up and saw that Di Shaoze's bowl was filled with beef, eggs, green onions, etc...

Lin Huaien: “…”

Looking at the figure of the proprietress infatuated with Di Shaoze not far away, Lin Huai'en felt a chill in his chest, and suddenly felt what it meant to be a cold and indifferent society and a lack of human feelings.

All these years, it was all in vain...

Di Shaoze picked up his chopsticks and put the beef and egg on the noodles into Lin Huaien's bowl. Soon, Lin Huaien's bowl was also full.

Lin Huai'en was stunned. "Your Majesty, don't you want to eat? Is it not to your liking?"

Di Shaoze denied it, "It smells delicious just by smelling it. I do want to eat it. But since I saw you liked it, I wanted you to eat more."

Lin Huai'en curled the corners of his mouth and his mood improved a little.

After chatting for a few sentences, the two quickly picked up their chopsticks and lowered their heads to eat noodles. Due to their familiarity with each other, there was no awkwardness or awkwardness even if they didn't say a word to each other.

A cool breeze blowing by the river, a noodle stall, and a bowl of noodle soup—these were the most common sights in Lin Huai'en's life. Now, the addition of Di Shaoze wasn't out of place, like someone who should have been there long ago, blending naturally and unhindered into the scene.

After eating, Lin Huai'en felt a little full, and he and Di Shaoze walked slowly along the river bank, much like they were taking a stroll. Perhaps sensing the long-lost atmosphere, Di Shaoze's emotions were aroused, and he sighed softly, "Since I ascended the throne, my dear ministers have rarely come to see me..."

Lin Huai'en's heart tightened immediately, and he secretly looked at Di Shaoze's expression.

Since Emperor Shaoze ascended the throne, the two of them had not been able to get along so easily for a long time. Lin Huai'en didn't think it was a big deal. After all, Emperor Shaoze was busy with all kinds of affairs, and he was also tied up in his official duties, so it was difficult for him to find time to meet.

Even today, it was because of the matter of offspring that Lin Huai'en made an appointment with Di Shaoze.

But now, when he suddenly heard this from Di Shaoze, Lin Huai'en realized that Di Shaoze had been secretly feeling lost because of this all these years...

As they walked, they finally arrived at their final destination - Wanhua Tower.

Because it was his first time in a brothel, Lin Huai'en felt a little embarrassed when he smelled the fragrance of powder. He stopped at the door and didn't dare to go in. He could only grab a client and start asking questions.

The client who was being questioned had drunken eyes. Seeing the other woman's elegant and pleasant appearance, he couldn't help but feel his heart moved, so he reached out to touch the other woman's hand.

But soon, a large hand came over and gently brought the person who was mumbling and asking questions into his arms, keeping a distance from the client.

The client's hand suddenly fell empty.

Lin Huai'en was busy asking, "Are there any rules in Wanhua Tower? How do we recruit girls?"

Seeing the man next to him protecting his daughter Shuang'er tightly, the client could only suppress his lustful audacity, "When I heard you say that, I knew it was your first time here."

Lin Huai'en asked awkwardly, "Do you just throw money at me as soon as you get up there? And then give it to the girl according to the price?"

The client raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh, you're such a country bumpkin. Wanhua Tower is the top brothel, a den for countless high-ranking officials and wealthy young men. Do you think it's so easy to woo the girls here? You have to be a regular customer, or at least familiar with them. Otherwise, once you step in, you'll only get the most ordinary girls."

“Ah…I see…”

"Of course. And the most popular girls get to choose their own customers. After their nightly performance, they'll land in front of a regular customer, representing a moment of passion. Only occasionally, if you're lucky, will you land in front of some new guy who's willing to spend money. Like me, I've been here five years, and I've only met two. It's rare."

As soon as the three of them entered the door, four or five beautiful fallen flowers flew over and landed directly in front of Di Shaoze's feet.

Client: “…”

Lin Huaien: “…”

There is nothing in this world that beauty cannot achieve... If there is, then the other person must be blind...

"Sir, I am yours tonight."

"I rarely feel this moved. Tonight, you must choose me."

Since it was the first time for the top girls to fall in love with the same man, they were all unwilling to fall behind and crowded in front of Di Shaoze, vying for a moment of love with him.

Lin Huai'en felt something was wrong when he saw these girls eagerly offering themselves. Was it His Majesty who was having sex with others, or was it others who was having sex with His Majesty? ! ! ?

The madam quickly emerged from the crowd and tried to appease them, saying, "Hey, girls, stop quarreling! Don't hurt the harmony between the sisters."

The madam was understanding and had the servants escort the girls back to their rooms. She handed five flower cards to Di Shaoze and said, "Young man, go to the room of whichever girl you like. As for the fee..." The madam glanced at Di Shaoze's face lustfully and said, "Since this young man is so handsome, I won't charge you."

Wow... Is this the legendary freeloader?

Lin Huai'en picked the most enchanting of the five flower cards and brought Di Shaoze to the boudoir, urging him, "Your Majesty, this is a rare opportunity. Go and meet her."

Facing the heavily scented boudoir, Di Shaoze frowned, "Is it because I'm impotent that you came up with this idea? Letting prostitutes from the brothel seduce me?"

Lin Huai'en felt a little guilty for some reason. "Your Majesty, you are still young and have no children. Therefore, this impotence must be treated."

"Not necessarily..." Di Shaoze denied, "I may not be childless..."

As he spoke, Di Shaoze lowered his phoenix eyes and his gaze fell on Lin Huai'en's belly.

There is a hidden meaning.

Lin Huai'en reacted, his earlobes stained crimson, and he whispered shyly, "How can I get pregnant after just one time?"

Di Shaoze denied it again: "Not just once... six times."

Hearing Di Shaoze say this, Lin Huai'en was stunned at first, then his whole face flushed, and even his pupils trembled with shame. He said once was one night, but Di Shaoze said it was...

"Huai En..." Di Shaoze softened his tone, "I don't like brothels, and I don't want to get close to anyone other than you... Can you please not let me in..."

At this moment, Di Shaoze was like a little wolfdog with its tail between its legs, lowering its head towards Lin Huai'en and wagging the tip of its tail slightly for mercy.

Lin Huai'en couldn't bear to hear Di Shaoze look so pitiful. His heart softened and words to comfort him almost came out of his mouth.

"Oh, sir, why are you just standing at the door? Come in quickly." Miss Mudan couldn't wait any longer, so she opened the door herself to see Di Shaoze, and pulled Di Shaoze's body.

But Di Shaoze still looked at Lin Huai'en with reluctance. Lin Huai'en felt a little guilty. Somehow, he felt like a cruel owner who abandoned his well-behaved and innocent puppy to another person's yard.

With a click...

The door is closed.

Lin Huai'en couldn't help but regret it. Did he really have to send His Majesty to get close to the prostitutes just because His Majesty was impotent? In fact, there was another way. If His Majesty only wanted to get close to him, then he...

When he thought of the only remaining method, Lin Huai'en hesitated again.

Inside the door.

Only Miss Mudan and Di Shaoze were left.

Di Shaoze's expression changed instantly, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cold and indifferent look. He raised his palm and slapped the woman's dirty hands away, saying disdainfully: "Take your dirty hands away!"

Oiran: “???”

This was the first time a customer called her hands dirty...