Chapter 33 I am such a little genius!

Jiang Zhaorong wanted to change his words, but seeing his daughter's clear eyes full of expectation, looking at him eagerly...

Jiang Zhaorong sighed in his heart.

Forget it, she is still young, and it is reasonable for her to want to watch out of curiosity. After all, he can ask someone to set up a private room, sing some songs and dance, and such dirty things will not pollute Zhiyu's eyes.

After finding an excuse to convince himself, Jiang Zhaorong carried her to the carriage and ordered: "It's okay, but you have to promise Dad that you will never tell your mother about this, okay?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded like a garlic.

[Ahhh, Dad, you are my real dad, it's great, it's great, there are finally entertainment activities! ]

Jiang Zhaorong chuckled, and his laughter was full of doting.

Now he was happier and happier looking at Jiang Zhiyu. He didn't know what had possessed him before. How could he have the heart to not teach such a lovely daughter in person?

Jiang Zhiyu excitedly opened the curtain and looked outside. The moon was bright in the sky, the lights were on, and people were reflected on the stained glass windows of the tavern. Wherever he looked, there was a bustling crowd. The carriage

stopped and started. Jiang Zhiyu's hands were full of small toys such as candied haws and windmills, and he couldn't put them down.

After a few minutes, the carriage stopped.

Knowing that they had arrived, Jiang Zhaorong picked up the mask he had just bought, put it on Jiang Zhiyu, and then picked up one and put it on himself.

Many of his colleagues also have a homosexual taste. Every time they invited him out, he would make excuses. If they caught him, his reputation would be ruined!

Jiang Zhiyu was led inside by him, his eyes shining.

It looked ordinary from the outside, but once you entered the door, it was as if you entered another world. The floor tiles were emerald green and smooth, as if they were paved with jade. When

Jiang Zhiyu stepped on the ground, he always felt like he was stepping on money.

[Only the richest man can afford to open this! Who is the boss? I don’t want to work hard anymore!!!]

Jiang Zhaorong instinctively felt that it was not a good thing. After handing the silver to the waiter who came to lead the way, he whispered, "Take us to the private room."

The private room was upstairs. When Jiang Zhiyu followed him up, he looked down frequently.

In the hall, there were clinking glasses, music and dancing. On the high platform in the center, four men were dancing. Their postures were worthy of the four words "weak willow supporting the wind", but unfortunately they were wearing veils and could not be seen clearly.

While she observed the others, their combination also attracted a lot of people's attention.

Their figures were obviously father and daughter. The father took his daughter to visit a brothel? This was also a strange story. Some

people below had already sneered.

The young men sitting in the center hugged each other and laughed loudly.

"The world is really big, and there are all kinds of strange things, hahaha."

"Not necessarily, what if it's that kind of relationship? Come here to seek excitement, huh?"

Ambiguous laughter gradually rose.

"Is it, brother Lu?"

Lu Daizong watched them enter the door, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Why does this figure look so familiar?

An exquisite little room, full of splendor, with carpets underneath, landscape paintings on the walls, and the wine pot on the table in the middle is particularly exquisite.

Jiang Zhaorong stopped Jiang Zhiyu from pouring the wine, and said to the waiter, "Go pour a pot of tea."

The wine in the romantic place is more or less mixed with aphrodisiacs, and he can't let Zhiyu drink it.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't care about the wine. She took a deep breath and felt that what came to her nose was not the fragrance, but the breath of money.

[Compared to this, even the prime minister's mansion doesn't have this much money.]

Jiang Zhaorong: "..."

Unable to refute.

He was honest to begin with. In order to get Jiang Jianjin, he spent a huge amount of money, even selling several small villages.

No, he was led astray by his daughter. How could the prime minister's residence be compared with this place of love and pleasure!

"Dad, I see that other people have male lovers serving them. Why don't we call one?"

"You wish," Jiang Zhaorong pointed to the door, "Just lie there and watch. If you want me to call you alone, there is no way."

Jiang Zhiyu curled his lips.

"What's the difference between just watching here and not coming? It's so far away, you can't even see it." "

It's just dancing. If you want to watch, Daddy will set up a stage for you in the Prime Minister's Mansion someday. Wouldn't it be more fun than here?"

Jiang Zhaorong drank a cup of tea and stood beside her, criticizing: "You don't have a bit of masculinity. If you were on the battlefield, my son could kill ten people with one sword!"

Jiang Zhiyu was speechless.

[I'm not here to see your dancing skills! I'm here to see your flesh! I want to see your chest muscles!!!]

Jiang Zhaorong: "..."

Tsk, how can my daughter not be reserved at all?

This won't work. Jiang Zhiyu rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.

"Dad~" Jiang Zhiyu's eyes were filled with tears: "Since you're here, if you don't let your concubine serve you, wouldn't the money you spent on the private room be wasted?"

There was some truth in what he said.

Jiang Zhaorong's expression relaxed, and Jiang Zhiyu continued, "And Dad, you must only come here this time, so just take it as an experience. And I heard that the adults often come here. Under the influence of wine and sex, people are most likely to let down their guard. Dad, you might even hear some big news, no, big news."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded affirmatively.

At first glance, it all sounded like a fallacy, but after thinking about it carefully, it did make some sense. Jiang Zhaorong waved his hand and said, "Yes! At most two, you can choose by yourself."

"Okay."

Jiang Zhiyu took the picture album held by the waiter and looked at it carefully.

She looked very serious, and those who didn't know would think she was choosing a husband.

Jiang Zhiyu flipped through the pages one by one, secretly noting down the numbers she liked. With Jiang Zhaorong around, she definitely wouldn't be able to see any chest muscles or striptease, but she had already gotten used to it and knew the process. Next time she came, she could just order directly.

[Not this time, I'll pick a few similar ones first and wait for next time! ]

[I have already thought of an excuse. I will say that I went to the Dali Temple to help. Then I can collude with Shi An and the guards at the door. Wouldn't it be perfect? ​​Hahaha. ]

[I am such a little genius! ]

Jiang Zhaorong: "..."

There will be no next time for you!

After a while, Jiang Zhiyu handed the selected number to the waiter. The waiter looked at the wooden sign in his hand with embarrassment: "Miss, can you choose another one? Qingyi is serving Master Lu. I am afraid she can't come."

[Master Lu, Lu Daizong or Lu Yaozu? ]

[Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway. ]

Jiang Zhiyu said: "Then I will pick another one."

After she chose, she handed it to the waiter. The waiter went down to take the person away. Jiang Zhaorong touched his nose: "Before, Anle Hou of the hunting ground once talked to me alone. He said that he intends to marry you to Master Lu Er."

Jiang Zhiyu: ???

She was shocked: "Why me? Didn't Emperor Lu Daizong hate me?"

[He was beaten out of Stockholm by himself? No, he didn't know it was his own fault! ]