Jiang Zhaorong wanted to change his words, but seeing his daughter's clear eyes full of anticipation, staring at him eagerly...
Jiang Zhaorong sighed inwardly.
Forget it, she is still young. It is reasonable for her to want to watch out of curiosity. She can ask someone to set up a private room for her, sing some songs and dance, and such dirty things will not enter her face.
After finding an excuse to convince himself, Jiang Zhaorong carried her onto the carriage and ordered, "Of course you can, but you have to promise Dad that you will never tell your mother about this, okay?"
Jiang Zhiyu nodded vigorously.
[Ahhh, Dad, you are my real dad. This is great, this is finally some entertainment!]
Jiang Zhaorong chuckled, his laughter full of doting.
Now the more he looked at Jiang Zhiyu, the happier he became. He didn't know what had possessed him before. How could he have the heart to not teach such a lovely daughter personally?
Jiang Zhiyu excitedly lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked outside. The moon was bright in the sky, the lights were on, and people's figures were reflected in the stained glass windows of the tavern. Wherever he looked, he saw a bustling crowd of people.
The carriage stopped and started, and Jiang Zhiyu's hands were full of small items such as candied haws and windmills, which she fiddled with lovingly.
After a few minutes, the carriage stopped.
Knowing that they had arrived at the destination, 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 had homosexual interests, and every time they invited him out, he would make excuses. If they caught him, his reputation would be ruined!
Jiang Zhiyu was led in by him, her eyes shining.
It looks ordinary from the outside, but once you enter, it's like entering another world. The floor tiles are emerald green and smooth, as if they were paved with jade.
Whenever Jiang Zhiyu stepped on the ground, he always felt like he was stepping on money.
[Only the richest person can afford this! Who's the boss? I don't want to work hard anymore!!!]
Jiang Zhaorong instinctively knew that this 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, and Jiang Zhiyu looked down frequently as she followed him up.
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 description of "weak willows supporting the wind", but unfortunately they were wearing veils, so the real look was not very clear.
While she was observing others, the pair also attracted a lot of attention.
Their figures clearly showed they were father and daughter. A father taking his daughter to a brothel? This was quite a curious story.
Some people below started to sneer.
The young men sitting in the middle were hugging each other and talking and laughing loudly.
"The world is so big, there are so many strange things, hahahaha."
"Not necessarily. What if it's that kind of relationship? Come here to seek excitement, huh?"
An ambiguous laugh gradually arose.
"Is that right, Brother Lu?"
Lu Daizong watched them enter the room, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
Why does this figure look so familiar?
An exquisite little room, full of splendor comes into view. The floor is covered with velvet carpets, landscape paintings are hung on the walls, and the wine jugs on the table in the middle are particularly exquisite.
Jiang Zhaorong stopped Jiang Zhiyu from pouring the wine and said to the waiter, "Go and pour a pot of tea."
The wine in the romantic place is mixed with aphrodisiacs to some extent, and he can't let the young fish 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 smell of money.
[Compared to this, even the Prime Minister's Mansion isn't this rich.]
Jiang Zhaorong: “…”
Can't refute it.
He was honest to begin with. In order to rescue Jiang Jianjin, he spent a huge amount of money and even sold several small farms.
No, he was led astray by his daughter. How could the Prime Minister's Mansion be compared with this place of romance!
"Dad, I see everyone else has a concubine to serve them, why don't we ask for one?"
"You wish," Jiang Zhaorong pointed outside the door and said, "Just lie there and watch. If you want me to call you alone, you can't do that."
Jiang Zhiyu curled the corner of his mouth.
"What's the difference between just watching from here and not coming? It's so far away, I can't even see it."
"It's just a dance. If you want to see it, Daddy can build a stage for you at the Prime Minister's Residence someday. Wouldn't it be more fun than here?"
Jiang Zhaorong drank a cup of tea and stood beside her, criticizing her: "You don't have any masculinity at all. If you were on the battlefield, I could kill ten of you with one sword!"
Jiang Zhiyu was speechless.
[I'm not here to see the dancing skills! I'm here to see the meat! I want to see the pecs!!!]
Jiang Zhaorong: “…”
Tsk, how come my daughter is not reserved at all?
This won’t do. Jiang Zhiyu rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.
"Dad~" Jiang Zhiyu's eyes were filled with tears. "Since we're here, if I don't let my concubine serve me, wouldn't the money I spent on the private room be a waste?"
There is some truth in what you said.
Jiang Zhaorong's expression relaxed, and Jiang Zhiyu continued, "And Dad, I'm sure you'll only be here this once, so just consider it an experience. I heard that the adults often come here too. 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 nonsense, but upon closer inspection, it did make some sense. Jiang Zhaorong waved his hand and said, "Recruit! Two at most, you pick."
"Yeah."
Jiang Zhiyu took the album from the waiter's hand and looked at it carefully.
She looked extremely serious, and if you didn't know her, you would think she was choosing a husband.
Jiang Zhiyu flipped through the pages one by one, secretly writing down the numbers that 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, pick a few similar ones first and come back next time! ]
[I've already thought of an excuse. I'll just say I went to the Dali Temple to help out. Then I can collude with Shi An and the guards at the door. Wouldn't that be perfect? Ahahahaha.]
【I am such a little genius! 】
Jiang Zhaorong: “…”
There won’t be a next time for you!
After a moment, 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 and I'm afraid she can't come."
[Mr. Lu, Lu Daizong or Lu Yaozu? ]
[Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway.]
Jiang Zhiyu said, "Then I'll pick another one."
After she finished choosing, she handed it to the waiter, who went down to fetch the person. Jiang Zhaorong rubbed his nose and said, "Marquis Anle of the Hunting Grounds once asked me to talk to him alone. He said he intended to marry you to the Second Young Master Lu."
Jiang Zhiyu: ???
She was shocked. "Why me? Doesn't Lu Daizong hate me?"
[He was kicked out of Stockholm by me? That's not right. He doesn't even know it was him who did it!]
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