Chapter 130 Xingzhi Drinks Flower Wine
The young eunuch had been squatting at the Lai Fu Inn for two days. His legs were numb from squatting there every day, but he never saw the little girl Cang Qiong.
You are so immoral. You took our money and then ran away?
Otherwise, why can't I find anyone?
He chewed the piece of meat in his mouth with resentment, and ate his rice angrily. He looked so vicious as if someone owed him millions of dollars.
The shopkeeper looked up from time to time at the eunuch who was eating, then shook his head and sighed as he continued to calculate with his abacus.
I've told him that Miss Cang Qiong has gone somewhere else to compete with a master, so why is this guy still waiting?
The young eunuch thought aggrievedly that in fact, it was not Miss Cangqiong's fault.
But the Kingdom of Yue suddenly attacked, and Emperor Jing led his men to fight. The defense of the imperial palace was weak, so the Empress Dowager's plan was brought forward. Different from what he had told Cangqiong before, the little girl might have seen that the time had not come yet, so she went out for a stroll again.
Now, they forced the emperor to abdicate, but their greatest helper disappeared.
He drank all day in depression, slammed his silver coins on the table, and walked out of the inn with a dark cloud over his head.
As soon as he walked out of the door, he ran into a colleague, who lowered his voice and said anxiously: "The palace has been forced to retreat, but Master Xingzhi is nowhere to be found, so the Empress Dowager sent you to look for him."
Upon hearing this, the eunuch's legs went limp.
He trembled as he looked at the bustling coming and going on the street. Who could have imagined that the palace was undergoing tremendous changes.
"Okay, okay, I know where the master is. I'll go find him now."
The young eunuch spread his legs and ran for his life. That place was the largest brothel in the capital.
Inside the brothel.
In the hall, Xingzhi sat in the main seat with one leg bent, his beautiful fox eyes narrowed in pleasure, he beat the rhythm with his hands, looking at the graceful woman dancing in front of him.
On either side of him sat a charming woman.
There was a poem written on the white paper spread out on the table, and the cups were filled with the faint aroma of tea.
The audience below kept glancing at the women until the dance ended and there was applause. The charming and passionate woman smiled at Xingzhi and said, "Sir, have you learned it?"
The man's collar was open, revealing his tight, fair skin. His black hair was half tied up, and there was a clear smile in his eyes.
Although he was almost overflowing with a sense of debauchery, the look he gave the woman was so clear without a trace of desire.
Women are soft-hearted.
This young man was unrestrained and clear-headed, and he never treated them as lowly prostitutes, which made the sisters here feel good about him.
But the young man was a strange one, he came here just to drink some wine, recite some poems, and learn to dance with romantic ideas.
They were completely puzzled as to why the young man was so obsessed with learning to dance, especially since this was a dance for women and those men clearly looked down on it.
Xingzhi saw through her thoughts and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "What kind of dance is not a dance? It's enough to dance beautifully. Why can't I learn it?"
Some people were not happy when this was said. A rich young man sitting below raised his lips and sneered: "Young master, you are bullying these girls by taking advantage of the day when you are learning dancing. This is really the behavior of a mean person."
Xingzhi grinned and said, "The girls are tired of entertaining guests on weekdays, so they come to my place to chat and drink. What's wrong?"
The rich young man in gorgeous clothes snorted coldly: "What do they want to talk about?"
After saying that, he ran onto the stage, grabbed the dancing girl's wrist with one hand, and said ambiguously: "Miss Qingji, today I will pay you one thousand taels to buy you a night."
The woman suppressed her disgust but dared not refuse. With her low status, how could she afford to offend such people?
“Pah—”
The man's hand was ruthlessly slapped away, and the frightened little girls quickly hid behind him.
The culprit was Xingzhi. The man glared at him and said, "Do you believe that I will make sure you don't survive tonight?"
Xingzhi held the wine bottle, raised his head and drank it. The crystal clear wine slid along her beautiful jawline into her chest and penetrated deeper, seductively and alluringly.
He raised his sleeves and wiped the corners of his lips cheerfully, looking at the man leisurely: "Hmm? Today is the girls' day off, and the rules clearly state that we don't accept customers."
The man pulled his mouth open with disdain: "Can't the women here be slept with for money?"
Several women lowered their eyebrows and bit their lips in humiliation.
He paused, his eyes froze for a moment and then suddenly brightened like a spring breeze, smiling and giving people a strange feeling: "They are either desperate or sold here by mortgage. Even if they make a living by relying on their bodies, don't they earn money to support themselves?"
He sighed: "Isn't this all the fault of those men? They sold their wives, raped their daughters, and insulted their dignity and destroyed their innocence. Those scumbags are very similar to you."
The man's face darkened, his eyes were blazing with fire, and he wished he could chop him into pieces: "Do you know who I am? Do you dare to tell me your name?"
Xingzhi casually placed the wine bottle on the table, grinned to reveal his teeth, and smiled brilliantly: "No matter who you are, everyone in this world is just a person in my eyes."
"Why don't you dare tell me your name? I won't change my name, so I'll do it."
The girls suppressed their emotions but couldn't help but worry: "Sorry, sir, we have caused you trouble again."
She waved her hands nonchalantly, "What are you talking about? It's not easy for you sisters. It's not you who are wrong. It's me who has interfered and caused you trouble."
Xingzhi was born into a Taoist family, but he was a heretic and wandered around alone. He looked unruly, but his heart was more sincere than anyone else's.
The man in brocade clothes watched them whispering openly. Feeling insulted, he smiled grimly: "You will definitely not survive this day..."
Night.
Before he could finish his words, the eunuch's anxious cry came from the door: "Xingzhi Sir, Xingzhi Sir!"
Xingzhi glanced at the place casually and asked curiously, "Oh, is the young eunuch here to drink wine as well?"
Young eunuch: “…”
This stinky man is only gentle to women.
He sniffed and held back his displeasure, whispering in Xingzhi's ear, "The plan has been initiated, the Empress Dowager orders you to return to the palace as soon as possible."
Hearing this, the pale lips slowly curled up.
Finally, the wait has come.
Xingzhi turned around and said softly, "Sisters, I will come to learn dancing next time."
The girls chuckled and said, "Young Master, please get busy. Don't delay your work."
Then, under the sinister gaze of the man in brocade clothes, Xingzhi walked away carelessly.
When he reached the door, he paused, as if remembering something, and said slowly, "Oh, by the way, I live in the Imperial City, sleeping in the bedroom near the Grand Empress Dowager. If you want to kill me, make sure you find the wrong place."
Hiss~
Everyone in the hall gasped.
The man in brocade clothes suddenly felt his legs go weak, his eyes blurred, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
This time I really offended a big shot.
The little eunuch was about to cry. Is this guy stupid?
What will others think of the Empress Dowager after hearing this?
There has already been gossip about Junxun, and if further misunderstandings arise, it will affect the reputation of the Empress Dowager even if she becomes the new emperor.
Old grandma eating young grass and stuff.
He shuddered with fear and shook his head hard to get these thoughts out.
And do it.
He doesn't care about that.