At dusk that day, in the backyard of a magnificent mansion in Kyoto, an old man and a middle-aged man were hiding together and having a secret conversation.
The old man's face turned ashen, and the tea bowl in his hand hit the middle-aged man's head directly, and tea leaves foamed all over his head.
"Useless thing! I asked you to go to Tai'an, and you came back empty-handed, but you actually alerted the enemy!"
The middle-aged man felt very aggrieved and quietly defended himself, "Dad, you didn't even tell me what you were looking for! And that old man kept saying he didn't know! I tried to intimidate him or bribe him, but he just wouldn't listen!"
Having said that, he did not forget to express his opinion.
"Dad, that old man's family is so poor that they can barely afford to eat. What exactly are you looking for? Did you make a mistake in your investigation?"
The old man was so angry that he blew his beard. He wanted to teach his son a lesson, but he felt sorry for his son's plight. In the end, he swallowed his anger and scolded, "Zhao Jincheng, shut your stinking mouth! If we can't find that thing, our family's prosperity will be over! Who do you think you are? You are despised even for feeding horses in the army!"
The middle-aged man was still unconvinced and replied, "Our family controls the border defense army. If I join the army, I will definitely be a quartermaster. Back then, when Dad was with my uncle, he was also a quartermaster!"
These words somehow irritated the old man, and he was so angry that he kicked the man and started to chase him away.
"Get lost! Don't let me see you again, you useless thing! You can't do anything good, but you're always causing trouble!"
The middle-aged man howled in pain and ran out with a head full of tea leaves.
If the Tai family were here at this moment, they would definitely recognize that this person was the one who came to their house to show off.
He was originally frightened and fled from the border, but now he has returned to Kyoto to report.
Needless to say, this old man is the general's incompetent second uncle, now known as Uncle Zhao.
The saying goes, "A hero father makes a hero son." But in the case of Uncle Zhao, it means that the father is a coward and the son is a waste. As a son, he has inherited all the temperaments of his father. There is no need to doubt the blood relationship.
The old man was so angry that he sat in a chair and gasped for breath.
At this time, an old butler came out from the corner with a teapot, poured tea for his master again, held it to his hand, and whispered, "Master, please don't be angry. The master is a simple-minded person, and he is not good at this kind of intrigue. The reason he made such a hard trip to Tai'an in the wind and snow is to show his filial piety and want to share your burden."
Sure enough, after hearing this, the old man's expression improved a little. He snorted coldly, "Fortunately, he is just a facade. If I really handed all the things over to him, I would be furious for a long time."
After saying this, he secretly calculated the days and asked, "Is there still no news about the people sent to the north?"
"No," the old housekeeper continued to persuade, "but Master, don't worry. People in the martial arts world have many tricks up their sleeves. It's easy to catch a little kid. The reason they were a few days late is probably because the winter wind and snow were so strong that it was difficult to travel.
"Not to mention others, even the Emperor and his entourage took quite some time to return from the temporary palace, and they have only just settled down."
"That's right," the old man reluctantly agreed and instructed, "Report to me immediately if you have any news."
"Yes, sir." The old butler responded quickly.
The uncle stood up, flicked the sleeves of his navy blue Shu brocade robe, and went to the courtyard of his most beloved concubine.
The old housekeeper quickly called the gatekeeper and asked, "Where has the master gone? The uncle has calmed down and told him not to hide anymore."
Unexpectedly, the servant said, "The master has already gone out. I heard that Zhao Gui'er and the others urged the master to go to the brothel to see the courtesan to relax."
The old housekeeper cursed softly, "These guys only know how to seduce the master to go to that dirty place. If the mistress finds out, I'm afraid there will be another commotion."
The servant bowed his head and smiled apologetically, not daring to speak any more, but his eyes were full of contempt.
How could he have been so blind as to enter the Earl's Mansion when he sold himself? He had originally thought that since they were all descendants of the Great General's Mansion, their family traditions would naturally be upright, and he could first become a slave and then join the border defense army, perhaps achieving great military achievements.
Who would have thought that a child born from a mother's womb could be a god of war admired by the world, or a coward who is greedy and lustful.
Since entering the West Mansion, his future was ruined, but he had seen plenty of excitement. For example, the concubine that the uncle was currently favoring was actually someone his son had brought back from a brothel. It could be said that father and son shared the same woman!
If this gets out, the Zhao family will definitely lose face.
The great general braved the wind and snow at the border to guard the safety of the north, but the reputation he earned was not enough to compensate for the harm done to his second uncle and cousin!
Not to mention what the servant thought in his heart, Zhao Jincheng, who was expected by his father to have a bright future, left the house and took a car to the street where brothels were concentrated. He immediately felt that the sky was high and the birds could fly freely, and the sea was wide and the fish could jump freely.
The brothels on both sides of the street were brightly lit, and the young women, dressed very sparingly in fabric, smiled and greeted from time to time, eager to cling to the male customers and pull them into their own buildings.
A familiar woman with sharp eyes spotted Zhao Jincheng and quickly went up to him, scolding him and acting coquettishly.
"Oh, Master Zhao, you haven't been here for a while! You are so cruel, don't you miss Jiaojiao?"
Zhao Jincheng was so flattered that his heart blossomed. His men pinched the woman's back and said with a smile, "Of course I did. I came to see you! By the way, I heard there's a new courtesan in your building. Come on, take me to check her out. If she really catches my eye, you'll definitely get some benefits."
The woman named Jiaojiao pretended to be jealous and twisted her body to refuse. Finally, she scraped a silver ingot from Zhao Jincheng's hand, then she hugged his arm and walked inside.
At this time, a gorgeous carriage suddenly arrived in front of the door. Behind the carriage were six horse-riding guards with swords. They forcefully pushed through the crowd, helped the old and the young in the carriage get out, and walked directly into the brothel.
The people in the brothel were naturally not ignorant. Seeing that the old man and the young man were well-dressed, the madam quickly went forward to receive them and then arranged them in a private room on the second floor.
That box was originally used by Zhao Jincheng. He felt that he had been humiliated and was very dissatisfied.
But the madam bowed and kowtowed, even at the risk of selling her old appearance, and kept rubbing against Zhao Jincheng. In the end, Zhao Jincheng, who was disgusted, did not make a fuss.
After a while, the stage in the middle of the brothel was set up, and beautiful women came out one after another to sing and dance, making everyone feel happy.
Seeing the moon at its zenith outside, someone couldn't help but shout, "Why don't you invite Miss Yuexin out yet? Isn't tonight her golden day? We all have silver, waiting to snatch this flower king!"
The people beside them also joined in the commotion, shouting, "That's right! We're all waiting to get close to her!"
Only then did Zhao Jincheng realize that tonight was actually a bidding war for the virginity of the most beautiful courtesan.
He suddenly became interested, thinking about the suffering he had endured in the north, and only hugging a top courtesan in bed could make up for this grievance.
Thinking this, he also echoed, "Hurry up and call out the Oiran!"
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