"All drinks tonight are on Mr. Zhao!"
The Red Sleeve Pavilion in Heaven and Earth.
Although the brothel only opened today, business is booming.
This is thanks to the attractive girls and the diverse and novel activities available in the building.
The pimp on the mahjong table smiled and said loudly, drawing everyone's attention to the table with the best viewing spot on the second floor.
A man dressed in white brocade robes, around twenty years old, held a folding fan in his hand and looked down at the scene with a mocking gaze.
The guests looked around and, upon seeing Zhao Cheng, immediately began to shout.
"I knew it was that young master Zhao who was so generous! He really is the young prime minister!!"
"Thank you, Young Prime Minister! Then let's drink and have fun, and please don't be disrespectful!"
"I just love the young prime minister's extravagant...generous and magnanimous temperament!"
Zhao Cheng was too lazy to get up from these insincere expressions of gratitude, so he simply waved his folding fan in response.
Just then, a young master from the second floor shouted, "Young Prime Minister, why don't you just go all out and spend all your money? Don't just buy drinks, just cover all the expenses yourself!"
Behind Zhao Cheng stood a young couple. The man had a fierce look and a scar on his face. The girl had delicate features and was petite and charming, creating a stark contrast with the man.
Upon hearing this, the man drew his sword a short distance from his body.
Zhao Cheng pressed down on his hand and glared at him: "Zhao Wu, can you please get rid of this habit of drawing your sword at the drop of a hat?"
"Master, they have been disrespectful to you..."
"What did they say? Weren't they just trying to get me to treat them? Do you think I, the head of the Four Young Masters of Yanchuan, would be short of money?"
"That's right! Our young prime minister is not short of money!!" Someone immediately chimed in.
"But I won't invite you!"
Zhao Cheng leaned on the second-floor railing, pointing his folding fan at the jeering crowd, and laughed and cursed, "You bastards, if you want to make me unlucky, just say so. But if you want to get something for free from me, you've got the wrong crotch!"
"Haha, the young prime minister is so thoughtful!" Laughter immediately filled the room.
Inviting guests to patronize prostitutes is a rule upheld by the young masters of Yanchuan.
It is said that whoever invites you will suffer bad luck and lose a year gambling.
After the pimp left the mahjong table, several glamorous geishas came up to sing and dance.
The sizzling dance moves and daring actions were unlike anything ever seen in other brothels, leaving the young men speechless and practically reaching into their throats.
The suspended small stage above the mahjong table has three enclosed compartments. Suddenly, lights came on inside, revealing black silhouettes in each compartment.
The black silhouette danced to the music, highlighting her graceful figure and evoking a sense of curiosity about what lay hidden from view, prompting cheers and shouts from the guests.
"That brothel owner is a genius!!"
The guests were excited and praised the owner, saying that it seemed the young masters of Yanchuan would have another place to indulge in decadence.
Zhao Cheng, however, was unimpressed by these questions and asked, "Is Xu An still coming?"
"I'll definitely come! My eyeliner is reliable!"
As soon as Zhao Wu finished speaking, a group of people walked up to the second floor and marched towards Zhao Cheng in a grand manner. The young man at the head swayed from side to side, walking with an air of arrogance.
Zhao Cheng stood up, pointed at the man, and exclaimed with delight, "Young Marquis!!"
"Young Prime Minister!!" The man walked over cheerfully and hugged Zhao Cheng, patting him on the back and asking, "You recognized me from this far away?"
"I recognized you the moment you walked in!"
"Haha, what a coincidence! I also came in after smelling your pungent odor!"
The two released each other, then sat down facing each other with stiff, indifferent faces, as if their earlier enthusiasm had never happened. Their entourages were not surprised, presumably as they were used to it.
Xu An asked, "What are we going to do today?"
Zhao Cheng said, "Whatever you say."
Xu An said smugly, "I won last time, so you decide what to bet on this time!"
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Zhao Cheng leaned back, raised his legs and crossed them on the table, making Xu An's eyelids twitch.
That's rude and uncouth!
That's so unhygienic!
But that pose is pretty frivolous, I have to learn it!
Zhao Cheng pointed to the silhouettes dancing on the small stage and said, "Let's bet on how beautiful those three silhouettes are."
Xu An followed Zhao Cheng's posture, placing her legs up and shaking them, saying, "That's fine, but there needs to be a standard for beauty, right?"
Zhao Cheng pulled the woman next to Zhao Wu over and said, "My maid Dong Hua, let's use her as the standard and bet on whether that silhouette is prettier than Dong Hua, how about it?"
"Donghua, this is your precious darling, young prime minister! Very well!" Xu An leered at Donghua and laughed, "Young prime minister, bringing a maid to a brothel, you really know how to have fun. How about..."
"You might as well die! Don't even think about messing with my Donghua, if you want to play, then get started!"
"Hehe, let's begin!"
"One at a time," Zhao Cheng said, looking at the small stage. "Starting from the left, I bet the first one isn't as good as Dong Hua's."
"Donghua is fair and delicate, and I was prepared to bet that the silhouette couldn't compare to Donghua. But since Young Prime Minister has already placed his bet, I'll bet that it's prettier than Donghua."
Xu An withdrew his covetous gaze from Dong Hua, rubbed his fingers together, and asked, "How much?"
"Ten thousand taels."
Xu An was taken aback: "Playing this big?"
"Your father has been promoted to Xidu, and now the young marquis can't afford to play anymore?"
"I was worried you wouldn't have any money left because you lost so much last time!"
Zhao Cheng raised his hand, and Zhao Wu bent down, picked up a box, placed it on the table, and opened the box a crack. Immediately, a silver light emerged.
Zhao Cheng said, "Let's make it quick and easy, bet now and settle immediately!"
"Exciting! I love the young prime minister's spirit!"
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