Chapter 178 Overnight Stay

"Ji Jianming!" Gu Yu muttered, "We met, and Wang Dahai wanted to get close to him. We couldn't let us drink at the same table with those people in charge. It just so happened that Mr. He, who was with Ji Jianming, was very familiar with Zhao Zishu, so we went to Qianfosi Hutong."

Wang Qinghuai, courtesy name Dahai.

Song Mo was a little surprised.

Since the people who were traveling with Ji Jianming were very familiar with Zhao Zishu, it was obvious that Ji Jianming knew Zhao Zishu's background. Most people who went to Zhangtai would go to brothels, but he did the opposite and went to Zhao Zishu's place.

What does he mean?

Do you think Zhao Zishu is an actress, so it doesn't matter what kind of trouble she makes?

But did he know that if Wei Tingyu was rumored to be a homosexual, it would also be harmful to Dou Zhao?

Song Mo pondered and said, "What kind of person is Ji Jianming?"

Gu Yu said: "Very smart, humorous, knowledgeable, able to make jokes, and good at having fun..."

An image of a carefree young man who achieved success at a young age due to his extensive reading of poetry slowly formed in Song Mo's mind.

Such people usually do not act very carefully.

He couldn't help but ask, "Wang Dahai is there too?"

Among these people, only Wang Qinghuai was relatively calm and steady and took the overall situation into consideration.

"He went!" Gu Yu said, "Not only did Wang Dahai go, but he was also very familiar with Zhao Zishu. As soon as Zhao Zishu saw Wang Dahai, she called two beautiful maids to serve him, which shows that Zhao Zishu knows what Wang Dahai likes." He teased Wang Qinghuai, "Wang Dahai must have been enjoying himself so much that he can't tell the directions!" He added, "It seems that Zhao Zishu is also a smart person who knows that business must be complete. Now people who go to his place can have fun however they want! However, I don't like that... The style is very good. They are obviously engaged in the sex trade, but they imitate those scholars in the south of the Yangtze River, decorating their courtyards with pavilions, winding paths, and plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. Everything is elegant and simple, just like my backyard. You said that I went there for fun, but it was like staying at home. I still saw the same scenery and sat with the same people. It was boring. If it wasn't for Wang Dahai's face, I would definitely not go..."

Gu Yu had visited almost all the famous entertainment venues, bars and teahouses in Kyoto.

Song Mo muttered to him silently, but his expression became gradually solemn.

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At this moment, the music in Qianfo Temple Hutong had stopped, and Zhao Zishu was sitting in the waterside pavilion.

Wang Qinghuai looked at Ji Yong and Wei Tingyu who were toasting each other and drinking heartily. He couldn't help but smiled and shook his head. He smiled at He Yu who was sitting next to him and said, "I am only five or six years older than you, but I dare not drink as much as you do... Time is really unforgiving!"

Although He Yu drank little, he had a low alcohol tolerance and was already dizzy. Hearing this, he laughed and it was unclear whether he heard clearly what Wang Qinghuai was saying.

Zhao Zishu smiled and said, "My Lord, you have more important things in mind than drinking, so you can't focus on drinking." His hoarse voice sounded very gentle. He stood up and made a pot of tea for Wang Qinghuai with a purple clay pot. "I heard that this year you not only took on the dredging of the canal, but also the renovation of the old Yellow River course? In Kyoto, how many people can be as generous as you?! I would like to congratulate you here!" As he said, he bowed to Wang Qinghuai, "Lord Ji is the newly promoted third place in the imperial examination, and he is in high spirits; Marquis Jining has just finished mourning and doesn't know the difficulties of farming. They are all How can a person who has nothing to do compare to the prince? The Yan'an Marquis's Mansion is supported by you. Who doesn't praise the prince when the dignitaries in Kyoto mention him? Even Gu Yu, known as the little tyrant of Kyoto, has to give the prince some face, right? I think there are some poems that are suitable for the occasion." He smiled and whispered, "Young people don't know the taste of sorrow, and fall in love with the layers of buildings. Falling in love with the layers of buildings, I force myself to be sad in order to write new poems. Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to say something but I don't. I want to say something but I don't, but I say it's a good autumn with cool weather!" Then he pointed at Wang Qinghuai, and then at Ji Yong and Wei Tingyu, "I'm talking about the prince, Lord Ji and the marquis."

Wang Qinghuai laughed out loud.

The emotions in my heart seemed to have been ironed and now they are all fixed.

Zhao Zishu winked at the maid who was serving Wang Qinghuai.

The maid understood and smiled seductively in Wang Qinghuai's ear. Wang Qinghuai laughed again and left the pavilion with the help of the maid.

Zhao Zishu breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Yong had been here once with He Yu, and this was the first time Wei Tingyu had met him. He Yu and Wang Qinghuai would come to his place every now and then, and they were a little different. He Yu would usually come here for a gathering with friends, and he would only serve tea, wine, and bamboo, and the rest was up to the guests themselves; Wang Qinghuai would always invite people to come here to have fun, but he never got involved, and only paid the money. In fact, they were not easy to serve, but they were both generous customers who would spend money without blinking an eye, and they were his favorite customers.

After pacifying Wang Qinghuai, he was about to turn around and say a few words to He Yu, but when he turned around he saw Ji Yong's handsome face.

Zhao Zishu was startled and quickly put on a smiling face and called out "Master Ji", but he saw Ji Yong winking at him, pulling his sleeve and walking out of the pavilion.

Zhao Zimei's face changed drastically.

Although he was a philanderer, he didn't just sleep with anyone he met. Otherwise, how would he be any different from those prostitutes in private houses? Why did those rich and powerful families support him?

Ji Yong let out a sigh and stood beside the Taihu stone outside the water pavilion.

"If you can let Marquis Jining stay in your room tonight," he whispered, "I will have someone send you three thousand taels of silver tomorrow."

Zhao Zishu's heart suddenly began to pound.

There is no such thing as pie falling from the sky!

Wei Tingyu was brought here by Gu Yu. I'm afraid he may not be able to earn the three thousand taels of silver but spend it!

But if he doesn't agree, will Ji Yong let him go?

For a person like him, even if he hears some of his words, it is still wrong.

He looked at Ji Yong in shock, hesitating.

The bright moonlight fell on the lake, creating wisps of silver light, which were reflected in Ji Yong's clear eyes, making his gaze as bright and cold as the moonlight, without a trace of warmth.

Zhao Zishu couldn't help but shudder.

For a person like this, does he just want him to sleep with Marquis Jining?

He couldn't help but evade, "I'm afraid Marquis Jining won't like it..."

Ji Yong grinned and said, "That's why it's only worth three thousand taels of silver!"

His teeth looked so white in the moonlight that they seemed capable of biting people.

Zhao Zishu's scalp tingled and she couldn't help but look towards the water pavilion.

No one knew when, but He Yu had already passed out drunk beside the table. Only Wei Tingyu was sitting there with a dull look in his eyes, grinning. It was obvious at a glance that he was drunk.

In the silent night, you can hear the sound of water flowing in the canal.

What should he do?

This was clearly a conspiracy against Wei Tingyu.

By agreeing to Ji Yong, he offended Gu Yu.

If he rejects Ji Yong, will Ji Yong let him go?

Zhao Zishu hesitated and heard Ji Yong's sneer in her ears.

It’s better to deal with the current situation first.

Zhao Zishu made up her mind and walked over to help the dazed Wei Tingyu up...

Only Ji Yong and the sleeping He Yu were left in the water pavilion.

Ji Yong fell on the felt carpet with her limbs spread out.

The sky is deep blue and the moon and stars are sparse.

It should be a nice day tomorrow.

When the news spreads in Kyoto that Wei Tingyu is having an affair with Long Yang, the Dou family will surely be furious.

By then Dou Zhao will kick Wei Tingyu to death!

I wonder how you, Wei Tingyu, can learn to drink like others?

Thinking of this, Ji Yong was in a good mood.

A wave of weariness came over me.

After working for most of the night, although Wei Tingyu was drunk, he had drunk a lot and his mind was at ease. He relaxed all over. He couldn't help yawning and fell asleep next to He Yu.

Ji Yong was awakened by a loud noise while she was drowsy.

Perhaps he was still thinking about whether Wei Tingyu's plan had succeeded or not, he sat up with a start.

The sky was already turning white, and through the half-hidden green trees, the screen wall could be seen from the waterside pavilion.

An orderly group of blue-clad guards surrounded the two young men and stood in front of the screen wall.

They were too far away, so Ji Yong couldn't see the faces of the two young men clearly, but she could sense that they had bad intentions.

Zhao Zishu's manager was roughly pushed in front of the two teenagers. He knelt down tremblingly, then was dragged up again. He led the group of people towards the house where Zhao Zishu lived in fear and trepidation, obviously going to find Zhao Zishu's trouble.

Among the guests yesterday were Gu Yu and Wang Qinghuai, as well as myself and He Yu. Who had the guts to spoil their fun?

Ji Yong had a bad feeling.

He patted He Yu's face: "Wake up, something big has happened!"

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Xia Lian pushed open the door of Zhao Zishu's inner room before Song Mo could.

The dim room was filled with the rich scent of ambergris.

Zhao Zishu sat up from the bed in horror.

"Who?" he whispered. His naked body was as slender as a willow, as white as jade, and looked pitifully weak.

Xia Lian quickly lowered her head.

Song Mo immediately saw Wei Tingyu sleeping soundly beside Zhao Zishu.

His face turned pale, and he ordered Xia Lian: "Go get a basin of cold water and wake up Marquis Jining."

Xia Lian responded and left.

Behind Song Mo, Gu Yuqing's beautiful face flashed by.

Zhao Zishu was horrified.

Gu Yu's people have come...

He put on his clothes in a hurry.

But his fingers were stiff and trembling and would not respond to his commands.

Xia Lian had already poured a basin of cold water on Wei Tingyu's head.

Wei Tingyu turned over and muttered, licked his lips, and continued to sleep.

But his hand was on Zhao Zishu's body.

Zhao Zishu wanted to die.

There was a sudden hint of hostility between Song Mo's eyebrows.

He called out to Xia Lian in a deep voice: "Go get some more basins of cold water."

Xia Lian did not dare to hesitate and poured several basins of water on Wei Tingyu's head.

Wei Tingyu let out an "ah", sat up, opened his eyes dazedly, and saw Song Mo.

"Prince Song!" He blinked in bewilderment and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" Song Mo laughed angrily, "I also want to ask you, why are you here?"

Wei Tingyu glanced around subconsciously.

He and Zhao Zishu, who was prettier than a woman, shared the same quilt... There was also a scarlet sweat towel hanging at the head of the bed...

He exclaimed and pulled back the quilt.

Seeing myself naked...

"This, this...what's going on?" Wei Tingyu stared at Song Mo in a daze, his voice changed.