Yu Jin almost instantly thought of what Jiang Si had said to him: Two people said they wanted to find a woman who looked like the saint to get close to you...

Could it be that the woman is the Flower Lady on the Jinshui River?

"Which pleasure boat?"

Long Dan was startled by Yu Jin's serious expression.

Hey, he thought the master would be happy. It's not convenient to see Miss Jiang on weekdays, so it's not bad to find Hua Niang to relieve her boredom at any time. When the master and Miss Jiang get married in the future, if he gets angry, he can beat Hua Niang to vent his anger...

Ahem, it seems a bit unfair to think this way.

"It's the Fufang Troupe that you were planning to visit after visiting the Yanchun Troupe. According to the brothel owner, Hua Niang is a new girl and a prostitute."

Yu Jin frowned and glanced at Long Dan.

This kid is getting less and less able to talk. What do you mean he visited Yanchun class and is planning to visit Fufang class? That's called investigating a case!

"What's Hua Niang's name?"

"Her name is Qingqing. It seems that the brothel owner is treating her as a cash cow and is preparing to train her to be a top prostitute. I saw it and asked a few more questions, but the brothel owner was not happy." Long Dan tugged at his clothes with grievance and muttered, "I am dressed quite decently, but the brothel owner still looks down on me..."

"Get me a set of going-out clothes."

Long Dan took out a set of nearly new clothes for Yu Jin to change into, and when he saw him leaving, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, where are you going?"

"Go to Fufang class."

"Ah?" Long Dan looked at the sky with a surprised look on his face. "It's already this late, those flower girls must have guests to accompany them..."

"Stop talking too much." Yu Jin glanced at Long Dan and strode out.

Seeing this, Long Dan hurriedly followed.

"You don't have to go."

Long Dan: ? ?

The donkey is killed when the horses have done their work, the bow is put away when the birds are all gone, the dog is cooked when the rabbit is dead...what else is there?

The banks of the Jinshui River were still as bright as day. The leaves of the weeping willows on both sides had already turned yellow, like old men waving slowly in the night breeze. The falling leaves were swept up in the rich fragrance of cosmetics.

The faint sound of stringed bamboos and the flickering lights on the river are all imbued with enchanting colors because of the ubiquitous fragrance. In the late autumn of the capital, this place is always a scene of spring.

Those large and small pleasure boats have already left the shore and are floating in the river, exuding an unfettered and free look.

Yu Jin casually hailed a cruise ship docked on the shore carrying passengers.

The man who was pushing the boat was an old man with a bright smile: "Sir, where are you going?"

"Fufang Class." Yu Jin didn't want to say more and just said three words lightly.

The old man was a well-behaved man. Hearing this, he said no more and rowed the boat very quickly with skillful movements.

The boat shuttled through countless boats and soon approached the flower boat with the "Fufangban" lantern.

"The Fufang class is here to welcome guests." The old man shouted and stopped the boat.

Someone on the flower boat immediately took Yu Jin on board.

Like the Yanchun troupe, the Fufang troupe was a medium-sized troupe. When the brothel owner who greeted guests saw Yu Jin's attire, a smile lit up her face and she happily welcomed her in.

Yu Jin sat down in the hall, playing with his teacup, and had little interest in the singing and dancing on the stage in the center of the hall.

"Sir, do you have any girls you like?" the brothel owner came over and asked.

“First time here.”

"Well, our top performer Feifei is free, why don't we ask her to come out and sing a song for you?"

Yu Jin nodded slightly.

"Then please go to the elegant room. It's not convenient to listen to music in such a messy place here."

Yu Jincai sat down in the elegant room, and not long after, a woman in a light gauze dress walked in holding a pipa.

"Sir, this is Feifei."

Yu Jin glanced at Feifei lazily.

Fei Fei's eyes lit up, and she walked over with a sweet smile: "What song would you like to listen to, sir?"

A piece of silver flew across the sky and fell into Feifei's arms. The boy's lazy voice rang out: "Whatever."

Feifei smiled sweetly, put the pipa on the table, and started singing.

"…Reach out your hand and touch the edge of my face, and dark clouds will fly across the sky; reach out your hand and touch the front of my head, and my forehead will be filled with love…"

It turned out to be the first eighteen touches.

Yu Jin had been in the southern military camp for many years and had heard all kinds of jokes about people who were not particular about food or sex. Of course, he remained calm when he heard this erotic song.

After Feifei finished singing, she rubbed her half-soft body against him. He pushed her away with one hand and said indifferently: "It's not interesting. I'd better go to the hall to enjoy the singing and dancing."

Feifei didn't dare to show disapproval to the customer and looked at the brothel owner with grievance.

The brothel owner laughed and said, "It seems that you like fresh things. What a coincidence! A girl has just arrived in our Fufang class. She is so pretty and she is also a prostitute. Would you like to meet her?"

Yu Jin nodded slightly.

Soon, the pearl curtain rang softly, and a slim woman walked in.

The brothel owner sent Feifei away, pulled the girl over and pushed her in front of Yu Jin: "Qingqing, raise your head so that the young master can see you."

The woman seemed a little reluctant and kept her head down without moving.

The brothel owner reached out and pinched the woman: "I told you to hold your head up."

After saying that, she smiled at Yu Jin and said, "Please forgive me, sir. Qingqing just arrived and is still immature."

Yu Jin frowned: "You are indeed ignorant."

A playboy, pretending to be reluctant to accept him is just a waste of time.

Qingqing and the brothel owner were both stunned for a moment.

This young man doesn't play by the rules.

The brothel owner reacted quickly and pushed Qingqing: "Didn't you hear it? Are you mute?"

Qingqing then slowly raised her head, looking aggrieved, with tears in her eyes, and timidly called out "Young Master".

Yu Jin narrowed his eyes slightly.

If she is similar to Saint Asan, she is somewhat similar, but the other party actually thinks that this can make him infatuated. I don't know whether those people are ignorant or fearless.

"She is indeed very pretty." Yu Jin smiled and asked, "Can you sing a song? For example, Eighteen Touches?"

Qingqing's face froze, and she lowered her eyes and said, "No."

"Can you dance?"

Qingqing shook her head.

"Then will you serve a man?"

Qingqing blushed, lowered her head and said nothing.

Yu Jin looked disgusted and said, "You can't do anything. Do you want me to sing and dance for you? Mom, you should take Hua Niang away. I'm not interested."

The brothel owner was stunned.

No, this is not what she thought!

"Sir, Qingqing is still a prostitute, so it's normal for her to be a little shy. Please forgive me..."

Yu Jin sneered: "All the ladies I've seen would be shy, so why would you come here if you wanted to see a shy woman?

After saying this, he simply ignored the brothel owner and strode out.

The brothel owner winked at Qingqing and hurried out, "Sir, Qingqing was ignorant and ruined your fun. I will let her make up for it. Qingqing, come here!"

Qingqing was walking towards here with her head half lowered when she bumped into a staggering man.

The man saw that she had drunk a lot. He cursed at first, then his eyes lit up when he saw Qingqing's appearance. He pushed Hua Niang out of his arms and grabbed Qingqing's hand: "Mother Liu, when did this girl come? Why haven't I seen her before?"

Qingqing looked at the brothel owner in panic, and at the same time her eyes cast over Yu Jin who was not far away from the brothel owner.

Yu Jin curled the corner of his lips.

It's so boring! No wonder those opera excerpts are never original.