Wu Dan also felt a little uncomfortable: "They might be looking at the brothel's dark lights."
The corners of Ying Wuji's mouth twitched, and he glared at everyone: "If you look at me again, I will destroy the entire Yihong Pavilion and make you homeless. Get out of the way!"
The madam shuddered and quickly asked her girls to make way for the three men and watched them enter the building.
One girl panicked: "Mother Li, aren't you inviting a wolf into the house? Yesterday, more than a dozen of us sisters were imprisoned because of him, and today..."
Mother Li was also a little worried, but she could only comfort her: "It's okay, it's okay, it was just an accident yesterday."
A scholar at the side said, "Not really! Look, Madam Li, Ying Wuji was originally well-behaved, but after this incident, he has become so arrogant and erratic. Yihong Pavilion is also a place of elegance, so don't let people like him come here in the future!"
Mother Li smiled bitterly and did not respond.
Although Ying Wuji's status had plummeted, he was still a hostage of a friendly country. As a brothel owner, she did not have the courage to openly refuse guests.
The Yihong Pavilion is very large, with bright lights and wine in the front hall, and all kinds of beauties. The girls are accompanying guests they are familiar with, and their bodies are filled with the scent of makeup, making every breath of air saturated with an ambiguous atmosphere.
As soon as Wu Dan came in, he found it difficult to walk.
Ying Wuji slapped him on the back and said, "What's so good about these vulgar women? Let's go and listen to some music!"
Without further ado, he dragged Wu Dan through the front hall, paid sixty taels in exchange for red gauze, and then came to the small pavilion in the bamboo garden.
Compared to the front hall, this place is extremely elegant, with green lights, green bamboos, and white jade screens. Under the reflection of the bright moon, it looks like the secluded residence of a banished immortal.
Many people in luxurious clothes came in groups of three or five, and they all came to listen to Miss Huachao's music.
However, Miss Hua Chao had not yet arrived, so they chatted while waiting.
I counted them and found there were only a dozen or so people. Although they were all dressed elegantly, their popularity was somewhat different from the legend.
But think about it, something just happened in Yihong Pavilion, those princes and nobles must have heard some news and don’t want to be involved.
As soon as the two entered the yard, they heard a voice.
"Isn't this Master Wuji? Why are you here to listen to music today? No wonder. You almost died on a woman's belly. Now you can only listen to music, right?"
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