#348 - Double stick
Two days later, at Hai hour (9-11 PM).
Fengyuan City, Drunken Spring Pavilion.
“Oh, my lord, don't be so hasty, let this little girl undress you first.”
“This guest, may I ask if you plan to drink or find companionship tonight?”
“Wang, Brother Wang! I'm not bragging, but there's nothing my father can't handle in this entire Fengyuan City!”
“Miss Qing'er! Master Xu is here!”
“Oh, Young Master Zhang, what brings you here today?”
“.”
Dances are soft as willow catkins beneath the moon, songs fade like peach blossoms in a gentle breeze.
On the stage, a pure maiden played the zither and sang 'Spring River Flower Moon Night', while below, a hall full of men and women laughed, drank, and made merry.
From the upper-level boudoirs, occasional sounds of passion drifted out, mixed with the misty air, forming a thick, sweet fragrance.
Although five days had passed since June 15th, and twenty percent of the population had evacuated the city,
the remaining people showed no signs of panic or fear. At least, within the Drunken Spring Pavilion, there was no sense of abnormality, and it was as lively as ever.
Tsk tsk, these people really have nerves of steel.
Peering at the depraved scene through the small window facing the hall, Wei Changtian clicked his tongue in admiration, then withdrew his gaze and looked back at the young woman in the pink dress.
Don't misunderstand.
Although he was in a brothel, Wei Changtian was definitely not here to “steal a moment of leisure” to visit a whorehouse.
Yesterday, Du Chang reported that a night watchman, almost certainly one of Bai Youheng's men, had been acting strangely these past few days, frequenting the Drunken Spring Pavilion every day and generously paying to keep a courtesan named “Le'er” exclusively.
That's right, Wei Changtian only learned after transmigrating that it was possible to “keep a mistress” in ancient brothels.
For a few dozen taels of silver, the girl you fancy would not entertain other guests for a period of time, and would only sleep with you.
This type of service was very suitable for some self-righteous scholars, but it was clear that the night watchman had not previously had such “psychological fastidiousness.”
So Wei Changtian decided to personally direct this “net-closing” operation today.
Besides him, there were also Du Chang, Chu Xianping, Qin Zhengqiu, and two “cannon fodder” who had mastered the Moon Picking Sword to perfection.
The group did not gather together, but arrived at the Drunken Spring Pavilion in batches, waiting for midnight to strike before launching their attack together.
“Young master, what are you looking at?”
A soft voice suddenly sounded from the direction of the bed.
Wei Changtian looked up and realized that the woman in pink had already reclined on the bed, her fragrant shoulder half-exposed as she gazed at him intently.
Alas, being too handsome is also a problem!
Looking at the shy and slightly impatient expression on her face, Wei Changtian was very clear that this woman had been captivated by his handsome face, and she probably wouldn't care even if he asked for a refund.
“Ahem, it's nothing.”
Slowly walking to the bedside and sitting down, Wei Changtian glanced at the copper clepsydra in the corner.
There was less than half an hour before midnight, and he certainly had no mood or time to have an in-depth emotional exchange with the woman, so he casually asked:
“Do you have a girl named Le'er in your establishment?”
“Hmm? What does young master want with her?”
The light veil slipped down, and a soft touch pressed against Wei Changtian's arm. The woman looked up and said with a hint of resentment: “Isn't it enough that I'm here to serve you, young master?”
“Hehe, I was just asking.”
Wei Changtian allowed her to lean closer and closer, smiling calmly: “Just tell me about her.”
But after listening for a long time, Wei Changtian didn't notice anything unusual.
Apart from being kept exclusively, Le'er's daily life seemed no different from before—
practicing the zither, eating, bathing, entertaining guests, sleeping.
Being able to do these things meant that she couldn't be Yama.
Because although Yama can transform into anyone's appearance, its essence is still a phantom, and it can never do things like practicing the zither or eating.
“I ask you.”
Wei Changtian frowned and asked the woman in his arms: “Have you personally seen her eat?”
“Giggle, young master, that's a strange question. Of course, I've seen it with my own eyes.”
As she spoke, the woman leaned even closer: “Young master, it's getting late, we...”
“Not in a hurry.”
Slightly turning his head to avoid the seductive red lips that were sneaking up on him, Wei Changtian said with a lack of romantic understanding.
“I haven't finished asking yet.”
“…”
Just as Wei Changtian was “sitting still amidst the chaos,” continuing to ask about the situation of the courtesan named Le'er, in another embroidered room not far away, Chu Xianping was also sitting opposite a woman.
This woman was also wearing a light green dress with very little fabric, but her expression was very uneasy, and she was currently looking down, fidgeting with her fingers, without saying a word.
Chu Xianping, on the other hand, had already finished asking about “Le'er” and was now frowning, deep in thought.
The two sat like this for a long time, until the woman finally couldn't help but tremble and ask: “Young, young master, do you dislike me?”
“Huh?”
Chu Xianping was stunned, then chuckled and said: “You don't have to think too much, I'm just a little tired today and don't want to do that kind of thing anymore. It has nothing to do with you.”
“Don't worry, you won't get less silver.”
“Ah, ah?”
Hearing that Chu Xianping was paying without engaging in prostitution, the woman was surprised and revealed a trace of fear.
“Young, young master, I, I can serve you, you don't need to, need to do anything...”
“This...”
As a true gentleman, Chu Xianping couldn't help but turn his gaze away awkwardly upon hearing these words.
But the next moment, he frowned slightly and asked softly:
“Miss, do you have any unspeakable secrets?”
“I...”
Large teardrops suddenly welled up in her eyes, and the woman tried her best to suppress her sobs, choking as she replied: “Young, young master, to be honest, if I can't lose, lose my virginity today, Mother might, might beat me to death...”
“Virginity?”
Chu Xianping asked with a wry smile: “Could it be that this is your first time entertaining a guest?”
“No, no, but...”
The woman stopped halfway through her sentence, and her sobs grew louder.
At this time, Chu Xianping had roughly guessed the girl's situation.
Like all the women who had fallen into the world of brothels, she must have been forced into this Drunken Spring Pavilion for some reason, but because she couldn't get past the hurdle in her heart, she had failed to entertain guests the previous few times.
Such behavior, which spoiled the guests' interest, would naturally lead to punishment from the brothel. It was estimated that she couldn't bear this kind of pain any longer, so she had made up her mind to “succeed” today.
She was a pitiful person, but unfortunately, he really couldn't “help” with this matter.
“I'm sorry, I have important matters to attend to here today, and I'm not here to seek pleasure.”
Cupping his fist towards the woman, Chu Xianping said softly: “But I will explain to the madam later and try to spare you from physical punishment.”
To be fair, it was not easy for Chu Xianping to do this much.
But hearing him say this, the woman instead dropped her burden, gritted her teeth, and actually threw herself into Chu Xianping's arms with tears streaming down her face.
“Wuwuwu!”
“Young, young master, you are a good person! If I could give you my virginity... I, I would be willing too!”
“Ple, please, wuwuwu, just, just take me!”
