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Chapter 128: This business is not doing quite right

For ordinary guests in the beech.

Yan Feilou has become very famous recently.

How big is it?

Too big as them, no matter where they are.

As long as you enter the fireworks and willow alley and think about having fun, you can always hear these three words being mentioned by others.

It is no exaggeration to say that from officials and nobles to errands, it seems that anyone can talk about this with relish.

But if you really want to find out, the reason why Yan Feilou became famous is actually just borrowing the title of a woman.

Bai Yu, whose real name is unknown, his origin is unknown, his age is nineteen, and he is in his jasper. Some people say that she is from a capital city, an official woman, born in a scholarly family, and read the Four Books and Five Classics.

Unfortunately, fate made people mess with people, which made her family destroyed and was displaced. Fortunately, Yan Feilou accepted it, so she had a place to live.

However, there is no free lunch in the world, so now, she can only accompany and pick up customers at Yanfeilou as a courtesan, not seeking glory and wealth, but only seeking peace and stability.

However, no matter how detailed this statement is, it is just a statement.

There are many things that cannot be explained clearly about Bai Yu.

But this did not affect the enthusiasm of the drinkers.

Even the hazy teasing and the sense of distance that still hugged the pipa and half-covered them, they were even more happy and flocked to them.

And whenever I think of the other person’s unknown life experience, the woman sitting beside me, the coldness, or reserved and shyness that may have been like in the past.

They became more and more intoxicated and could not extricate themselves.

Speaking of the singing and dancing of Baiyu, it is indeed a unique feature of the beech.

The lyrics and music are unconventional, with a calm and pure expression and a graceful and charming figure.

Whether it is Chi Ling or a few songs that have been spread afterwards.

Singing sadness and joy can all be involved in the play, and love and hate are intertwined with people's hearts.

This made Baiyu the most popular brand of Wutong Bee recently, and also made Yan Feilou the restaurant with the most revenue that month.

However, if we talk about the right and wrong spread throughout the Lanhua Lane these days, there is more than this one.

Or, compared to another major event that happened in the north.

A small courtesan under the Yanfei Tower is nothing, and it is not something that people care about.

The traitor in the dragon died.

One night three days ago, he was the master of chanting scriptures in Shaolin Temple and the identity of Monk Guiming. (The first time he appeared in Chapter 56 of this book.)

Except for some people involved, no one knew that when he was alive, he was a Tinglong Imperial Guard who was loyal to the court.

No one knows that in addition to his identity as a lecturer in Shaolin Temple, he is also the abbot behind several temples.

Over the years, he has helped the court do a lot of dirty work through his resources.

There is no doubt that he is not a good person and he is never clean at hand.

But his death was still too sudden. Others only heard that he died in a revenge killing in the world.

Only those who truly understand the inside story will understand how incredible he died.

That man is the old subordinate of Tinglong and the second generation of Yi Lao.

He was once a confidant among the confidants of the late emperor.

And now he is dead like this?

How did he expose it?

Collusion and rebellion should be done very secretly from beginning to end.

And what kind of thunder means did the current emperor use to this?

Only then can a master of the mid-stage period, Shaolin abbot's junior brother, died in an unknown way, and the martial arts master who was in charge of more than ten temples.

Even after his death, Shaolin was not in chaos, Buddhism was not in chaos, and the world was calm, and even a bigger wave was not caused.

For a moment.

People in charge of various places in the cult and those who had participated in the Dragon Episode began to feel anxious.

Because they didn't know why the emperor could find the inside line in Tinglong so accurately.

You know, it took them several years to keep up and bribe this line.

Listen to the dragon guards scattered all over the world, distrust and cooperate with each other.

It is difficult to find a Tinglong from the martial arts world as if you were looking for a needle in a haystack, not to mention the various things you had to do to buy him later.

As a cult traitor, some people thought that this generation of emperors was still young and had succeeded to the throne soon. They must have weak control over Tinglong, so they had a bad idea.

Unexpectedly, others turned their carefully planned layout completely.

No matter which one is the girl from the Beggars' Sect who fought against seven at the martial arts conference.

It was the monk Guiming who suddenly died.

These things were far beyond their expectations.

The court, how many backup plans do they don’t know?

And Tinglong has penetrated into them?

Or is one of them actually a dragon?

This kind of thing makes people chill.

So the power of various cults began to speculate on the spies they were inside, and naturally, they also included the senior management of Lanhua Lane.

All the leaders are about to gather.

The flower viewing party at the end of August also brought some different meanings at this moment.

...

"Young Master Zhao, have you drawn it?"

With a slight and ecstasy sound, Wang Wu was lying lazily on the head of the bed in the Yan Fei Building, like a cat, posing in a soft and boneless position.

The smooth calves hang on the edge of the bed, the back of the green onion hands pressed against the neck. On the ankles, the bell tied with a red rope occasionally shook lightly, and shone with a glimmer of light from the candlesticks in the house.

She has been picking up customers for four days.

The one she called upstairs today was a young man named Zhao.

Maybe she had some serious illness in her mind. As soon as she entered the house, she said she wanted to paint for her, and then she made her take various strange positions.

Before she could say a few words, she really made Wang Wu very tired. She has no martial arts skills and no internal strength to stand by. She has been posing in a position and is enough to make her legs and feet sore.

To be honest, Wang Wu already missed the young man who sold firewood. He didn't have any inexplicable requests, but he could still amuse her. He didn't know who was picking up the customers.

After listening to Bai Di's words, the other party should come once every time because he had already booked all the firewood for the boy.

But how long has this period lasted? I'm afraid only the young man himself knows.

"It's almost done, Miss Baiyu, you're holding on."

At the table.

The young man named Zhao was spreading paper and ink, staring at the expression of "daughter's sorrow" with his eyes shining.

That's it, that's it.

His eyebrows were frowning just right, and his eyes were filled with sorrow.

The feeling that he could not catch for countless days and nights was now truly presented to him.

Mr. Zhao had a premonition that he would draw the most beautiful picture of a lady in his life tonight.

Although he was only facing a woman from the Red Chamber, the other party's appearance and temperament were even better than any other lady in the boudoir.

At the same time, Wang Wu also had a premonition, when her shoulders were sore.

Well, I probably won’t get out of bed tomorrow.

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