fall in love with the merry lord

Chapter 8 Entering the Brothel

Before reaching the entrance of the alley, I smelled a pungent smell of incense powder. A place like Rouge Alley has always been a place where black and white are turned upside down. The lights everywhere have been dimmed, but here is the only place where the lights are still bright and the people are buzzing. , there are prostitutes standing around with their breasts exposed. I have never been to the current red light district, so I don’t know if I can beat the excitement here.

Followed the prince all the way into the depths of the alley, passed several large courtyards, and also passed Wanhualou, but I didn't see him go in, I just murmured in my heart, this is a brothel, my eyes are so high.

I didn't expect him to stop by an elegant small building. I was wondering why there was such a place in Rouge Lane, and I inadvertently looked up, "Zhujun Pavilion". . . "This, this, my lord, this is..." I was so surprised that I couldn't speak completely, no, no, this bastard. . .

"Hahaha, Jin'er, what kind of devilish expression is that on your face? The place I went to is the Goulan Courtyard. Do you have any objections?"

"No objection, no objection, please, my lord." After staying for a while, I realized that I cared too much. Even if I went to the Goulan Courtyard once, I would not necessarily be gay. I heard that ancient princes and nobles adopted male pets for fun. It's nothing, immediately changed his face, lowered his head and let him in.

With a low laugh, he stepped in.

When I entered the hall, there was no one to greet the guests. I couldn't help looking around, only to find that this small building looks small, but when I entered it, there was a hidden cave. There was a small bridge and flowing water in the lobby.

Just lamenting how elegant the layout was, I saw a handsome man in his thirties coming down the stairs, probably the owner of the place.

"What's the name of this young man?"

"My son's surname is Huang, so it's good to call me Mr. Huang."

"Then Mr. Huang, is there anyone he likes when he comes to our Zhujun Hall?"

"That's not yet, how about my mother arrange the arrangements for me..."

Let me go, why are you so polite all of a sudden? Is it really the work of elegant people to visit brothels?

"Then please come with me, my lord."

He was happy to leave now, and I thought to myself, I felt that I was going to be a light bulb, so I might as well take the opportunity to sneak back to sleep, and saw that he had reached the side of the small bridge, and was about to turn around and slip away.But the person in front shouted without looking back, "Lin Jin, where are you going, follow me."

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Entering a fairly elegant room, a handsome young man came out of it.

I followed in and stood behind the prince, and watched him start to tease the young master. The man who was already astonished as a heavenly man put on that kind of ruffian smile, I watched silently, and started to be in a daze.

Unknowingly, he picked up a glass by the table, which looked like water, and the two people who were still looking at the two people who were joking over there suddenly felt dazzling, and tried to swallow the whole glass.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that I was holding my grandfather's cup, which was not filled with water. . .It's wine. . .it should be no problem. . .Silently put the cup back. Fortunately, the two of them were talking about themselves and didn't notice me. . .

But why does it feel so hot. . .The face is a little burned. . .Looks like he was drunk?I haven't drank much alcohol before, and I would drink some red wine or beer at most. Could it be that the alcohol content here is very high.

I feel vaguely that I can't stand anymore, and I'm slowly falling backwards. It's also uncomfortable to see others flirting. Let's go to sleep, sleep is just right.

. . . "Jin'er, what's the matter, this is..." Hearing the man's exclamation before falling asleep, he felt amused, and still had time to look at me.

. . . . . .

My head hurts, my eyes are so astringent, what's going on.

I slowly opened my eyes, and there were gorgeous carvings on the top of my head. This is not the room I usually live in. In a blink of an eye, I suddenly found that there was a humanoid object beside me, and I was holding that person's arm tightly. . .what happened. . .While looking at the sleeping man, he slowly withdrew his hand, hahaha, he probably wouldn't notice if he slipped away like this quietly.

Unexpectedly, before she pulled her hand out, she was taken back into her arms by someone, who muttered, "Don't move around, let me sleep a little longer."

I didn't dare to move anymore, and lay silently, only then remembered that I seemed to have drunk something wrong last night. . .And fell asleep?Did something happen afterwards?I feel like the plot didn't develop the way I imagined. . .That, the young man from yesterday.Shouldn't they be in the same bed?How is this going. . .

I fell asleep again in a daze, and when I woke up again, I was still in the arms of the man. He seemed to have not woken up yet. When I moved lightly, he opened his eyes and stared at me.

"Well, my lord, let me go first." I pushed him and was about to break free from his embrace, but he hugged me hard and said through gritted teeth, "You little bastard, you don't know how to drink or anything. Drunk, still restless, crying and crying in sleep, holding my hand and not letting go, scaring away all my beauties." As if talking was not enough, he reached out and tapped my forehead. "Why, I'll take care of you in the middle of the night, so you can't be a pillow for me."

I was taken aback when I heard that, no way, is my wine so bad?It has been 26 years since the two lifetimes combined, but I still haven't drunk much, and I haven't been so completely drunk.

"Well, my lord, I'm really sorry. I haven't drank alcohol before. I accidentally drank it yesterday. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..." What should I do now, plead guilty? . . .

Unexpectedly, he took me back into his arms and patted me on the back, "Poor child, I have suffered a lot since I lost my parents." Could it be that I kept crying and calling my mother yesterday, no, sir Said I am over 20. . . "By the way, where is your hometown? I've never heard of anyone calling your mother a mother..." But his voice immediately shattered my fantasy.

"My hometown... is far, far away..."

The author has something to say: Sorry, sorry, I remembered the wrong time yesterday

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