Chapter 174: Red Mansion Storm

Chapter 174: Red Mansion Storm

Chapter 174 Qianhonglou Turmoil (asking for monthly votes, one chapter left)
"Little Miss, why are you always staring at me?"

Four pots of Begonias were placed on the table in the middle, adding a touch of spring to the solemn Beiyuan lobby.

The person who sent the flowers also brought an invitation letter.

The woman in the black dress sat on a wooden chair. She had bright eyebrows, white teeth, a slender figure, a silver hairpin in her hair, and her long black hair fell naturally to her waist like a waterfall. Although she was not stunningly beautiful, she exuded the youthful vitality of a girl.

"Is Commander Zhang also a girl? Are you afraid to see it?"

When they first arrived in the mountains, the distinguished guests attracted a lot of insects and ants.

Perhaps due to years of practicing the "Dragon Catching and Acupuncture Point Pressing" technique, Zhang Yu's five fingers are extremely beautiful, slender and powerful, tight and white. When he flicks his fingers, streams of energy shuttle through the flowers and leaves, even the small insects attached to the back of the leaves are flicked away.

He shook his head and said, "I'm just afraid that others will misunderstand me."

"What's the misunderstanding?"

"I misunderstood that you liked me. If this gets out, it will damage your reputation."

Xie Xiaoman chuckled and said, "Commander Zhang, I already have someone I like. I'm not afraid of others misunderstanding me, but I'm afraid... you misunderstanding me."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Zhang Yu nodded slightly, called two disciples, and moved the Star-Moon Begonia under the eaves, where the sunlight was just right.

Seeing Zhang Yu walking out the door, Xie Xiaoman asked, "Where is Commander Zhang going?"

Zhang Yu stopped, looked back at Xie Xiaoman, frowned and said, "Where should I go to tell you?"

"That's not the case. A Xiangzhu in Beiyuan was just killed. Hall Master Di asked his subordinates to protect Commander Zhang."

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Okay, I'll tell you, Miss Xiaoman has found someone she loves, but I still don't know where my marriage will end. I heard that there are two new Red Yi musicians in Qianhong Tower, so I can only go there to listen to music alone to relieve my boredom."

Xie Xiaoman smiled contemptuously and said, "Are you going there to listen to music?"

Zhang Yu chuckled and said, "You are just ignorant. There are two kinds of songs in Qianhonglou. One is sung on the stage with clothes on, suitable for daytime listening, and the other is sung on the bed with clothes off, suitable for nighttime listening. Anyway, they are all...squeaky and make people happy and healthy."

He glanced at the slender waist of the woman in the black dress and asked, "Little Miss, if you are interested, would you like to go with me? And listen with me?"

Zhang Yu laughed and walked out of Xuehe North Garden.

Xie Xiaoman stood up angrily, holding the two swords at his waist, and cursed: "You rascal, you are so shameless!"

Zhang Yu rode on the white jade lion horse and, with the help of the token, passed through two city gates.

After crossing the Xingxing Beach, he walked slowly and arrived at Pingding City in about half an hour.

Qianhonglou is still bustling with singing and dancing, and the guests coming and going are a mixed crowd. Most of them are here for pleasure, while some take advantage of this place of good feng shui to avoid being seen, connect with all parties, and carry out secret activities.

As Zhang Yucai walked to the embroidery room on the east side of the second floor, he smelled a faint scent of tea.

"It seems that the person who asked me to meet has arrived first."

The door opened, and when Shen Huakui saw the person coming, a look of surprise appeared in her eyes, and she hurriedly welcomed him in.

"Xiang Zuo used his ears well. He said that Master Zhang, you are here, but I didn't believe it."

The man sitting at the table was about forty years old, wearing a dark brocade robe, with a beard, and single eyelids that were deep and restrained, rough yet delicate.

He raised his eyes and looked at the young man who walked in.

His steps were vigorous, his demeanor was steady, his eyes were restrained, and it was obvious that he had cultivated extremely advanced internal skills. He wore a sword and a knife on his waist. If it was not for show, then he was practicing both sword and knife.

Among the younger generation in the world, there are only two people who have achieved this level of accomplishment, one in the Western Regions and the other in Wudang Mountain.

Xiang Wentian has never been convinced by the passage of time, and at this moment he couldn't help but sigh that there are talented people in every generation, and the new generation is better than the old one.

His generation will eventually be blown away by the wind and rain.

Zhang Yu had met him once before on the Blackwood Cliff. He bowed and said, "Greetings, Xiang Zuo Envoy."

Xiang Wentian said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, please take a seat. Now all my good friends in the Divine Religion are trying to avoid me. It is rare that you can come to the appointment. Just for this reason, Xiang knows that he has made the right choice of you."

Zhang Yu sat down opposite him and said with a smile, "Xiang Zuoshi is a senior in the sect, and I am a junior. We both serve the Sun Moon Sect. It is my honor to be invited."

After Shen Huakui made tea for the two of them, she tactfully retreated to the outer room and played the piano.

Xiang Wentian is a die-hard follower of the Ren family and the person Yang Lianting most wants to get rid of.

As long as the sun continues to rise over the Black Wood Cliff as usual, the evil spirits at the foot of the mountain will not be able to cause any trouble and can only hide in the shade and lie dormant.

But Dongfang Bubai is a human, not a god, and sooner or later his days will be numbered.

Zhang Yu rejected Ren Yingying's invitation, but that didn't mean he had to cut off his ties with the Ren family.

Besides, compared to Miss Ren, who is somewhat like Little Tornado Chai Jin and acts radically, Xiang Wentian is more like a wise man. Faced with a complicated situation, he always keeps his eyes on the most core contradiction.

That is, in the Sun Moon Sect, the prestige of him, Xiang Wentian, and Ren Yingying combined is far less than that of Dongfang Bubai. The only one who can compete with him is Sect Leader Ren Woxing, who has disappeared for more than ten years.

Finding Ren Woxing has always been Xiang Wentian’s top priority.

Xiang Wentian smiled and said, "I am a straightforward person. I invited you today not only to meet the young heroes of the sect, but also to discuss something with you."

Zhang Yu said, "Please speak to the Left Envoy."

Xiang Wentian asked, "Are you planning to lead your team to the capital?"

Zhang Yu nodded and said, "Yes."

He continued to ask: "For a blood file?"

Zhang Yu was very frugal with words: "Yes."

He asked again: "Is that person's surname Yang?"

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "It seems that Xiang Zuo knows everything." He then vaguely realized that the blood space was really a hot potato.

The most troublesome place is probably not in the capital, but in Heimu Cliff.

Xiang Wentian looked at Zhang Yu and whispered, "Xiang wants to participate in this pursuit."

Zhang Yu hesitated: "Isn't this against the rules?"

Xiang Wentian said, "I can hide my identity and follow you secretly. If Brother Zhang has any concerns, I can swear on Miss Ren's life that I will follow your orders when we go to the capital and will never stop you in the slightest."

Zhang Yu chuckled and asked, "What is the purpose of Xiang Zuoshi?"

"After I catch that guy, I want to see him."

"It's that simple?"

"I want to ask him a few questions. As for what they are, I don't want to lie to you, and I can't tell you. Please forgive me."

Zhang Yu picked up the teacup and said hesitantly, "Xiang Zuoshi, I can't answer you now. Please allow me to think about it."

Xiang Wentian was about to continue persuading Zhang Yu when he suddenly heard a commotion coming from outside the door.

"Ask the courtesan to come out and receive the guests."

"My young lady is unwell, you can't go in."

"Who are you kidding? Who is playing the piano in the room?"

"Elder Liu, you can't..."

"Get out of here! You, a slave, dare to stop me?"

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap in the face.

The piano music in the room also stopped abruptly.

Shen Qingjun stood up with her zither in her arms, and said helplessly, "Liu Rong knows that Miss Ren has lost her power, so he came here to attack me. It's not appropriate for outsiders to know that you two are meeting here. I'll deal with it, and you go out through the back window."

When Liu Rong saw the beauty walking slowly out of the embroidery room, his eyes suddenly widened.

She was wearing a white dress, had fair skin and graceful lotus steps. She was in a brothel, but she had the dignified air of a lady from a noble family.

She is indeed the top courtesan in Qianhong Tower, not comparable to ordinary vulgar women.

He swallowed and said, "Miss Shen, you finally came out?"

Shen Qingjun glanced at the maid in green who was sobbing softly. There was a bright red slap mark on her left cheek.

She smiled and said, "Why are you crying? You are also stubborn. If Elder Liu wants to see me, just let him in."

The maid in green covered her face and cried, "Miss, Madam Yang promised that you can only see the people you want to see, and no one can force you. This has been the rule since you entered the building..."

Shen Qingjun smiled gently, she knew what Cui'er meant. Qianhonglou was not an ordinary brothel. Liu Rong had been making trouble for so long, but no one came to care about it. This implicitly represented the attitude of Mother Yang, or the Master Shangguan behind her.

"Silly girl, there are no unchanging rules in this world. Who can protect anyone forever?"

At this time, a lot of people were standing in front of the courtesan's embroidery room, including the girls from Qianhonglou. Many of them had received favors from Shen Qingjun, but no one stepped forward to stop her. Instead, they all seemed to be gloating.

"Finally someone can cure her."

"You are so high and mighty. You really think you are the daughter of a noble family."

"She usually gives us small favors, but maybe she looks down on us in her heart. We are all lowly people doing the flesh trade, but she is the Bodhisattva Guanyin, who is untainted by the mud?"

"She seems so aloof, but in fact, she is just like us."

"She's just pretending to fool those stinky men. She's more despicable than anyone else in private."

"I heard that the backer has lost power. A phoenix without feathers is no better than a chicken."

They watched from the sidelines, but felt happy from the bottom of their hearts.

"The disasters of this world can drown us, so why can't they drown Shen Qingjun?"

"Why? We are in the same sewage ditch, and we have to use our hands and feet to paddle to survive, but she, Shen Qingjun, can sit firmly on the lotus pedestal, and someone is holding up a canopy for her."

"This is not fair!"

"Miss, no one can protect you, but Cui'er can..."

The little maid in green wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Shen Qingjun.

She turned to look at Liu Rong and said with a smile, "Elder Liu, it is an honor for Qingjun to visit you."

Liu Rong suppressed the heat in his heart. He had been craving for this piece of delicious meat for several years.

"I heard that Miss Shen is not feeling well?"

Shen Qingjun said: "It's already healed."

Liu Rong smiled proudly and said, "Miss Shen said something right. There is no such thing as an unchanging rule in this world. I am also a frequent visitor of Qianhonglou. Unfortunately, I have not had the blessing to enter Miss Shen's embroidery room in these years."

Shen Qingjun chuckled and looked at the sisters she was on good terms with. The expressions on each of their faces showed the fickleness of the world and the complexity of human nature.

Although she felt chilled in her heart, she was not surprised. She had experienced this once before, when her family suffered a tragedy when she was eight years old, her father and brothers were exiled, and the family property was confiscated.

After a moment, Shen Qingjun turned around and pushed open the door.

"Elder Liu, please come into the room and have a chat."

(End of this chapter)