At the time of You, the lights of the capital are lit up one after another, and it is the time when Hualou opens its doors to welcome guests.

In the carriage, Yu Lingxi changed into a light golden gauze dress according to Tang Buli's plan. The beauty in the rhombic mirror has long hair **** in a cloud bun, a little flower on the forehead, cherry lips and apricot cheeks, and is unparalleled in beauty.

Tang Buli didn't know what tricks he used, and soon got the pass card of the inner courtyard of the brothel.

The brothel only accepts male customers, and Yu Lingxi originally planned to let Qing Xiao hold the pass card to mix in and bring Hong Zhu out.

Unexpectedly, the inner courtyard is hidden very deep, with one card for one guest, they can only get in and out, let alone take away a big living person.

Some words cannot be passed on from generation to generation. Yu Lingxi had to ask Hongzhu face to face, so after thinking twice, she had to go and find out in person.

Just thinking about it, the carriage stopped.

Tang Buli, who was wearing a light beige-colored men's suit, opened the curtain and came up.

She put on two short mustaches on her lips in a pretentious manner, and the long whip that she carried hung around her waist in a few loops, just like a handsome and handsome dandy.

Seeing Yu Lingxi dressed up, "Mr. Tang" couldn't help but glared and said, "My old age, you are really, really..."

Lord Qingping, who hated reading, was poor in his words. After "really" for a long time, he couldn't find a suitable word to describe it. He said in shock: "Now I really feel that your title of 'the most beautiful in the capital' is not a false claim."

This time the girl put on the makeup of a flower girl, and the golden gauze was gorgeous, adding a bit of seductive femininity, not like a concubine, but more like a concubine or fairy.

Yu Lingxi herself was not quite used to it.

She had too much makeup on her face, and her clothes were too thin, she frowned and said: "This frivolous and gorgeous makeup is really uncomfortable."

She was forced to wear such bold makeup and clothing only once when she was serving Ning Yin in her previous life.

But it was in the dormitory, it doesn't matter if you lose face or not, it's not as good as showing off today.

If it wasn't for the fact that there was only one pass card, and her appearance and figure were really not comparable to men, and she could be seen through at a glance in men's clothing, she would not want to go to the trouble of pretending to be the concubine of "Mr. Tang".

"Although Lanchun Pavilion does not accept female guests, it allows male guests to bring their concubines to train and study. Sui Sui pretends to be my concubine, sneaks into the inner courtyard with me, and then looks for opportunities to find what you want people."

Tang Buli repeated the plan again, and then looked at the two brothers Qing Xiao and Qing Lan who were waiting outside the carriage, "What about you, meet them in the front yard, don't startle the snake."

After arranging everything, Yu Lingxi covered her veil and followed "Mr. Tang" to get off the car.

The noise of the lights immediately rushed towards the face, and Yingge Yanyu surrounded the surroundings, which was extremely extravagant.

After entering the door of Lanchun Pavilion, Yu Lingxi felt that this place was slightly familiar.

The further you go in, the deeper the sense of familiarity. It wasn't until she walked along the frivolous Jiuqu Gallery to the inner courtyard and glimpsed the raised corner of the teahouse to the west from afar that she was sure she had been here.

When she was assassinated and her arm was poisoned and injured, Ning Yin brought her here to the private room in the inner courtyard to heal her injuries.

Ah, is there any internal response for him in Lanchun Pavilion?

Thoughts drifted for a moment, and Tang Buli who was beside her was holding her shoulders, and said with a smile: "I heard that Miss Suqin's dance of the Western Regions is unparalleled in the world, so I specially brought my concubine here to learn, and I can dance it when I return home." Give me some entertainment."

It turned out that the nursing home came up to check the pass card.

"Young Master and Madam, please come in, but..."

The nurse returned the pass card to Tang Buli, and glanced at Qing Xiao and Qing Lan behind her, "No guards or servants are allowed inside."

Yu Lingxi turned her head slightly and signaled with her eyes.

Qing Xiao and Qing Lan took the order, took a step back, and went to the agreed meeting place separately.

The pavilions in the inner courtyard are not as flashy and gorgeous as the front courtyard, but rather elegant, and you can hear the sound of pipa and piano.

Gui Nu led Tang Buli and the two to Miss Suxin's small building, and bumped into a group of wealthy young men in the corridor.

The oily-faced noodle in the lead hugged the shoulders of the person beside him and said with a lewd smile: "Brother Chen, how does that three-inch lilac tongue of Miss Hongrui taste?"

The man called "Brother Chen" was a young man of weak crown age, he looked quite decent with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but unfortunately he revealed his true self as soon as he opened his mouth, squinting his eyes and said frivolously: "Ecstasy and bone loss, this trip is worthwhile."

"No wonder Brother Chen has been with her for so long! Hahahahaha..."

Those obscene words and **** words in the back are unbearable.

Tang Buli, who was silent at the side, suddenly stopped.

Yu Lingxi looked back, and whispered in doubt: "A Li?"

Tang Buli acted as if he didn't hear it, staring fixedly at the friend who was going out with prostitutes, his beautiful face sank.

Yu Lingxi looked at her, then at the people walking slowly towards her, and suddenly understood: that "Brother Chen" was presumably Tang Buli's fiancé—Chen Jian, the grandson of the Grand Tutor.

It was too late to appease, Tang Buli had already moved.

She untied the long whip hanging from her waist, and strode towards Chen Jian, with a flick of her wrist, the shadow of the whip was thrown out like a snake.

The glazed lamp in the corridor went out, and there were exclamations everywhere. Chen Jian fell back with a groan, and a red and swollen welt appeared on his face.

Chen Jian covered his face and said angrily, "Who are you? Why did you hit someone!"

Tang Buli was already dissatisfied with this marriage, and at this moment, he was furious, and he sneered with a whip in his hand: "I am your ancestor Tang! You are the one who beats you, a big bastard!"

Chen Jian's screams and his companion's call for help alarmed the guards downstairs, and it was too late to stop him now.

Yu Lingxi had no choice but to take advantage of the chaos and retreat, turned around and trot towards the miscellaneous room that Qing Xiao had stepped on, where Hong Zhu was said to be.

As soon as he went downstairs, he almost ran into a person head-on.

Taking a closer look, he turned out to be an acquaintance—he once proposed marriage to her, and later became the son of Amber with a seductive concubine.

No wonder the inner courtyard of Lanchun Pavilion is so heavily guarded, it's really hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and you can bump into a dignitary who comes to have fun in just three steps.

The two had met before, and Yu Lingxi hurriedly lowered her head and lowered her eyes, but Cheng Anbo's son grabbed her and said, "Stop."

Yu Lingxi's heart tightened: Could it be that she was recognized?

She lowered her head even lower, only two crow-feather eyelashes fluttered outside the veil.

But he saw Cheng Amber's son "Hey", and looked around her up and down: "What's your name? Why haven't I seen it before."

As she said that, she wanted to use her hands to pull the veil covering her face.

Yu Lingxi picked up her heart that had just been let go, hurriedly took a step back while covering her veil, and slammed into a firm embrace.

The world fell into a moment of silence.

The lingering familiar cool sandalwood reminded her subconsciously of the never-stopping purple hem at the birthday banquet.

Yu Lingxi stood stiffly, her heart suddenly shrank, and then there was infinite pain.

…

When Xue Cen woke up, it was already dark.

"Where is this...?"

Rubbing the dull pain in the back of his neck, he got up, only to find that he was only wearing loose underwear lying on the soft couch with veils, and beside him, a woman with beautiful muscles and fine bones was sleeping next to him, making a soft moan. .

Xue Cen was horrified, fell off the couch, and a pile of utensils on the desk with him fell to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

The woman was completely woken up, yawned dissatisfiedly and got up, her hair pinned down, and the quilt slipped off, revealing a large area of ​​beautiful scenery.

But Xue Cen really didn't have the courage to appreciate it, so he turned his head away and said with a blushing face, "Girl, quickly put on your clothes, this... how decent is this!"

"Young Master, are you joking? All the people who come to us are undressed, and I have never seen anyone with clothes on."

The woman had no shame, leaned on Xue Cen softly and flirtatiously, "Besides, didn't the young master take off very happily just now?"

Xue Cen only felt a buzzing in his head, he forgot all the etiquette and rules, got up and pushed the woman away and said, "You are talking nonsense! I...I..."

He turned his back and hurriedly checked his clothes.

He had never had a woman, so he couldn't tell whether he lost his virginity or never. He was in a state of confusion, but when he saw a few bright red lip marks on his chest and abdomen, his hands and feet suddenly became cold.

Hua Niang watched the jade-faced gentleman's face fade from crimson to pale, she couldn't help being startled, she stretched out Dan Kou's bright red finger and poked him: "My lord, are you alright?"

Xue Cen closed his clothes tremblingly, because his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't tie the belts several times.

Tears welled up in his red eyes, and he said hoarsely for a while, "Go out."

Seeing his choked Adam's apple, the corner of Huaniang's mouth twitched.

You're here just to have fun, so why cry?

"Young master..."

"go out!"

So Hua Niang swallowed back the sentence "I was as faint as a dead person, I didn't have time", rolled her eyes to the back of her head, snorted and left in her clothes.

Xue Cen was still sitting on the ground in a daze, his handsome face was full of ashes.

Is it because the people in this brothel deliberately murdered and framed customers, or was it the Seventh Prince...

He clenched his fists, supported the couch and slowly got up, picking up the robes and jade belts scattered on the ground one by one.

As if desperately trying to hold up the broken dignity, the more you pick it up, the redder your eyes become.

Squeak, the door opened again.

Xue Cen looked up in a panic, but it wasn't Hua Niang who came in, but a tea delivery girl with a scar on her forehead.

"My lord, please have some tea..."

The servant girl raised her head, but when she saw Xue Cen's appearance, she trembled, and the cup in her hand fell, making an ear-piercing sound of shattering.

Xue Cen also recognized her, and couldn't help but put his clothes on his chest to protect him: "Hongzhu?"

Isn't the person in front of you the missing personal maid of Miss Zhao's family?

Looking at each other speechlessly, Hong Zhu's pupils trembled, and she turned around and ran away.

Her behavior was too abnormal, and seeing her embarrassed appearance again, Xue Cen couldn't help feeling ashamed and angry, and stepped forward to explain: "Miss Hongzhu, it's not what you think..."

Hongzhu, however, seemed to see a life-threatening ghost, and cried out in shock.

She cried and tried to pull the door, but when she found that it couldn't be pulled, she huddled in the corner and begged: "I didn't see anything! It was Miss who ran into your secret conversation that day, and I really didn't hear anything! Mr. Xue, please let me go! "

"What secret talk..."

Xue Cen realized something was wrong, and stared at Hong Zhu in a daze, "What are you talking about?"

…

Under the corridor of the inner courtyard.

Yu Lingxi felt her waist tighten, and her back immediately pressed against her hard chest.

"newcomer?"

She heard a very light sneer from above her head, and the familiar voice was loose and deep, "Why, Prince Cheng Amber is also interested in this beauty?"

Yu Lingxi had heard this voice thousands of times, but never once had it been like this night, making her feel uneasy.

She remembered Ning Yin's strange and cold eyes at the birthday banquet.

Both she and Ning Yin made their own choices, and it was extremely embarrassing to meet in such a situation.

Equally embarrassing was Cheng Amber's eldest son.

He had been to the queen's birthday banquet, so he naturally recognized the handsome young man in purple robes and Chinese clothes in front of him.

Although he has no power or influence, he is a prince after all. The eldest son of Cheng Anbo is so beautiful but not obsessed with color, so he can only let go and apologize with a smile: "Your Highness likes it, how dare you take it away?"

"very good."

Ning Yin didn't seem to recognize the woman in her arms, and said calmly, "She's the one tonight, please, my lords."

It was only then that Yu Lingxi noticed that there were two middle-aged men standing behind him. Judging by their attire, they should be civil servants who went out at night in ordinary clothes.

At this moment, it was hard to get off the tiger, and before Yu Lingxi could figure out how to get out, she was forcibly carried upstairs and entered an elegant room with carved gold and painted walls.

The luxurious flower branch candlesticks landed on the ground, and the lights were as bright as day, illuminating the beaded curtains in the room with incomparable brilliance.

Behind the screen, there is already a piano lady playing music. The sound of the piano is like flowing water and the sound of a phoenix, elegant and unparalleled.

Ning Yin sat down with the two civil servants, poured a glass of wine by himself, and looked at the beautiful woman with bright golden gauze: "What's your name?"

He really didn't seem to recognize himself.

Also, dressed like this, with heavy makeup on and covering his face, who would recognize him?

Yu Lingxi tasted restraint for the first time, unable to lift her head under Ning Yin's scrutiny, and just wanted to get out quickly to find Hong Zhu's whereabouts.

But she couldn't move, and she didn't dare to respond.

Ning Yin's cold and unfamiliar eyes were like heavy shackles, pinning her in place.

Distraught, it really couldn't be worse than it is now.

Ning Yin suddenly smiled: "So she is a dumb girl."

The two civil servants looked at each other, and one of them, who was younger, nodded his head and said firstly, "Minister... I am waiting for the adventure to come here to discuss important matters with Your Excellency, not to be greedy for sensuality..."

"Dance." Ning Yin turned a deaf ear and only squinted at the slender beauty covered in a light veil under the light.

Yu Lingxi froze.

She is not good at dancing, but she obeys Tang Buli's plan and dresses up as a dancer and concubine.

"Seven Palaces..." The civil official tried to make a sound, but he still wanted to test it.

Ning Yin put the lamp aside and said in a deep voice, "Jump."

The weight of a word is like a thousand weight.

Yu Lingxi had no choice but to stiffen her body, stepping on the rhythm of the piano, and slowly stretched her arms.

She was born in the general's mansion, and she studied piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so she didn't need to learn from that inferior concubine Ji to entertain people with her sensuality.

Therefore, in the two lifetimes, she could only dance one dance, and Ning Yin forced her to learn it in the previous life, because he said that he wanted to see the golden bell jingling and jumping on her white and undulating body.

At that time, she was a little scared and a little bit wronged. She didn't study very seriously, and she almost forgot the movements. What's more, that kind of dance needs a special tune to match, and it can't match the gentle sound of the piano, so the dance is very rusty and staggering.

She stared at the toes and the fluttering skirt the whole time, not daring to look into Ning Yin's eyes.

Judging from the silent attitude of the two civil servants, they probably couldn't bear to look directly at them.

So much for torture.

After the song was over, the room was so quiet that only Yu Lingxi's slightly rapid breathing could be heard.

She couldn't stay any longer, and Fuli was about to retreat, but suddenly there was sudden applause in the dead silence.

"Excellent."

Ning Yin clapped her hands and laughed loudly, as if seeing some wonderful performance, her shoulders were shaking.

When he smiled like that, Yu Lingxi couldn't leave the stage and froze in place.

The two civil servants didn't understand why, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

Ning Yin closed her smile and asked, "Didn't the dance look good?"

"Looks good, looks good..."

The two had no choice but to raise their hands and applaud perfunctorily.

"Come here." Ning Yin showed a cheerful look.

Yu Lingxi couldn't leave, so she moved closer with small steps, still keeping her head down.

"Sit." Ning Yin said again.

Yu Lingxi raised her almond eyes outside the veil, and quickly looked around.

There are only three chairs in the room, and there is no extra space.

Seeing her hesitation, Ning Yin put down her crossed legs, and knelt on her knees with her knuckles, which couldn't be more obvious.

Could it be, let her sit on his lap?

In front of two civil servants with unknown intentions, this is too much...

This person was obedient when he was Wei Qi, but he was obsessed with killing when he was the regent, and he behaved unfemininely.

Unexpectedly, when he was the seventh prince, he would be so vegan...

Forget it, the current self is not qualified to talk about him.

Yu Lingxi bit her lip, carefully hiding her emotions.

Before she could think too much, she raised her hand to prop up the Eight Immortals table, jumped lightly, and sat gracefully on the table.

The wine cup was tipped over, and the drizzling water wetted her draped golden gauze dress, drop by drop, reflecting cold and dazzling light under the candlelight.

The two civil servants were stunned, and Ning Yin was also stunned.

For a moment, his eyes burst into a smile of interest, and the hand that was kneading on his knee was slowly raised and landed on Yu Lingxi's back.

Then through the thin fabric, it follows the graceful curve of her back, and stays in the depression of the waist if there is nothing.

Yu Lingxi's whole body tensed up suddenly, as if someone was pinching her life gate, and she was about to tremble subconsciously.

If Ning Yin's expression was not too frivolous at this time, she almost thought that Ning Yin recognized her.

The two civil servants probably saw that he was really addicted to women's pastime, and had no intention of seizing power.

Seeing that the Seventh Prince was in high spirits, the two exchanged a look and bowed to leave.

As soon as the two left, Yu Lingxi saw that the smile in his eyes faded and turned into a familiar blackness and silence.

The hand on Yu Lingxi's back was also slowly removed and put back on her lap.

Such a change calmed Yu Lingxi's racing heart.

She knew that Ning Yin was just acting.

When the play is over, she should go too.

Yu Lingxi tapped her toes and took the opportunity to leave the table.

The belt was hooked, and Ning Yin spoke leisurely, using a cold tone that was completely different from just now: "You knocked over my wine, and you leave without a glass of compensation?"

Yu Lingxi resigned to her fate, so she poured another glass of wine, lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and handed it to Ning Yin.

Ning Yin refused.

He raised his black ice-like eyes, and said with a slow smile, "I used to feed Miss, but that's not how I feed her."