Nightfall Chapter 37: Where is the brothel?
Chapter 37, where is the brothel?
The rank of Yushitai is not high, and the power is not small. From the sixth-rank Shiyushi, it can actually be regarded as an important person in the imperial bureaucracy. The places where such people enter and exit are heavily guarded, whether in Yamen or There will be many subordinate guards around the mansion. A young man who sells Chinese characters is going to kill a Yushi in the capital of the Tang Empire, Chang’an. This sounds a little fantasy, and it is still used to the oriental fantasy of individual heroism.
But Ning Que never considered **** the opponent. In his opinion, killing is the simplest thing in the world. The beginning of his life journey began with a murder. Later, he was stuffed in the grassland at the border of Minshan Mountain at the crossing of Beishan Mountain, and he didn’t know how to fall under the tip of his blade. How many beasts and humans were dropped.
He only cares about one thing now—how to kill Yushi Zhang Yiqi without being discovered—however he trusts his killing skills, he can face the powerful Tang Empire’s public security yamen and think of the deep Unfathomable strong man, he knew very well that if he couldn’t get out quickly afterwards, he would have to simply die.
There is very little information on Zhang Yiqi on the oil paper, and it is not suitable for Ning Que’s plan, except for one: Yushi Zhang Yiqi has a serious temperament, but I heard that the disease of **** in the dark is extremely serious, and he often visits in private. Land of Wind and Moon. It’s just that this person has a fierce wife and carries the reputation of Yushi on his back, so he must be very careful when going to buy Huan. After all, Zall is just a low-level spy in the military department, and he has never found out which brothel he often visits.
“There are so many buildings in Chang’an City, which one would you go to?”
Ning Que frowned and thought hard, overturning the previous idea of tracking the opponent to find the brothel. Since the military’s professional spies have not been able to find out where Zhang Yiqi’s house of ecstasy is by this conventional method, then This Yushi must have his own method. As for the personal preferences of such officials, the chatty Chang’an people in the teahouse would not care too much, so it is difficult for him to get what he wants from the streets and alleys, and things become a little troublesome.
Holding his jaw and staring at Qingyang after the rain, he stared blankly for a long time before he stood up suddenly.
He was in a good mood at this moment, and finally realized that this is no different from hunting in Minshan and chopping wood on the grassland. Since he wants to know where the old bear and the horse thief are, and there is no general that the old hunter likes. Provide you with a map, then the only thing you can do is to use your feet to walk into the Minshan Mountain and into the grassland, to see the traces of abrasion on the bark, the dried feces in the weeds, the fire buried under the mud Pile of ash.
He is a good hunter and an excellent woodcutter. He can use these details to determine which mountain the old bear is hiding in and whether he has been injured, how many people there are in the horse thief, and whether he has left Subbi Lake. Then he believes that he must also be able to judge the daily habits of a Datang Yushi through the details he personally observed, and find a way to kill him silently. The thing he needs to do most now is to walk into Chang’an. city.
“I want to go out and stroll around.” Ning Que stretched out, confessed to Sangsang, and walked out.
Sangsang chased to the door and helped the door and asked: “Where are you going? Do you want me to follow?”
Ning Que understood what she was worried about and replied with a smile: “There are some places you can’t follow.”
Walking on the sunny streets of Chang’an, Ning Que’s mood became better. He deliberately forgot the blood in the spring rain, and then turned himself into a young scholar who was studying in a foreign country. He went to the bookstore to retire. I discarded the few idle books I had read, and then began to wander between Yushitai and Zhangfu.
The next day, he walked under the shade of willow trees, standing by the sugar man stall, watching the square-faced, unangered and mighty Yushi-sama from the Yushitai and back from the crowd. In my house, watching the powerful entourage of Kong Wu next to the Yushi-sama, watching the disciplined security forces in the streets and lanes, watching the Yulin Jun Xiaoqi who occasionally gallops by him, I became more sure that I could not use street violence. This reckless way to kill people.
A whole day seems to have no gain. In the evening, the gate of Zhang Mansion opened wide. Master Yu Shi seemed to be going to someone for a formal banquet. Mrs. Yu Shi and a few women dressed as concubines were sent out. The idle men on the street smiled and pointed to the place. Speaking of envy, Ning Que, who was drinking herbal tea in the tea shop, noticed some details. Except for the thin lady with indifferent expression, the concubines and waiters were extremely plump.
Men’s love for women’s aesthetics has always been manifested not through wives, but through concubines or lovers. Marrying a wife is sometimes because of family, money, and future… There may also be such vain things as love. And their purpose of accepting concubines or lovers is very simple, purely to conform to the idea of sex.
“I like plump girls.” Ning Que looked at the concubines who stood behind the mistress like a quail, but the proud and cunning concubines in their eyes from time to time, smiled and meditated in his heart.
Following Master Yushi’s sedan chair out of four streets, watching the sedan chair entering somewhere in the majestic Prince’s mansion, Ning Que quietly glanced at the gate of the Prince’s mansion, then turned around and walked to a lively place at random, looking for it. An idle man asked: “This friend, I want to know, is there any girl in Chang’an City who is known for her plumpness?”
This is a stupid question, but after passing a piece of silver corners, no matter how stupid the question is, you can get a less stupid answer. In the eyes of the idle man, Ning Que suddenly became a foreigner from Chang’an. Qian Lian Nen Tu Baozi scholar, after making fun of it twice, he held the teapot with a professional ethics and introduced him to Hao Sheng in Chang’an City.
Listening to the name that was more complicated than the actual paper for the college admission test, Ning Que rubbed his eyebrows and said with a wry smile: “Too many, which ones are the most expensive? And the environment should be quieter.”
Taking the names and addresses of several famous brothels, Ning Que searched the brightly lit streets of Chang’an. He hesitated in that romantic place. He did not go in some buildings, just looking at the appearance and surrounding environment. That Yushi-sama is definitely not a frequent visitor here, this is purely a hunter’s intuition.
The problem is that he is really not good at hunting in this kind of place. When the tortoises at the door were so eager to summon the guests, but he never went in, he couldn’t help feeling a little embarrassed. When he walked outside the fourth brothel on the list , He has found that this method is not only stupid but also extremely stupid.
There are many brothels in Chang’an City, and the environment is quiet and noble, but which building will not have some plump red-card girls? It’s like a blind bear to bump into it, wondering if the chance of encountering the old bear is too small.
When he wandered outside this brothel for a long while and turned away angrily, he suddenly heard a silver bell-like sound behind him. Those crisp laughter floated far on Chang’an Street, attracting countless people Gaze.
Ning Que looked back suddenly, and saw that the brothel was dimly lit. The Iraqi people who had not yet started work leaned against the fence and laughed. The red-sleeved tricks in the building seemed to be making fun of a young man with a tender face who dared not come in.
“Too bully!”
He tucked the heavy silver bag in his sleeves and looked at the beautiful prostitutes upstairs who were smiling and smiling. He bowed his heart, tilted his head, lifted the scholar’s shirt, and walked in vigorously. His new era.