Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Chapter 555 The Mystery of Bianjing: A Tale of Love and Debauchery (20 chapters)

Xu Shi.

Just as the pharmacy was about to close, a limping figure walked in.

"Doctor, please dispense the medicine!"

"Okay!"

"Oh, it's Xiao Nianzi. Didn't you get medicine today?" The pharmacy clerk asked curiously, looking at the familiar face.

"Don't even mention it, I tripped and fell, and all of us became fish food in the pond!" Little Millstone complained, bending over, but he didn't forget to remind her, "Oh, and we need to get some medicated oil to put on it."

"I understand. After all, you make a living by your legs."

"hey-hey."

As darkness fell, although there was no curfew in Bianjing, many businesses still closed as early as dusk.

The young man living on West Street probably saw that the pharmacy was closed, while their Dongmian Pharmacy would close an hour later and offer more affordable prices, so he rushed over to get another prescription.

Recently, the merchants on this street have become accustomed to it.

A servant-like man, who was quite generous with his money.

No matter what,

Being associated with a lavish establishment like Feihua Pavilion may seem glamorous on the surface, but whether it lasts depends on the person's abilities.

Haishi.

With an undisguised joy and a bag full of gifts, Zhou Yin prepared to share them with her younger sister and take a nap, just like always.

But a hand stopped him.

“Miss Zhouyin, my wife has already retired for the night.”

"I know, I'll be quiet." Zhou Yin demonstrated, preparing to quietly slip into her sweet sleeping bed, assuring her sister she wouldn't mind.

"Miss!" Xinrong raised his voice slightly and sighed, "My wife is exhausted, please don't delay tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Zhou Yin murmured, only then snapping out of her reverie of the joy Wen Ziji had given her for her birthday surprise. Immediately, she instinctively wanted to ask her sister to analyze her strange feelings—why had this sudden surge of bitterness welled up inside her?

Could this be because she has ulterior motives towards Lord Wen and is unwilling to separate from him?

In the days that followed, she also learned a lot.

If the property is put up for sale, then the legitimate wives of respectable families will lose their place.

She has to accept that the other person will have other people, and that they will have them before her.

But I can only be someone who can't be seen in the light.

The thought of what might happen in the future made her feel angina.

Xinrong was helped back to her room by Xinhe and Bingxiang, who arrived later. Before leaving, the two maids glared at Xinrong, as if complaining that she had offended Zhouyin.

Xinrong didn't even blink, and could only sulk in silence.

Compared to Xia Youmi, who was valued by the madam, the maids finally realized that they would have the opportunity to go out with Zhou Yin and live a decent life in a respectable family in the future.

Let's see what my wife thinks next.

The younger sister, Miya, who was determined to stay in the pavilion, became an obstacle.

In the afternoon, the wife went to the old courtyard alone, and Xinrong and the other two started arguing, turning against each other and deepening their estrangement. They were also holding their breath, wanting to see the other party regret their actions.

They all make sense, but no one feels at ease.

After the three left,

Xin Rongcai realized his inner clothes were wet and broke out in a cold sweat.

It was my first time lying, and I was still a bit awkward, avoiding eye contact.

However, as the tension gradually subsided, Xin Rongcai, having calmed down, reflected on the situation and savored a subtle sense of satisfaction.

Ha, what's the use of everyone knowing? Her wife doesn't come home all night and no one notices, that's what's really impressive.

Xinrong never forgot his original intention in choosing his master and recognized his uniqueness early on.

Bingxiang only became a maid halfway through her life, and Xinhe still remembered her mother's decision. Everyone except Zhouyin, who was more shrewd, knew this.

She understands better when to do what.

Even if his wife only stayed in the courtyard, or if there were other arrangements, Xinrong remained steadfast in his belief that his wife was in the room.

On the other side,

Xia Youmi did indeed return to the old courtyard and witnessed this scene.

A test that wasn't really a test is over.

She simply didn't go back without explaining to Xinrong, and whatever he did wouldn't affect the subsequent arrangements.

But Xinrong's attitude isn't necessarily a bad thing.

......

The next day,

The quiet of the early morning suppressed an overwhelming sense of joy.

This is Panlan's intention: the girl should sleep until noon so that she can have enough energy to deal with the big occasion.

In addition to the pimps at Feihua Pavilion itself, they also bought quite a few young trainees this month.

In the arena teeming with ferocious beasts, this group of people were successfully brought to their feet.

They showed no mercy and were even less selfish than their predecessors who were used to bribery and bribing. Their neat and uniform attire and their spirit were pleasing to the eye.

Intimidate troublemakers, and reassure genuine customers.

Such a big scene.

Even before the guests were officially welcomed, many quick-witted individuals were already waiting. They publicized the layout and notices of Feihua Pavilion, conveying the message that the night would be safe and discreet.

Except for those who were specially invited, the number plates were sold out long before the girls even got up to solicit customers.

If you arrive late, you can only grab any kid and buy the license plate at a high price to resell it.

Xiao Nian was among them, hesitating whether to make a move or go in himself. He had been preparing for a long time, but the price of the number plate had already reached an enticing level. Selling it would allow him to visit other stores or Fei Hua Ge several times in the future.

I'm just watching the performance; I can't participate in the bidding.

Is it worth it?

However, as night approached, some of the scalpers had no chance to sell tickets anymore.

Some were robbed, some were handed over under the guise of confiscation, and some were caught red-handed by their own families.

In other words, the license plate that the lower-class residents bought at a low price after queuing up early doesn't actually belong to them.

Even if they first hide in another market, thinking they'll come back before entering.

They would also be stopped by patrolling constables who would question them about their reasons and background, shattering their hopes of concealing their identities.

Tonight, the Left Army Inspector will be in charge of maintaining order in this area.

Some, not wanting to be questioned repeatedly, simply discarded their tokens. After watching the commotion outside, the yamen runners collected quite a few tokens. Upon receiving instructions from the inspector, they all handed them over to the squad leader, the patrol inspector, for safekeeping.

Qin Fang's subordinates even joked with him, "With this opportunity in your hands, can you still resist it, sir?"

Although few dared to discuss the matter of seeing the twin flowers in the street due to the rules of the government, quite a few people privately sought out Qin Fang to tease and joke with him, as the day of the official opening approached.

Some superiors will also inquire which one is more worthwhile.

The twin flowers are listed separately, so those with considerable "background" will have to choose carefully.

Although almost all of them claimed to be helping a friend find out, who knows if their friend is a good person or a bad one?

Qin Fang didn't tell the truth about any of them; he just fobbed them off.

But deep down, I knew I had no chance to join in the fun.

They lacked neither power, status, nor money.

Even when it comes to feelings, it's just a fleeting glance; Feihua Pavilion is not a place to be easily entered.

She was nothing more than a prostitute.

But it seemed as if there was an insurmountable barrier between them.

To calm himself down, he volunteered to accompany Lord Wen on duty during his days off. This seemed to serve as a warning to himself that he would never have the chance to enter.

The number plate in his hand was almost crushed.

Having is also not having, and not having is also having.

He looked up at the attic, but could see nothing.