Chapter 309: Murderer (two more) (1/2)
Chapter 309 Murderer (two more)
As the most rapidly rising brothel in Beijing, Xianleju has overshadowed the former Nephrite Pavilion. In addition to the fact that the girls in it are indeed all immortal, immortal and talented, its unique business model has also lifted the capital’s dignitaries. Appetite.
Gu Jiao came to the door.
The guard guarding the gate was a woman. The woman glanced at Gu Jiao's token, but she didn't say anything and let her go.
Gu Jiao visited the brothel for the first time, and it was so fresh.
There are no imagined drunken gold fans, intertwined chips, pushing cups and changing lanterns, Yingge Yan dance, the sound of silk and bamboo music here, sound is not depressive, but like a song of nature.
Walking in the spacious lobby, there are girls passing by her from time to time.
Gu Jiao glanced casually, she was really a fairy.
She seemed to have entered a fairyland on earth, only a little bit immortal.
Suddenly, a Begonia flower hit Gu Jiao's shoulder.
Gu Jiao did not reach out to take it, letting the flower fall to the ground.
A faint sigh came from the railing on the second floor: ”The son doesn't want the flowers of the slave family. Does he dislike the slave family?”
This sentence shattered the fairyland filter in front of Gu Jiao, and finally it smelled like a brothel.
Gu Jiao raised her head. She was wearing a half-face mask, covering her nose and upper face, but she did not cover her rosy lips and delicate chin, nor her cold eyes.
”Yo.” The girl upstairs let out a surprise, and straightened herself involuntarily.
Gu Jiao's figure is considered tall among women, and with her already heroic temperament, there is no pressure to dress up as a handsome boy.
The girl’s exclamation drew several companions, and everyone stood on the railing on the second floor and looked at Gu Jiao.
”Little son, take a look at me.”
Someone waved a handkerchief at Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao had never eaten pork or saw a pig go. She had leisure time to strike up a conversation with a strange man, and she was not a very powerful character in Xianleju.
Her target people are not them.
Several people seduce them for a long while without seeing Gu Jiao respond, and they can't help but complain.
”What a disappointment!”
”Isn't it? Even our sister Lianxiang can't even look at her, and I don't know who is it for?”
Lianxiang is the girl who threw the begonia flower at Gu Jiao.
”Could it be that she came to see Sister Qianxue?”
”Heh, sister Qianxue can see him?”
”Who wants to see me?”
A lazy and gentle voice sounded slowly from the end of the corridor.
Several girls who were chatting about Gu Jiao turned around and saluted respectfully: ”Sister Qianxue!”
The woman who was called her sister seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and was actually younger than a few of them. Ke Xianleju was never ranked by age.
”What are you looking at?” the woman asked.
She is wearing a plain white shirt and a tender yellow gauze. The color is bright, fresh, simple and elegant, which is eye-catching.
She wears a veil of the same color as the gauze, hazy, and the outline is vaguely visible but not very real.
Even if she is the same woman, she can’t help being attracted to her.
The women seem to be accustomed to this, and no longer expect them to answer themselves, but turn their heads and look downstairs.
”Yo.”
She also exclaimed a little, her eyebrows raised slightly, and her eyes rolled sideways: ”Here is a very clean boy. Bring someone up. I want this person.”
After she said, she turned on the third floor.
The maid behind her answered yes, stepped downstairs, came to Gu Jiao and gave a blessing to Gu Jiao: ”My son, my girl would like to please.”
Gu Jiao gave her a look and did not go.
”You...” The maid choked, ”Do you know who my girl is?”
Gu Jiao gave her another small look: Oh, who?
The girl with arms akimbo: ”My girl is the oiran of Xianleju! Others want to see you but can't see it! My girl can see you because she can look down on you!”
This is not the slightest thing. The oiran of Xianleju does not sell himself. He only receives one person every three days, one hour at a time, and it is worth a thousand dollars.
This is the case, there are still more stinky men in the capital who want to be her guests in the scene than the crucian carp who crosses the river.
Oiran should be a big fish.
Gu Jiao thought for a moment, and nodded to the maid, indicating that she had accepted her girl’s invitation.
The maid has a headache, is it an illusion? How do you feel that the look of this little boy just now is just arguing?
No matter what, if the girl wants to see her, the host must bring it up to see her, no matter how weird it is.
Gu Jiao followed the maid up to the third floor.
I didn't even notice how jealous the guests underneath looked at her.
Xianleju is difficult to come in. In Xianleju, it is not the guests who choose girls, but the girls who choose guests. If you are lucky, you can be picked up to the second floor. If you are not lucky, you can only take a lonely night tour in the lobby.
Only a handful have been on the third floor.
Of course, Gu Jiao didn’t know how lucky she was, but she could faintly feel that the third floor was extraordinarily quiet.
”Girl, the son is here.” The maid reported outside a room.
”Come in.”
The woman said.
The maid opened the door, smiled at Gu Jiao, and said, ”My son, please.”
Gu Jiaomai stepped into the house.
The maid closed the door from the outside.
The furnishings of the room look relatively simple, but it may also be because Gu Jiao does not know antiques. Any vase in this room is an antiquities from the front.
The woman sat in front of the dressing table, wiping her hands with vanishing cream while looking at Gu Jiao from the bronze mirror.
She also has a pair of talking eyes.
She wore a veil, but Gu Jiao could still feel her smiling.
She said: ”My son, please sit down.”
Gu Jiao sat down in the chair.
After the woman wiped the cream, Shi Shiran stood up and walked towards Gu Jiao.
She sat down on the chair next to Gu Jiao, and there was only a small square between them.
The woman poured a cup of tea for Gu Jiao, handed it to Gu Jiao, and said with a smile: ”This is the first time the son has come to Xianleju?”
Gu Jiao nodded, but did not drink the tea she handed over.
The woman sighed: ”Is the son afraid of poisoning me or that my tea is not clean?”
Without waiting for Gu Jiao’s answer, the woman took the cup of tea and drank it. Then as if the story had been turned over, she bends her eyes and said: “What does the son do in Xianleju?”