1568 Chapter 1
A road at the foot of the mountain winds its way to the front, and the weather is a bit gloomy. A carriage is speeding along the road.
The curtains of the carriage were lifted, and a handsome young man poked his head out. He shouted at the coachman, "Uncle, slow down, it's too crazy."
"It's going to rain heavily, and it's going to rain soon. If my horse gets sick and delays my work, will you pay for it?" the coachman asked loudly.
"Okay, Xiaofeng, it's okay to bump a little bit. The coachman is right, I'd better go back earlier." A gentle voice came from the carriage, comforting the young man, "Put your head back quickly, or you'll be knocked down in a while."
The young man named Xiaofeng was going to refute a few words about the coachman, but when he heard the people inside say that, he retracted his head resentfully, looked at the person sitting opposite him and said unconvinced: "My lord, it's not like we didn't give How much money is there, why does he have this attitude?" Both the carriage and the coachman were hired, Xiaofeng and his son came to the temple on the mountain to offer incense and pray today. But on the way back, the weather changed suddenly, so the coachman speeded up his return regardless. Naturally, the carriage was extremely bumpy, and Xiaofeng felt a little nauseous.
Before the person sitting opposite Xiaofeng could speak, he heard the coachman muttering in front of him.
"Why is Mr. Rabbit pretending to be precious? I am the only one who is willing to take you with good intentions, and I am picky." The coachman's disdainful voice reached Xiaofeng and the young master's ears.
As soon as Xiaofeng's expression changed, he was about to make a theory. The person sitting opposite him waved at him, his face still calm.
Xiaofeng bit her lip, and finally lowered her head in frustration. He was really upset for the young master. Why is such a good person like the young master trapped in such a place? !
The son is called Mr. Le, and he is the number one in the Changqing Building in the capital. It used to be.
Changqing Building, the largest brothel in the capital, but the people serving people inside are all men. On the surface, of course, they would not call them masters of rabbits, they would always call them young masters. Because the sons of Changqing Building are different from the young ladies in other brothels. Most of the young masters of Changqinglou are Qinghou, and they all have special skills. It is a place where many men in the capital pursue elegance.
The most famous ones in Changqing Building are the four sons of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. Mr. Le used to be Mr. Lan, who was the best at playing the piano. In the past few years, there were countless benefactors, and there was a crowd of people. People who asked to see him could line up from the street to the end of the street. It's just that in these years, he's gotten older, and his demeanor is not as good as before. The title of Young Master Lan has changed hands. He used his original name again, Young Master Le. Because it is said that his surname is Le.
Being ridiculed by the coachman like this, Mr. Le didn't show any displeasure on his face. Looking at Xiaofeng who was huddled in the corner with a slumped face, Mr. Le knew that the child was aggrieved for himself again in his heart.
"Xiaofeng's mouth can be hung with an oil bottle." Mr. Le smiled and said, "Okay, don't be angry, go back and buy you your favorite Fuji pastries, one of each kind, okay?"
Xiaofeng pursed his mouth even more, and muttered: "My lord just treats me like a child, I'm not young anymore." Although he complained, Xiaofeng's frowning eased a little.
At this moment, there was a slight crackling sound from the roof of the carriage, and the next moment, the sound became louder and louder.
"It's raining." Xiaofeng opened the curtain and looked out, "It's so dark, it was still bright just now, why is it so dark now?"