Chapter 289 Oiran Girl

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The shopkeeper's figure appeared outside the door of Li Beifeng's room.

He stood at the door, seemingly hesitant.

At this time, the room door slowly opened.

Li Beifeng came out, glanced at the shopkeeper, and said strangely: "Shopkeeper, why are you here?"

"Uncle..."

The shopkeeper hesitated to speak, and his eyes were slightly complicated: "Uncle, do you know the woman in white from before?"

Seeing the shopkeeper's face, Li Beifeng quickly realized what was going on.

He nodded slightly: "Yes, she is my friend!"

The shopkeeper was relieved and breathed a deep sigh of relief: "That's good...then it's okay..."

The pressure the woman in white gave him was too great, and her strength was even more unfathomable.

The huge Jianghu Inn is surrounded by countless security experts.

However, she felt like she was in a no-man's land, and she didn't notice her intrusion at all.

Such strength is rare in the world.

Now that he knew from Li Beifeng that the other party was not an enemy, the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle, it's okay, just rest!"

The shopkeeper turned and left.

Li Beifeng stood there for a while, squinting his eyes slightly and looking outside.

It's late at night now.

The noisy sounds outside gradually disappeared, and the streets gradually became deserted.

Li Beifeng turned around and went downstairs.

The hall was quiet and there was no one around.

Except...a certain waiter in the corner who looked uneasy.

At this moment, he was looking at Li Beifeng with complicated eyes.

"You, come here!"

Li Beifeng raised his hand towards him.

The waiter trembled slightly, moved his steps uneasily, and slowly walked to Li Beifeng.

"Aunt, uncle..."

"You have forgotten what I told you before?" Li Beifeng squinted his eyes slightly.

"Uncle, I..."

The waiter's face turned pale.

What did my uncle tell him?

Of course he remembers!

However, not only did he forget his uncle's instructions, he even decisively told the lady the news of his uncle's return...

At this moment, seeing Li Beifeng coming to question him, he suddenly became frightened.

Could it be that my uncle is here to settle a score with him?

My uncle isn’t going to...want to kill himself, is he?

"Um?"

Li Beifeng squinted his eyes: "How did you do it?"

"I……"

The waiter was shaking so much that he finally admitted it.

"Uncle, I was wrong. I betrayed you. I deserve to die. Uncle, I was wrong..."

Li Beifeng: "..."

Looking at the waiter who had explained everything in front of him, Li Beifeng was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes narrowed even more.

He originally just wanted to ask this guy why he didn't notify him in advance that Shen Qingning was coming, but the result was good.

This guy actually confessed that he was the one who betrayed him?

Was he the one who lured the Japanese... Shen Qingning to him?

"So, you betrayed me?"

The waiter trembled: "Uncle, I..."

"Come on, come over here and let's have a nice chat!" Li Beifeng waved to the waiter.

The waiter shook his head repeatedly: "Uncle, I don't want..."

Li Beifeng sneered: "It's not up to you!"

…

There were almost no pedestrians on the empty streets.

Most of the shops were closed, but the bustling area a few streets away was still brightly lit.

Two streets apart, there are two worlds.

From time to time, officers and soldiers from the county and city guards patrolled by, adding a bit of solemnity and tension to the night atmosphere.

Not far away, the most prosperous area is Qingxiang Building.

As the most famous brothel in the county, the girls in Qingxiang Tower are famous for their beauty, unique temperament and talents.

Especially the oiran girl from Qingxiang Tower, I heard she is even more outstanding.

Not only is she beautiful and unique in temperament, but she also has a sweet voice and a good personality. She is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, making her one of the best in the world.

Therefore, it attracted countless dignitaries and nobles to come and spend a lot of money just for a chance to look good.

As a result, Qingxianglou has become a leading company in the brothel industry.

It has to be said that the brothel industry in this era was very serious in involution compared to later generations.

A brothel girl must not only be beautiful and elegant, but also be talented and master all kinds of martial arts in order to earn a living.

Unlike in future generations hundreds of thousands of years later, you can make money just by lying in bed...

The fierce competition in the industry has also successfully made Qingxianglou famous.

Even though the night is already dark, Qingxiang Tower is still bustling with activity.

There were butterflies and butterflies at the door, and from inside came the laughter of all kinds of giggling and old clients...

Not far outside the door, there were many girls from Qingxiang Building walking around outside to get some air.

Opposite Qingxiang Building is a teahouse.

The teahouse is not closed yet.

At this time, there were many men sitting in a corner of the teahouse.

They looked at the Qingxiang Building opposite, with a look of envy in their eyes.

"These women in Qingxiang Tower are really more exciting than the others..."

"When I get rich next time, I must play with them and throw the money in the face of the madam, so that she will look down on me for not having money..."

"That's right, if you want to play, just play big... just play with their oiran, how exciting..."

"..."

As soon as this voice came out, everyone else stopped.

Turning back, his eyes were focused on the young man who appeared next to him at an unknown time.

"You...why do you look at me like this?"

The young man wondered.

"Boy, is there something wrong with your brain?"

"Want to play Ruyilou's Oiran? Are you afraid you haven't woken up yet?"

The young man asked strangely: "What? Isn't it possible?"

"Are you talking nonsense? Who doesn't know that the oiran girls in Ruyi Tower are prostitutes and not prostitutes?"

The big man curled his lips: "How many powerful people want to see the oiran girl but they have to see if she is free, let alone if something happens to the oiran girl... You'd better give up on this!"

The young man seemed to have some disbelief in evil. He said calmly: "We are all women from the dusty land. Is there any distinction between high and low? What is called selling one's art but not one's body? Such words are probably just to deceive you laymen... Who knows what the real situation is?”

When the others heard this, they all looked startled.

It seems... not unreasonable?

The women in Qingxiang Tower are all extremely arrogant.

But in reality, what kind of face do you have towards those wealthy people in private?

The oiran girl claims to be a prostitute rather than a prostitute, but...who knows whether she is a prostitute or not?

Who knew it wasn't the brothel madam's method to deliberately raise her net worth?

They are all girls from a brothel, so why are they pretending to be noble?

Thinking of this, many people suddenly stood in awe of this young man.

It's hard to disagree.

"Brother, you are indeed very kind. I am too hasty. I don't know your name?"

"It's easy, just call me **!" The young man cupped his hands.

"It turns out to be Brother Lei. Listening to Brother Lei's words is like listening to something!"

"..."

After discussing with everyone in the teahouse, the young man said goodbye and turned around to leave the teahouse.

After leaving the teahouse, the young man was about to leave.

A voice suddenly came from behind.

"Master, stay!"

Li Beifeng stopped and turned around.

But he found that there was suddenly a figure behind him.

A woman, a beautiful woman!

"Is it you?"

Li Beifeng recognized the woman in front of him at a glance.

Isn't it the girl Murong who he had crossed paths with when he broke into Qingxiang Building?

Later, when Li Beifeng was framed, this girl Murong came forward to help Li Beifeng.

Speaking of which, Li Beifeng still owed her a favor.

"Why are you here?"

Li Beifeng was a little surprised.

"What do you think, Mr. Li?"

Murong Die looked at Li Beifeng with a half-smile.

Li Beifeng was stunned for a moment before he remembered something and glanced at the Qingxiang Building next to him.

All right……

People's homes are here.

Murong Die walked forward slowly.

As she approached, a burst of fragrance came.

Very nice rouge scent.

Li Beifeng stared at Murong Die in front of him.

She is indeed beautiful, and her appearance is quite stunning.

Although not as good as Li Suyi and Zhao Ying, there are not many people in the world who can compete with them in terms of appearance.

The Murong girl in front of her may have been in a brothel for a long time, and her body is inevitably tainted with a certain aura of prostitution.

Especially the light makeup on her face is very beautiful, but it gives people a charming atmosphere.

When you get closer, you can tell that her body is mixed with the scent of rouge and body fragrance.

Very strong!

Weiwei made Li Beifeng a little uncomfortable.

"It's so late, why is Mr. Li here?"

Murong Die looked at Li Beifeng and asked with a smile.

"I can't sleep at night, so I came out for a walk!"

"Oh? Why can't Mr. Li fall asleep? Could it be that he has something on his mind?"

"No, I just slept too much during the day."

"..."

Murong Die was stunned for a moment, then he covered his mouth and laughed: "Master Li, you are really... very interesting!"

Immediately, she looked at Li Beifeng again, with something strange in her eyes: "I just saw Mr. Li discussing things about Qingxiang Tower with others in the teahouse?"

"Did you hear that?"

"I happened to be passing by and happened to hear..."

Murong Die slightly squinted her eyes and looked at Li Beifeng, and said with a smile: "Listening to what Mr. Li just said, could it be that he has any objections to the oiran girl from Qingxiang?"

"No!"

"Then why did you just...belittle the oiran girl like that?"

"I don't mean to disparage the oiran girl."

Li Beifeng shook his head and said with a serious face: "I respect every industry, and people in any industry should be respected for their efforts. So... I respect that oiran girl very much. Everyone comes out to make a living, and there is no such thing as high or low. distinguish."

Murong Die's eyes lit up slightly, with a strange expression: "Master Li... actually thinks that there is no high or low profession in the world? This is quite novel, but..."

Murong Die stared at Li Beifeng, half-smiling but not smiling: "Listening to what you just said, it doesn't mean that..."

"That's all just bragging and nonsense!"

Li Beifeng waved his hand.

"Really?"

"What if?"

Li Beifeng sighed and looked at Murong Die who was still asking questions, "Should I admit that I was rude to the oiran girl, right? Miss Murong?"

This time, it was Murong Die's turn to be slightly stunned.

Then, as if she thought of something, something strange appeared in her eyes: "You... know who I am?"

"I didn't know it just now, but now I know it..."

No matter how stupid Li Beifeng is, he guessed something.

The girl Murong Die in front of him is so beautiful and has a good temperament.

With such a beautiful face, it would be strange if she is not the courtesan!

At first, Li Beifeng did not think about it, but after a casual thought, he figured it out soon.

Otherwise, why would she keep asking?

Murong Die was stunned for a moment, and laughed again with her hands covering her mouth: "Mr. Li... it really surprised me."

"It's just so-so..." Li Beifeng said perfunctorily.

Murong Die looked at Li Beifeng, gradually restraining the smile on her face, and there seemed to be a hint of helplessness and a sigh in her eyes.

"In fact, what Mr. Li said is not wrong... How many women like me who have fallen into the dust are really clean?"

"How many people can get rid of the label on their bodies? If they can start over, who would be willing to ruin their reputation and fall to this point?"

Here it comes!

Li Beifeng was shocked.

Here comes the classic story of a lady in a massage and foot-washing city in the later generations.

"I don't mean to belittle the courtesan girl."

Li Beifeng shook his head and said seriously: "I respect every industry, and the efforts of people in any industry should be respected. So... I respect the courtesan girl very much. We are all here to make a living, there is no distinction between high and low."

Murong Die's eyes lit up slightly, with a strange look: "Mr. Li... actually thinks that there is no high or low in the world? This is very novel, but..."

Murong Die stared at Li Beifeng, smiling: "When you heard what you said just now, it doesn't seem like that..."

"That's all bragging and nonsense!"

Li Beifeng waved his hand.

"Really?"

"What else?"

Li Beifeng sighed, looking at Murong Die who was still asking questions in front of him, "Should I admit that I was rude to the courtesan girl, right? Miss Murong?"

Now, it was Murong Die's turn to be slightly stunned.

Then, as if she had thought of something, her eyes slightly showed some strangeness: "You... know who I am?"

"I didn't know just now, but now I know..."

No matter how stupid Li Beifeng was, he guessed something.

The girl Murong Die in front of him was so beautiful and had a good temperament.

With such a beautiful face, it would be really strange if she was not an oiran!

At first, Li Beifeng did not think about it, but after thinking about it casually, she soon figured it out.

Otherwise, why would she keep asking?

Murong Die was stunned for a moment, and laughed again: "Mr. Li... it really surprised me."

"It's just so-so..." Li Beifeng said perfunctorily.

Murong Die looked at Li Beifeng, gradually restraining the smile on her face, and there seemed to be a hint of helplessness and a sigh in her eyes.

"Actually, what Mr. Li said is not wrong... How many women like me who have fallen into prostitution are truly clean?"

"How many people can get rid of the label on them? If they could start over, who would be willing to ruin their reputation and fall to this point?"

Here it comes!

Li Beifeng was shocked.

The classic story of a lady selling misery in a massage and foot-washing city in the future is here.