The Great Tang: World Martial God

The carriage galloped all the way, but instead of going to the Changsun Mansion, it stopped in front of Hu Yuelou.

After getting out of the carriage, Tang Hao looked at the red-pink dress in front of him, and doubts arose from the bustling Hu Yuelou.

Chang Sun Chong also jumped out of the carriage and smiled faintly.

"Brother Tang is not surprised, I also had to lie, my father's words are true, but the mansion's statement is indeed false."

Tang Hao looked at Changsun Chong suspiciously.

"What's the so-called?"

Zhang Sun was not in a hurry to rush down, and he took Tang Hao's arm.

"This is not a place to talk, let's go in for a description."

As soon as I walked into this Huyue Tower, all four of them were drinking and chatting, chanting poems, and verses, and many women in cool clothes shuttled to the table.

"Young Master Grandson, rare guest."

A stretched voice came.

Accompanied by this voice came a slightly strong fragrance, and the half-concealed, concave-convex figure.

A woman in her thirties slowly walked down the wooden steps, with heavy makeup, and rushed towards Tang Hao and Changsun.

When I was approaching, the strong perfume smell came over my face, which was a bit pungent.

Tang Hao frowned slightly, disgusted.

It wasn't that this woman was not good-looking, but that the costume and the seductive voice made Tang Hao a little disgusted.

Seeing the deliberately evasive expressions of the surrounding women, Tang Hao determined that this woman was mostly a so-called old bustard.

The woman's gaze fell on Tang Hao, a glint flashed in her eyes, and she said with a smile.

"Oh, isn't this Prince Tang? It really makes this little shop flourish."

Upon mentioning this woman, the women shuttled around looked over, but no one dared to approach.

This brothel has the rules of brothel, and the class is the same as that of aristocratic families and divisions.

Most of the people wandering in the lobby and outside the Hu Yue Tower are of the lower class, full of flattery, and responsible for soliciting skin and meat business. Most of these service groups are ordinary disciples of the family, called Yaoer.

The source of wealth in brothels is mostly concentrated on the "Chang San". There are not many such people who serve brothel VIPs. This type of people is equivalent to the concubines fostered by high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

The upper class is nothing more than a book apartment, with outstanding appearance, elegant temperament, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, only selling art but not selling oneself.

The other category is the oiran who is superior to the book apartment, with outstanding literary talent and superb skills.

And these women in front of them are just the lower class, so naturally they dare not come to disturb these princes and nobles.

Changsun didn't care about these gazes even when he fell, and when he noticed the displeasure in Tang Hao's eyes, he said lightly.

"Thank Mama Li to arrange a secluded place. I want to have a chat with Brother Tang."

The old bustard named Li's mother is also a person who knows what to say, and said simply.

"The eldest son will wait a moment, I will arrange for the two girls to sing a little song to cheer up the two sons?"

"No, just look for the sound. Her little song is very pleasant to my ears."

After Grandson Grandson said, Yu Guang glanced at Tang Hao and said to the old bustard.

"My brother Tang is quite accomplished in poetry, so just go find someone who understands poetry."

"The two princes, please go up to the second floor and wait a while, I'll make arrangements."

The old bustard smiled heartily, and left.

Tang Hao stared at that seductive figure, then closed his gaze back.

The grandson grandson pulled Tang Hao slowly onto the steps and said meaningfully.

"Brother Tang, don't be deceived by this woman's disguise. Ordinary people just think that she is nothing more than a dirty and vulgar old bustard, but the facts may not be the case."

"A female stream can guard this Hu Yue Tower in Chang'an, where hundreds of officials gather at the feet of the emperor. How can ordinary people do this ability?"

After all, Changsun Chong lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice.

"If it is possible, Brother Tang still don't offend her, and don't have any connection with her."

Hearing Chang Sun Chong's words, Tang Hao's brows twitched slightly.

Although I don't know the woman's life experience, it must be a not easy figure to make Chang Sun Chong so solemnly imply.

In a moment, a small servant led Tang Hao and the others into the attic of the private room.

Outside the window, the water is gurgling, the breeze is slow, the rockery is rugged, and the grass is covered.

In the window, Tang Hao and Chang Sun Chong sat face to face.

...

The third floor of Hu Yuelou.

A woman was sitting by the window, staring at the stream in the distance with beautiful eyes. A stack of scrolls was placed on the desk in front of her, and the writing on the top scroll was faintly visible.

Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink Pipa, immediately remind...

It is the poem written by Tang Hao at the State Banquet of the Golden Palace, but the font is beautiful and fresh, and at first glance it is made by a woman.

suddenly.

A woman in a goose yellow dress opened the door and looked a little hurried.

"Yuqi, Yuqi, Lord Tang and Lord Changsun are here."

The woman named Yu Qi at the window put away her thoughts and said with a trace of sleepiness.

"Looking for the sound, let's go, I'm listless today, and I can't get excited."

When Xunyin approached Yu Qi, he flipped through the poems on the verdict. All the poems contained only this poem.

Slightly sorted out the poem manuscript, searched for the sound and smiled idiotically.

"Since you like this poem, and now the owner of the poem has arrived, why don't you go to see you?"

As soon as the voice fell, Yu Qi's figure was shocked, and he turned his head abruptly.

"Is Tang Xiao riding here?"

Xun Yin pursed his lips and smiled and said, "Who else will Mr. Tang I said, please hesitate for a while. Don't let other people get on the ground first, don't regret it."

Hearing this, Yu Qi pondered for a moment, adjusted her makeup slightly, and followed the sound search with the piano in her arms.