Chapter 97 Returning to Wanliu Street

Wanliu Street, Jinfeng Building.

A group of young men in fine clothes surrounded a boy of eighteen or nineteen and entered the lobby.

As soon as he saw a few people, the old bustard of Jinfeng Tower immediately lit up and greeted them happily.

"Master Duanmu, Young Master Jia, Mr. Wang, what wind brought you here! Haha, please come inside!"

The young man called Young Master Duanmu chuckled lightly and said: "Today you are not going to entertain us, but Prince Hao's son. If you serve him well today, the future benefits will be indispensable to you. "

The old bustard turned his head to look, and saw the young man surrounded by everyone, dressed in brocade clothes, red lips and white teeth, extremely handsome and charming.

It's just that there is a strong unruliness and impatience between his eyebrows and eyes, which makes people feel that he is very difficult to get close to.

However, when the old bustard heard that he was the son of Prince Hao, he immediately exclaimed, "It turns out that he is the son of the prince. You can visit our Jinfeng Tower, which really makes our Jinfeng Tower flourish! Please come inside!"

This Prince Hao's son, Murong Jue (jué), is the number one celebrity in Yong'an City.

Prince Hao, Murong Haoze, is the uncle of the current emperor, Murong Xuyao.

Murongjue's father died trying to save the emperor when the emperor had just ascended the throne.

Only Murong Jue was left in Prince Hao's mansion.

Since then, the current emperor has treated Prince Hao's residence with extra courtesy, and both Murongjue's mother and grandmother have been conferred the titles of first-rank wives.

Prince Lao Hao's title of prince can be passed on forever, and will not be degraded for three generations.

For Murong Jue, the nephew, the emperor doted on him even more.

Unexpectedly, this prince Hao's son turned out to be completely crooked.

Who in Yong'an City doesn't know his playful nature of sleeping in flowers and sleeping in willows, fighting cocks and lackeys?
As early as two years ago, it was said that the elder son directly used Wanliu Street as a place to sleep, rolling around in the flowers all day long.

From time to time, there will be stories of him fighting with people.

But because of the favor of the emperor, no one dared to offend this one.

Later, it was Prince Lao Hao who couldn't stand it anymore, dragged him home, and beat him hard to remove a layer of skin.

In the past two years since then, Murong Jue, the little overlord, has disappeared and never appeared.

So much so that the bosses on Wanliu Street almost forgot the existence of this man.

Unexpectedly, it appeared again today.

While thinking in his heart, the old bustard said repeatedly to the maid beside him: "Hurry up and call all the oiran girls in our building over, let Yunshuang, Liu Ling, Xiangxiang, and Yan'er all dress up well, and come to welcome the distinguished guests Already!"

……

Chu Yao wore a moon-white brocade robe and walked slowly down the street with a folding fan in her hand.

He received winks and applause from countless young girls head-on.

No matter whether she sees a beautiful girl or not, Chu Yao always smiles and nods gracefully.

When I meet some enthusiastic girls, I even blow a kiss.

The girls on both sides were fascinated and screamed again and again.

However, after walking all the way, Chu Yao did not find any business opportunities.

As a result, as soon as he turned his head, he saw three large characters hanging above the buckle - Wanliu Street.

Eh, by accident, she actually came to a brothel street?

Thinking of Chu Ruoqing's calculations against her that day here, and the pervert she met by accident.

Chu Yao rolled her eyes, shook her folding fan, and walked in swaggeringly.

Because it is during the day, Wanliu Street is not as lively as at night.

But there are also several courtyard doors wide open.

(End of this chapter)

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