The strongest nine thousand years old

Chapter 127: Listening to music in the brothel, something happens today

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Xuan tugged at Chen Dong's sleeve, but Chen Dong shook her hand off and continued walking forward.

"Say something!"

Wen Xuan caught up again.

Chen Dong still ignored her.

"Are you unhappy?" Wen Xuan asked cautiously.

Chen Dong pursed his lips, his face looking a little gloomy.

"I won't leave if you continue like this!" Wen Xuan stomped his feet and simply stopped.

Chen Dong sighed, but turned his head to comfort Wen Xuan, "I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with me."

Wen Xuan pouted and said, "You did nothing wrong. It's all because of that Prince Jing! I didn't expect him to be such a person!"

Chen Dong looked at Wen Xuan dimly, "It's just that you are too beautiful. Even wearing men's clothes can't hide your charming style."

Wen Xuan slapped Chen Dong, "Slippery tongue! Find a place to eat, I'm hungry!"

Chen Dong looked around and found the nearest restaurant was Tinghualan.

Wen Xuan also saw the sign of Tinghualan, and a blush suddenly flashed across her face. Then, she pulled Chen Dong inside.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is a brothel." Chen Dong was about to shout when Wen Xuan covered his mouth.

Wen Xuan said with shining eyes: "I have never been to such a place. Take me to experience it. Then take me to the brothel at night."

A eunuch and a woman visiting a brothel together, are you serious?

Chen Dong: "..."

The two of them went to the elegant seats on the second floor. The waiter brought tea, snacks and fruit plates. Wen Xuan felt that it was not enough and ordered another large jar of wine.

The three-jin jar is bigger than Wen Xuan’s head.

She broke the mud seal, and a strong fragrance immediately filled her nose.

"Good wine!" Wen Xuan's eyes lit up.

Generally speaking, the more you like to drink, the less you should drink.

Chen Dong thought to himself, "She wouldn't be like Yan Yunzheng, who gets drunk after three cups of wine, right?"

When the food and wine were served, Wen Xuan first poured a full glass for both of them.

"Okay, don't think about that self-conceited guy. I won't be attracted to him." Wen Xuan took the initiative.

Chen Dong naturally knew this, otherwise, Wen Xuan would not have taken the initiative to leave Prince Jing's Mansion, but would have stayed to become Prince Jing's Consort.

He didn't lie to Wen Xuan, he was indeed angry with himself. If he was a high-ranking official with millions of soldiers under his command, would Yan Yunfeng dare to act rashly?

Not to mention competing with him for a woman, Yan Yunfeng would eagerly send the woman he likes to bed!

Power!

status!

Chen Dong took a big sip of wine and let out a long sigh.

There is a stage in the lobby on the first floor, and the prostitutes, who are barely visible in light gauze, will go on stage to perform their talents.

He is proficient in playing all kinds of musical instruments and singing.

Of course, if you want to play some musical instrument or sing in private, that’s not impossible, but you have to pay extra.

Wen Xuan's face turned slightly red, and he didn't know whether it was because of the wine in the glass or because of the obscene words and music of the woman on the stage.

She rolled her eyes at Chen Dong and snorted, "You men are all the same!"

Chen Dong grabbed Wen Xuan's white and tender little hand and said with a smile: "I am different from them."

"Yes, you are missing a piece." Wen Xuan joked.

Chen Dong: "..."

"This is the first time I've noticed that you have a very venomous tongue." Chen Dong poured a glass of wine for Wen Xuan, "Hurry up and disinfect it."

Wen Xuan made a "tsk" sound, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

Chen Dong found that he had miscalculated. Wen Xuan didn't just get drunk after three cups, he had already had seven or eight, and he wasn't drunk at all.

However, this wine has some diuretic effects, and Wen Xuan has already gone to the toilet twice.

"Do you want to see your kidney?" Chen Dong joked.

Wen Xuan rolled his eyes at him and said, "I don't need it!"

As she spoke, she actually had another drink with Chen Dong.

"How much alcohol have you drunk at most?" Chen Dong asked curiously.

Wen Xuan waved his hand, "I can't remember. My father kept me in a jar of wine since I was a child, saying that this way I wouldn't suffer any harm in the future."

If such a girl hangs out in a nightclub, she will never suffer any loss. She will drink without making a sound. She is a nightclub princess.

"What else did your father teach you?" Chen Dong asked.

Wen Xuan counted on his fingers, "The kick that cuts off the descendants, the soul-chasing and life-stealing jab, the tendon-splitting and bone-breaking hand..."

Chen Dong's cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead. This future father-in-law is incredible!

This time, listening to music in the brothel was truly amazing, and Chen Dong would never forget it.

"Your father is quite knowledgeable." Chen Dong laughed awkwardly.

"Of course, he also taught me the Thirteen Needles of Guiguzi." Wen Xuan said proudly.

The sound of the piano in the audience suddenly stopped with a "clang" sound, and a string suddenly broke!

Chen Dong subconsciously looked towards the audience.

I saw a girl with a veil on her face and in a white dress, bowing and apologizing. The host of the column quickly came on stage, calmed everyone down and promised to give them a free fruit plate.

The girl in the white dress seemed to sense Chen Dong's gaze. Before leaving the stage, she raised her head to look towards the second floor and met Chen Dong's eyes.

They looked at each other for only a moment, but it seemed to last forever.

The girl in the white dress quickly lowered her head and left in a hurry.

"Everyone has left, why are you still watching?" Wen Xuan pouted and said dissatisfiedly.

Chen Dong withdrew his gaze and frowned slightly.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Chen Dong felt that the girl looked very familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere.

The waiter brought fruit plates to each table and apologized repeatedly.

This service attitude is worthy of being the best brothel in Yanjing City, it's on point.

Chen Dong suppressed his thoughts and changed the subject: "Guigu's disciples, the Thirteen Deadly Needles that can help you cross the gates of hell?"

Wen Xuan snorted proudly, "Exactly!"

Guiguzi was proficient in the five arts of mountain medicine, fortune-telling, and divination. An ordinary person would be considered a master if he mastered one of them. However, he was not only proficient in all five, but also integrated them and evolved them into one great way - the way of vertical and horizontal.

His disciple Su Heng carried forward the art of vertical and horizontal strategy. During the Seven Kingdoms Rebellion, Su Heng joined forces with Gongsun Wudao to help the six kingdoms resist the powerful Yan Kingdom, blocking the road to the unification of Great Yan for seven years! If the six kingdoms had not been suspicious of each other and had internal strife, it would not have been as simple as seven years.

The diplomat became famous all over the world because of this!

The first thing Emperor Taizu did after ascending the throne was to purge the members of the School of Diplomacy and cut off their inheritance.

Dayan will not allow such a heaven-defying inheritance to exist!

It is a miracle that Guiguzi's Thirteen Needles has been passed down to this day.

"The strategy of forming alliances and making coalitions should have been lost, but Guiguzi's other secret techniques should have been passed down. They are in the royal library." Wen Xuan licked his lips, with a hint of temptation in his tone.

"Would you like to go and have a look?"

Chen Dong said decisively: "Let's go!"

Wen Xuan's face flushed, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Chen Dong didn't think much about it, he just thought Wen Xuan was drunk and a little excited.

With Chen Dong's facial recognition, Wen Xuan was able to enter and exit the palace unimpeded.

The two soon arrived at the library.

However, at the door of the library, there was an old man with white hair and beard sweeping the floor.

Chen Dong's eyes twitched, and he blurted out, "Sweeping Monk!"