At the foot of the mountain, a road winds to the front, and the weather is gloomy. A carriage sped along the road.


    The curtain of the carriage was lifted and a head was sticking out. He was a pretty looking boy. He said to the driver in a loud voice: "uncle, slow down. It''s too bumpy."


    "It''s going to rain. If it doesn''t, it''s going to rain. If my horse gets sick and delays my work, will you pay for it? " The coachman asked out loud.


    "Well, Xiaofeng, it''s nothing to bump. The coachman is right. Just go back early." A warm voice came from the carriage, comforting the young man, "draw your head back quickly, or you will knock it later."


    The boy named Xiaofeng originally wanted to refute the coachman. When he heard what the people inside said, he drew his head back bitterly. Looking at the person sitting opposite him, he said unconvinced: "young master, we didn''t give you any money, just a lot more. What''s his attitude?" The carriage and the coachman were hired. Today Xiaofeng and his son are together to pray in the temple on the mountain. But on the way back, the weather suddenly changed, so the driver speeded up the speed of going back. Naturally, the carriage was extremely bumpy, and the breeze was a little nauseous.


    Before the person sitting opposite the breeze spoke, he heard the coachman muttering in front of him.


    "What''s the price of rabbit? It''s my wish to carry you, and I''m picky. " The voice of the driver''s disdain came to the ears of Xiaofeng and childe.


    As soon as Xiaofeng''s face changes, he will speak out. The man sitting opposite him waved his hand, and his face was still calm.


    Xiao Feng bit her lip and lowered her head in frustration. He really felt aggrieved for the young master. How could such a good man be trapped in such a place?!


    The young master, known as the young master of music, is the number one of Changqing building in the capital.


    Changqinglou is the largest brothel in Beijing. However, the people who serve in it are all men. Of course, they will not be called "rabbit" on the surface, but "childe". Because the CHILDES of Changqing building are different from those of other brothels. Most of them are Qingguan, and they all have their own skills. It''s a place for many men in Beijing to pursue elegance.


    The most famous one in Changqing building is the four young masters of Meilan, Zhuju. Mr. Yue used to be Mr. LAN, and he was the best at playing the piano. A few years ago, there were countless patrons. People who wanted to see him could line up from the corner to the end of the street. But these years, he is older and his style is not as good as before. The title of master LAN has changed. He used his original name again, young master Yue. Because it is said that his surname is le.


    Being ridiculed by the coachman, there was no angry expression on his face. Looking at the small wind in the corner, he knew that the child was feeling aggrieved again.


    "Xiaofeng''s mouth can hang an oil bottle." Happy childe smile to open mouth, "well, don''t get angry, go back to buy you the Fu Ji pastry that you like, each kind buys a, OK?"


    Xiao Feng pursed her lips even more severely, and muttered: "you treat me like a child. I''m not young." Although he complained, Xiaofeng''s frown eased.


    At this moment, the roof of the carriage made a slight crack, 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 on just now. How can it be so dark now?"


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