Yan Qinghuan, covered in a veil, got off the palanquin with their help. When he raised his head, he saw a four-story tall building, with its eaves flying and beams carved and painted. The girls looked into the distance from the railing, playing zither or singing, or singing poems or sleeping.
The movements were beautiful as a painting of the palace ladies.
Yan Qinghuan couldn' t help but blush with shame. A brothel like Wind Moon could do such a noble thing. Xu Shengniang business mind was truly admirable.
Just as he was sighing, Xu Shengniang was placed out of the waist. He clicked his tongue in admiration:" Beautiful, beautiful. Chen Yu's moon-shut appearance. Miss Huan' er, come in quickly."
She looked at Yan Qinghuan like she was looking at a treasure tree. Her eyes were bright wit
