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Chapter 113 Hexagram 8

Yun Fuzhao had been curious about the brothels and pleasure quarters of the human world ever since she transmigrated into the book, and now she finally had the chance to broaden her horizons.

To avoid revealing their identities, the three wore masks.

"Please come in, gentlemen," a woman reeking of perfume said warmly, leading them inside. "What kind of male prostitutes would you like?"

Yun Fuzhao waved his hand and said, "Call all the most beautiful male prostitutes here."

The madam beamed with delight upon hearing this, "Alright!"

The three were taken to a superior room.

Song Ying: "Senior Sister Yun, I suspect you wanted to come on your own, and you even said you wanted to broaden our horizons."

"What are you saying? What are you saying!" Yun Fuzhao denied righteously, "Am I that kind of person?!"

Xie Wan smiled but remained silent.

Yun Fuzhao felt a little guilty under their gazes.

"Ahem, speaking of which, why haven't they arrived yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of handsome men walked in.

Some of them held musical instruments, while others held fans, sitting respectfully to the side, playing music and fanning them.

Some even knelt down in front of the table, peeling fruit for them.

Song Ying had never seen anything like this before, and her face immediately turned red with embarrassment. She kept drinking water to calm herself down.

Yun Fuzhao was alright; she hadn't watched so many TV dramas for nothing, so this kind of scene was nothing to her.

"What do you think? Aren't these young men handsome?"

“Not bad,” Xie Wan commented, “but compared to Wen Yan, it’s too vulgar.”

That's spot on!

But this was not Yun Fuzhao's real purpose. "Wen Yan and Yu Nian'er have already pledged their lives to each other. Almost the entire cultivation world knows about their affair. Why do you need to do this?"

Xie Wan shook her head. "I don't know either. After he saved me that time, I was lovesick. I felt miserable if I couldn't see him."

The young man sitting in front of Yun Fuzhao spoke gently: "There are plenty of fish in the sea, my lord. You don't need to hang yourself on one tree. With your good looks, what kind of man can't you find?"

He poured Xie Wan a glass of wine and slowly raised it to her lips. "Besides, are you sure it's love for him, sir?"

This young male prostitute was quick-witted and charming, leaving Xie Wan completely bewildered.

Yun Fuzhao sipped his wine with a smile.

A faint scent of incense lingered in the room. The fragrance was elegant and pleasant, unlike the perfume and cosmetics she had imagined.

No wonder they all say this is the most famous brothel in Chang'an. With such looks, such musical skills, and such a courteous and respectful service attitude, it's no wonder she's famous.

After waiting for about an incense stick's time, Yun Fuzhao heard a familiar voice coming from outside. They had finally arrived.

Yun Fuzhao grabbed the two of them, "Come on, I'll show you a good show."

The two, who were initially resistant, are now somewhat reluctant to leave after tasting the sweetness of her words.

"Wow, you guys are so quick to contradict yourselves!"

Song Ying: "His piano playing is so beautiful. I have never heard such moving music in my life."

Xie Wan: "I feel that no man is good enough for me right now."

"..."

Yun Fuzhao grabbed one in each hand, saying, "I brought you here just for this moment, come quickly."

"What do you mean?"

Yun Fuzhao smiled mysteriously, "It means to make you give up completely."

In the original storyline, a mysterious treasure appeared in the human realm, and the Xuantian Sect sent Wen Yan to investigate it. He will come here after the formation competition ends.

Yu Nian'er became suspicious and followed him all the way here. When she saw that it was a place like this, she was immediately filled with jealousy.

The two staged a chase scene, with the exchange of "Let me explain" and "I won't listen, I won't listen."

In the novel, the two almost had a tragic ending because of this incident.

Yun Fuzhao brought Xie Wan along, intending to use this as a pretext to make her mistakenly believe that Wen Yan was a playboy.

At this point, Wen Yan should be searching for treasures here first.

The original novel doesn't explain this treasure in much detail; it mainly serves to foreshadow the emotional changes between the male and female leads.

"Give up? You mean Wen Yan?"

Just hearing that name made Xie Wan's heart beat faster.

Yun Fuzhao nodded. She heard the other person seem to have entered the room opposite them.

"Let's keep a low profile and avoid being discovered."

Song Ying: "What brings Wen Yan here?"

Yun Fuzhao, without changing her expression, smeared him: "What else can a man do here?"

She observed Xie Wan's expression; the latter showed no emotion, remaining perfectly calm. Could it be that the words of that male prostitute had worked?

Yun Fuzhao was openly eavesdropping at the door, but she heard nothing. Wait a minute, she clearly heard Wen Yan's voice.

As I was pondering this, the wooden door was suddenly pulled open.

Caught off guard, Yun Fuzhao collapsed.

She felt two pairs of eyes staring straight at her.

Before her were familiar robes and wheels. Yun Fuzhao's heart skipped a beat. Just as she looked up, a long sword was pointed straight at her neck. "Who are you?"

Yun Fuzhao met Gong Yuhe's eyes.

He kept his eyes down, his gaze devoid of emotion.

Kong Hao coldly repeated, "Who are you?"

Song Ying and Xie Wan behind her also drew their swords. "And where did these two come from?"

Yun Fuzhao raised his hand and pushed the sword tip to the side. "Don't get excited, we're all friends."

Her voice was undisguised, and Kong Hao recognized it immediately, "Yun Fuzhao?"

"Hi, we meet again."

Kong Hao sheathed his sword. "You woman, you've been following us?"

Yun Fuzhao dusted himself off and stood up. "Following? Why would I follow you?"

“Who knows,” Konghao said. “Most likely they haven’t given up and are still thinking about our Holy Son.”

Hearing this, Song Ying and Xie Wan exchanged a glance, both seeing a maternal smile in each other's eyes.

Yun Fuzhao cried out that he was wronged, "I'm really impressed. Is your Holy Son some kind of hot commodity that everyone wants to have his eye on?"

"How dare you compare our Holy Son to a hot commodity! How rude!"

Seeing that he was about to explode again, Gong Yuhe raised his hand to stop him, "Kong Hao."

With the Holy Son speaking, Kong Hao dared not say anything more.

"I'm asking you, where did that tall, handsome man in the purple robe go!"

A familiar voice rang out, and Yun Fuzhao, without thinking twice, strode over to Gong Yuhe and pushed him back into the room, saying, "Quickly, come in."

Kong Hao was about to lash out, but seeing that the Holy Son did not react, he had no choice but to give up.

The door closed, and Yun Fuzhao continued to eavesdrop against the wall.

She momentarily forgot to push Gong Yuhe aside, resulting in the two of them being very close, with the latter's cheek almost touching her abdomen.

Gong Yuhe had never been so close to anyone before. He felt uncomfortable and wanted to roll away from her.

That unmistakable fragrance finally dissipated with each breath.

"Nian'er? What are you doing here?"

"Brother Wenyan, why are you here again?"

Yun Fuzhao clung to the wall like an octopus, his gossip-loving heart burning brightly.

While listening, she also said to Xie Wan, "Just you wait and see, Wen Yan is no good. What decent man would come to a place like this?"

Gong Yuhe: "..."