First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 309 Murderer (two more)

As the most rapidly rising brothel in Beijing, Xianleju has overshadowed the former Nephrite Pavilion. In addition to the fact that the girls in it are indeed all immortal, immortal and talented, its unique business model has also lifted the capital’s dignitaries. Appetite.

  Gu Jiao came to the door.

  The guard guarding the gate was a woman. The woman glanced at Gu Jiao's token, but she didn't say anything and let her go.

  Gu Jiao visited the brothel for the first time, and it was so fresh.

  There are no imagined drunken gold fans, intertwined chips, pushing cups and changing lanterns, Yingge Yan dance, the sound of silk and bamboo music here, sound is not depressive, but like a song of nature.

  Walking in the spacious lobby, there are girls passing by her from time to time.

  Gu Jiao glanced casually, she was really a fairy.

  She seemed to have entered a fairyland on earth, only a little bit immortal.

Suddenly, a Begonia flower hit Gu Jiao's shoulder.

  Gu Jiao did not reach out to take it, letting the flower fall to the ground.

  A faint sigh came from the railing on the second floor: "The son doesn't want the flowers of the slave family. Does he dislike the slave family?"

  This sentence shattered the fairyland filter in front of Gu Jiao, and finally it smelled like a brothel.

  Gu Jiao raised her head. She was wearing a half-face mask, covering her nose and upper face, but she did not cover her rosy lips and delicate chin, nor her cold eyes.

   "Yo." The girl upstairs let out a surprise, and straightened herself involuntarily.

  Gu Jiao's figure is considered tall among women, and with her already heroic temperament, there is no pressure to dress up as a handsome boy.

  The girl’s exclamation drew several companions, and everyone stood on the railing on the second floor and looked at Gu Jiao.

   "Little son, take a look at me."

  Someone waved a handkerchief at Gu Jiao.

  Gu Jiao had never eaten pork or saw a pig go. She had leisure time to strike up a conversation with a strange man, and she was not a very powerful character in Xianleju.

  Her target people are not them.

  Several people seduce them for a long while without seeing Gu Jiao respond, and they can't help but complain.

   "What a disappointment!"

   "Isn't it? Even our sister Lianxiang can't even look at her, and I don't know who is it for?"

  Lianxiang is the girl who threw the begonia flower at Gu Jiao.

   "Could it be that she came to see Sister Qianxue?"

   "Heh, sister Qianxue can see him?"

   "Who wants to see me?"

  A lazy and gentle voice sounded slowly from the end of the corridor.

  Several girls who were chatting about Gu Jiao turned around and saluted respectfully: "Sister Qianxue!"

  The woman who was called her sister seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and was actually younger than a few of them. Ke Xianleju was never ranked by age.

   "What are you looking at?" the woman asked.

  She is wearing a plain white shirt and a tender yellow gauze. The color is bright, fresh, simple and elegant, which is eye-catching.

  She wears a veil of the same color as the gauze, hazy, and the outline is vaguely visible but not very real.

   Even if she is the same woman, she can’t help being attracted to her.

  The women seem to be accustomed to this, and no longer expect them to answer themselves, but turn their heads and look downstairs.

"Yo."

   She also exclaimed a little, her eyebrows raised slightly, and her eyes rolled sideways: "Here is a very clean boy. Bring someone up. I want this person."

   After she said, she turned on the third floor.

  The maid behind her answered yes, stepped downstairs, came to Gu Jiao and gave a blessing to Gu Jiao: "My son, my girl would like to please."

  Gu Jiao gave her a look and did not go.

   "You..." The maid choked, "Do you know who my girl is?"

  Gu Jiao gave her another small look: Oh, who?

  The girl with arms akimbo: "My girl is the oiran of Xianleju! Others want to see you but can't see it! My girl can see you because she can look down on you!"

  This is not the slightest thing. The oiran of Xianleju does not sell himself. He only receives one person every three days, one hour at a time, and it is worth a thousand dollars.

  This is the case, there are still more stinky men in the capital who want to be her guests in the scene than the crucian carp who crosses the river.

  Oiran should be a big fish.

  Gu Jiao thought for a moment, and nodded to the maid, indicating that she had accepted her girl’s invitation.

  The maid has a headache, is it an illusion? How do you feel that the look of this little boy just now is just arguing?

  No matter what, if the girl wants to see her, the host must bring it up to see her, no matter how weird it is.

  Gu Jiao followed the maid up to the third floor.

  I didn't even notice how jealous the guests underneath looked at her.

  Xianleju is difficult to come in. In Xianleju, it is not the guests who choose girls, but the girls who choose guests. If you are lucky, you can be picked up to the second floor. If you are not lucky, you can only take a lonely night tour in the lobby.

  Only a handful have been on the third floor.

  Of course, Gu Jiao didn’t know how lucky she was, but she could faintly feel that the third floor was extraordinarily quiet.

   "Girl, the son is here." The maid reported outside a room.

"Come in."

  The woman said.

  The maid opened the door, smiled at Gu Jiao, and said, "My son, please."

  Gu Jiaomai stepped into the house.

  The maid closed the door from the outside.

  The furnishings of the room look relatively simple, but it may also be because Gu Jiao does not know antiques. Any vase in this room is an antiquities from the front.

  The woman sat in front of the dressing table, wiping her hands with vanishing cream while looking at Gu Jiao from the bronze mirror.

  She also has a pair of talking eyes.

  She wore a veil, but Gu Jiao could still feel her smiling.

  She said: "My son, please sit down."

  Gu Jiao sat down in the chair.

  After the woman wiped the cream, Shi Shiran stood up and walked towards Gu Jiao.

  She sat down on the chair next to Gu Jiao, and there was only a small square between them.

  The woman poured a cup of tea for Gu Jiao, handed it to Gu Jiao, and said with a smile: "This is the first time the son has come to Xianleju?"

  Gu Jiao nodded, but did not drink the tea she handed over.

  The woman sighed: "Is the son afraid of poisoning me or that my tea is not clean?"

   Without waiting for Gu Jiao’s answer, the woman took the cup of tea and drank it. Then as if the story had been turned over, she bends her eyes and said: “What does the son do in Xianleju?”

  This is a strange question.

  What can men do when they come to brothel? Is it possible to have a pure chat with a quilt?

  The woman put her elbow on the table, her index finger gently supported her chin, and said with a smile: "The son is too clean. At first glance, he is not a person who can ask questions about flowers."

  Gu Jiao frowned.

  Is her acting so bad? She obviously took the script of the romantic little boy today!

   Is she only worthy to fool Gu Chengfeng's second fool?

  The woman's eyes fell on Gu Jiao's throat.

   actually suspected her gender? Fortunately, she had already prepared, and put her Adam's apple on herself.

  The woman saw the Adam's apple, retracted her eyes, and continued to look at Gu Jiao's eyes.

  Gu Jiao’s eyes are not evasive. After all, her acting skills are not enough to be cheesy.

  The woman looked at it for a while and didn't see anything tricky, so she asked again: "Is the son here looking for someone? Which sister's relative is it?"

  Gu Jiao thought for a while, took out a small notebook and charcoal pen, and wrote swiftly: It’s true that you are here to pick up girls!

  The corner of the woman's mouth twitched.

  So what?

  Gu Jiao snorted, crossed out the last two words, and wrote in a mighty and domineering manner: Seek flowers and ask Liu!

  The woman chuckled.

  But in the next second, she won't be able to laugh.

  Because Gu Jiao wrote on the paper: Call out the most beautiful girl here!

  The woman's smile froze on her face: "The son means I am not beautiful enough?"

  Gu Jiao wrote: If you want to say that, I can’t help it.

  The woman was so angry that she forgot to ask Gu Jiao why she didn't speak, and only wrote on the paper.

  Thinking that she was the first oiran in the dignified Xianleju, the first beauty in the capital, but there was a day when she was rejected by others?

   She angrily said: "How long did the son's eyes be blind!"

  Gu Jiao wrote: I am not blind, I just think you are not particularly good-looking.

  It's not as good as my grandfather.

The sentence    almost filled the hatred value, and the woman was so angry that she patted Gu Jiao with a palm.

  Gu Jiao dodged her figure.

  The palm wind fell on the chair behind Gu Jiao, smashing the mahogany chair to pieces!

  Sure enough, martial arts.

  Gu Jiao took the pen and small notebook, and handed it over with her in the house.

  The woman's martial arts is beyond Gu Jiao's expectation. Fortunately, she got the guidance of Master Lao Hou, and some of them happened to be able to restrain the other party's tricks.

  Gu Jiao cut the woman's hand behind her back and pressed it on the bed.

  But the woman was far more cunning than she had shown. She twisted her body and slipped out like a loach.

   And taking advantage of Gu Jiao's unpreparedness, she threw Gu Jiao on the bed.

She clasped Gu Jiao's hands with her hands, and her legs pressed Gu Jiao's legs: "Oh, I said my old lady is not beautiful enough, so my old lady will take off your mask and see, see what virtue you are, how dare you say that my old lady is not beautiful? nice!"

  She clasped Gu Jiao's two wrists on top of her head with her right hand, and lifted her left hand to take off Gu Jiao's mask.

  But Gu Jiao broke free of her imprisonment, kicked her on the inside of the bed with one foot, and turned her back, pressing her hands and legs.

  Gu Jiao sat on her lap, untied her hair band, and tied her hand to the bedpost.

  The woman struggled, her clothes slipped, revealing large areas of white skin.

   "You..." The woman was embarrassed and embarrassed.

  Gu Jiao took out the small notebook again and wrote, “Who was the one who assassinated the emperor last night?”

  The woman was startled.

  Gu Jiao is actually not sure if she knows, but she is the oiran here, her status and martial arts are so high, she has a high chance of knowing.

  Maybe she is also involved.

  The woman said: "I am a woman of the wind and dust, how can I know about the current saints? Is the son looking for the wrong person? The son wants to investigate the case, shouldn't he go to the yamen?"

  Gu Jiao wrote: Shouldn’t a normal person’s first reaction be to ask if the emperor was assassinated?

This is how Gu Chengfeng reacted.

  The woman choked on the spot.

  Gu Jiao domineeringly missed to write: If you don’t say it, just pull your clothes off and take care of you on the spot!

The woman's face changed, but she smiled slowly in a flash: "Okay, come on, don't dislike my body with a pair of jade arms and a thousand people pillow, just let it go. It was because I fell in love with the son and could serve him. The son is my blessing. But—"

  While she was talking, she scanned the underside of Gu Jiao's clothes and said with a smile, "The son seems to have no interest in the slave family."

  Gu Jiao: Uh...not armed to fake Guagua!

  The woman looked at Gu Jiao meaningfully: "The son has such white skin, such delicate appearance, and thin body. Facing such a stunning beauty like me, he is still indifferent... son, you shouldn't be a father-in-law——"

  Before finishing her words, Gu Jiao ripped her outer shirt torn apart, and pulled it out and threw it under the bed, looking at her fiercely!

  At this moment, the door was suddenly knocked open, and a drunk man broke in.

  Said that it is too late, then soon, Gu Jiao grabbed the long gown on the ground and put it on the woman's body, covering the woman tightly.

   "Oh, what's the matter with you? How come you let someone break into Miss Qianxue's house? Miss Qianxue is picking up guests! Can you afford to lose Miss Qianxue's interest!"

   is the fierce voice of a woman's personal maid.

   "Sorry, Miss Qianxue!"

  A female bodyguard entered the house without squinting and caught the drunkard out.

  After that, Gu Jiao got out of the bed, turned around and walked out of the door without asking the woman.

  The woman was stunned as soon as she was wrapped in Gu Jiao's clothes. Seeing Gu Jiao let her go and left like this, her eyes moved slightly: "You, don't you want to know who the murderer is?"

  Not in this way.

  Gu Jiao turned and left Xianleju.

  If in the previous life, she would definitely use all means to force a confession to the end. After all, her godfather taught her this way since she was a child.

  But in this life, there seems to be something different.

  Gu Jiao looked at her hands.

  Suddenly, a small box fell in her palm.

  Gu Jiao raised her head and looked at the third floor of Xianleju, only to see a window closed in anger.

  Gu Jiao opened the small box, inside it was a pendant tassel and a note.

  Imperial Palace, southwest corner.

  The murderer is from the palace, living in the southwest corner, and this tassel is the murderer’s personal thing!

  (End of this chapter)