Infinite Throne

   Chapter 803 My brother is Jian Nanchun

   "Yo, it's the new Young Master Lin!"

   Generally speaking, in the brothel fireworks field, the girl who guards the gate is very beautiful and smart. This is called the facade.

   Otherwise, how can you solicit customers?

  The business must be very skilled to be qualified to stand at the door.

  Look, Yilin didn't even know them, but they recognized Yilin at a glance.

   It seems that Yi Rin spent a lot of money in the small town during this time, which alarmed the sisters of Wanxianglou.

  Yi Rin swayed his fan, others were half-pushing, and Yi Rin took the initiative to attack. Before the two girls had time to pull a few meanings, Yi Rin moved first and stepped in.

   "No, I'll do it myself."

   The two girls were taken aback and looked at each other.

  Look at this age, but just an adult, right?

  How can this step be so skilled?

  Suddenly, the two facade girls had a strange feeling in their hearts.

Yi Rin's sleeves flicked, and the two pieces of silver fell parabolically into the collar of the girl in front of the door, and slipped into the embroidered belly pocket. This lavish and lavish move directly conquered them. came up.

   Originally, with Irin's hidden charm value attribute and irrelevant appearance, it is difficult to get the approval of a stranger in a face-to-face.

   But Yilin gave too much.

  No one knows how to brush favorability better than Irin.

   Over the years, he has been very proficient in this set, teaching according to his aptitude and moving according to people.

  Shengping County is just a small county town on the southern border of the Dagan Dynasty, and Wanxianglou is already a very high-end consumption place in the county town. There are many male guests of all kinds inside, most of them are well-dressed, and the difference between the realm and the poor outside can be seen at a glance.

  Wanxianglou was a leading industry in the Daqian Dynasty, with numerous branches in various cities and towns. You can imagine the surprise in Yi Rin's heart when he learned of this. Unexpectedly, in a world where the level of technology is so backward and the keynote of cultivation is practice, someone has come up with the concept of "chain store".

   "Here, Young Master Lin will be received by me, Qiao'er, Hua'er, you continue to entertain guests."

The girls named Qiaoer and Huaer, after sticking to Yi Rin and leading him into the Wanxiang Tower, followed by a beautiful woman in her thirties who was dressed in fancy dress, with a mature charm, and she slowly walked out. She smiled tenderly. After driving away the two Yingyans, Hua'er Qiao'er, they hugged Yi Rin's arm affectionately, with red lips whispering in Yi Rin's ear, with a soft tone, he asked in a low voice, "Young Master Lin is really good looking. ...Simple, concubine embroidered mother, is the shopkeeper of this building."

   This is a pretty scene, but Yi Rin is still a little short of Xiu Niang in height at this time. This scene was inadvertently caught in the eyes of other people. It was quite a sight of an old cow gnawing on tender grass, or a little groom driving a big carriage. Many male guests laughed secretly, but they did not come forward to ask for trouble.

   After a simple self-introduction, Xiu Niang went straight to the topic: "I don't know if Mr. Lin is here today, do you want to simply listen to the music or collect the wind?"

   As we all know, the girls in Wanxianglou are commonly known as "Xiangfeng" in the industry. According to the type of practice, they are divided into two types - "Wenfeng" and "Wufeng".

  Simply put, Wenfeng does not sell his art, and Wufeng sells his body but not his art. Each has his own specialties, performs his own duties, and has a clear division of labor.

  Most of Wenfeng have been carefully trained, and are good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and pen and ink. Simply hold a lyre, play a ditty, and teach people to be fascinated. Some people like this method of prostitution. In the circle, this kind is also dubbed "wen prostitutes".

   Another kind of "Wufeng" is naturally also trained, but there are some special aspects of training, so I won't go into details here. And the reason why they are called Wufeng is that they have seen the real kung fu directly, and they don't know how to play the pipa. This kind of prostitution is called "martial prostitution".

   And there are a lot of people who embroidered Niang. When I looked at this Young Master Lin, I was inexplicably annoying. Xiu Niang looked at it for a long time and realized that Young Master Lin's unfamiliar energy is definitely not a first-time brother, so she didn't explain it as soon as she put her face on it, and found out whether Young Master Lin wanted to write a letter, or wanted to do some martial arts.

  Irin counted the remainder of the silver she had robbed from the rich to help the poor from the gang of robbers, and flicked her sleeves, she took out a bright sterling silver ingot and stuffed it into the embroidered mother's waistband.

   Xiu Niang was taken aback.

  Irin smiled meaningfully: "I'm different from them."

   "This..." Embroidered Niang touched the silver in her belt and hesitated.

  Irin said nothing, and stuffed another one into Embroidery's waistband.

   Xiu Niang was still hesitant.

  Irin quickly stuffed the third silver ingot.

   This embroidery girl's waist was already slender, and the waistband was tight, and the three sisters' big silver ingots were almost stretched out of the silk satin trousers and belts that the embroidery girl had wrapped tightly.

Xiu Niang took a deep breath. She stretched out two fingers, a little unsure: "Could it be that Young Master Lin is thinking... I'm afraid the girls will disagree." She just finished saying this, and then touched it carefully. The waistband of his trousers, which was about to be stretched, had a bold idea in his heart, and he suddenly took a deep breath: "Could it be that Young Master Lin likes someone as old as me? I'm afraid this is even more inappropriate."

  Irin felt that there was something wrong with the way she opened it.

   Xiu Niang actually misunderstood her thoughts.

   Yilin coughed twice: "You 'Qingluanshu' hall entrance..."

   This is a complete statement.

   Embroidered Niang covered Yi Rin's mouth, and stuck it to her bulging waist that was stuffed with silver.

   "Master Lin, let's take a step to speak."

  Irin was covering her mouth, but she nodded with a smile in her eyes.

  Irin and Xiu Niang's whispers did not alarm anyone.

   In fact, every guest who comes to Wanxiang Lou, whether it is a literary or a martial prostitute, will go through such a process.

  People, you have to take care of some face.

  In Wanxiang Tower, this group of people came and went, and they were all familiar with each other. When they went out, everyone thought they didn't know each other.

   Yi Rin was led into a room by Xiu Niang, Xiu Niang slammed the door shut, and looked at Yi Rin with a smile for a moment, then suddenly her little hand shook, and streaks of silver light shot towards Yi Rin's body.

   "Ding ding ding ding."

  The silver light was clearly the embroidery needles that are usually used for embroidery. Those embroidery needles fell to the ground before they could pierce Yilin's vitals, losing their alignment.

   "Sorry, Young Master Lin, Xiu Niang has offended you a lot. Xuanmen's magic tricks... I don't know where Young Master Lin learned from?"

  Niang Xiu looked at Yi Rin's methods, her eyes became a little more solemn, her face faded away from the charm and enchanting, and put on a cold and stiff expression.

  In this world, when you walk outside, there are people behind you. Xiu Niang didn't know the real intention of Yi Rin, but it was always right to ask the family first.

   Who can offend and who cannot offend, she still has to ask first.

   Generally, before asking about the origin of the other party, very few people in Xuanmen start to die.

  If you provoke someone you shouldn’t provoke, it’s not something you can easily do with your life.

  Irin frowned.

  Before he came, he stepped on it in advance.

  The brothel has been a well-informed place since ancient times.

   After stepping on the spot, Yi Rin was pleasantly surprised to find that this Wanxiang Building seems to be one of the strongholds of a local intelligence organization-Qingluanshu.

   So he pretended to be a puppet today to buy some information.

   Yi Rin stared at Xiu Niang's bulging waist and asked, "I'm here to ask some news, don't you have enough money?"

   "Are you here to buy discounts?"

   Xiu Niang stared at Yi Rin's face, seeing that he didn't seem to be fooling people, so she tentatively said some nonsense.

  In the intelligence community, some classified information is called "Zhezi".

According to the rarity of the information, the   folders are divided into "golden papers", "silver papers", "copper papers", and "paper papers".

  Irin nodded as a matter of course: "Yes."

When Xiu Niang heard this, she couldn't help laughing and crying: "Who told you that Wanxianglou is selling zhezi? We are specializing in selling our body... Ah bah, we sell our body and perform art! No!" Xiu Niang was almost greeted by Yi Rin's mellow voice. "Yeah" Flickered, she suddenly woke up, if the other party is really a member of Xuanmen, it is impossible to know what the curved path is, she is afraid that Qingluanshu's enemy family is looking for the door, so she quietly pinched a few embroidery needles In his hand, he aimed at the key point between Yi Rin's legs and continued to ask: "Lin Gongzi has not reported his family. It stands to reason that as a Xuanmen cultivator, how could he not know that Wanxianglou is not a place for exchange."

   It turns out that the process is wrong!

  Irin immediately understood where the omission was. He patronized the site and learned that Wanxianglou was affiliated with an intelligence organization, but he ignored a small detail. Wanxianglou is only responsible for collecting information, but there are actually other people who actually sell this information.

   This is a mature intelligence transaction chain. Yilin directly bypassed all the middlemen and stepped on the supply. No wonder Xiu Niang was so vigilant, closing the door and pulling the needle and poking.

I see.

   But Yi Rin thought that it didn't matter, it was nothing more than taking a few detours and opening a new stream. The embroidery mother's method was not very good in Yi Rin's opinion. So, what about bypassing the middleman? The current Yi Rin really has the confidence to bully people.

  If you can't beat it, just run!

   Although this world is very dangerous, the strength of most people is still quite grounded.

  So Irin didn't rush to make up the reason in her mind, and said it while making up, it sounded like the real thing.

"I have always lived in the mountain gate and never went out. My senior brother sneaked out of the sect for some reason, and I followed him all the way to Shengping County. Unexpectedly, my senior brother found out and reluctantly left me. "Yi Rin sighed, showing a very depressed expression: "I have a full body of cultivation, but I can't find my senior brother, but I overheard my senior brother mention that if you want to buy news, you will find Qingluanshu, Jinwan Xianglou. So I came here."

"Your brother?" Xiu Niang glanced at Yi Rin suspiciously, and looked up and down, as if she wanted to tell which sect Yi Rin was from the dress of Yi Rin's son. The young disciple of the kiln is so skilled in visiting the kiln, so he can only ask directly: "Xiu Niang is frightened, dare to ask Senior Brother Lin who is...?"

   Yi Rin squinted and smiled: "Tianjianmen, Jiannanchun."

   (end of this chapter)