Journey To the World of Film and Television

(Seeking a recommendation ticket, asking for a monthly ticket, asking for a reward)

"It's not impossible." Fan Xian murmured, feeling a little helpless despite his joy, "But it will be even more difficult to find this way."

Zhou Ji put his arm around Fan Xian's shoulders, and comforted him, "In such a big capital, since you can meet twice, you can definitely meet a third time, so don't worry."

Fan Xian said sadly, "I hope so."

When the carriage arrived in Dongshi, Zhou Ji signaled Teng Zijing to park in an alley. Although Fan's mansion was good, it was considered a place to live in. Now that he had a place to stay in Kyoto, there was no need to live in Fan's mansion forever.

"It's not bad to find a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle, but it's a pity that I will have to travel from the west of the city to the east of the city if I find you, and I will have to travel across half of the capital to have a drink with you." Fan Xian sat in the room for a while , said regretfully.

"There will be a long time to come, and there will be opportunities."

Zhou Ji sent everyone away, so he had time to tidy up the room and yard.

By the time the work was almost over, dusk was approaching, and it was getting late.

"By the way! Candles!" Sitting in the room, Zhou Ji looked around and felt that something was missing. He patted his forehead and realized that he forgot to prepare candles.

"I don't know if there is a curfew in Kyoto?" Zhou Ji got up and said, "Drunken Immortal House is open, so there shouldn't be any?"

Speaking of Zuixianju, Zhou Ji suddenly became interested, glanced at the sword box beside him, hesitated for a moment, and chose not to bring it.

Zuixianju stood by the Liujing River in the city. Zhou Ji changed into a long shirt and walked towards the east of the city at a leisurely pace. When he arrived, the sky was completely dark, and there was a brightly lit tall building not far away It lit up half of the night sky.

The river bypassed Zuixianju and was about to flow into Cangshan Mountain. It gradually slowed down and formed a large mirror-like pool. Every night, several flower boats walk freely on the lake, with lights and festoons on them, and laughter, silk and bamboo sounds from time to time.

A good place to sell the treasury.

When he got closer, under the lanterns by the river, he saw a familiar figure walking towards him with his head bowed and his head downcast.

Dressed in a dark outfit, with long hair tied behind her, she looked like she was trying very hard to pretend to be a man, but it was a pity that her overly delicate features and slightly bulging chest exposed her identity completely.

"Miss Ruoruo?" Zhou Ji said in surprise, "What a coincidence."

Fan Ruoruo was also very surprised to see Zhou Ji. She didn't expect to meet again in the afternoon. In addition to being surprised, there was a gleam of joy in her eyes, and she asked subconsciously.

"Young master Zhou? Are you going to Zuixianju?"

Zhou Ji was taken aback when he heard the words, and his friend's sister asked him at the door of the brothel if he wanted to visit the brothel, even though Zhou Ji really had no evil intentions, it was still a little awkward.

"I came to Kyoto for the first time. I heard that the most prosperous place in Kyoto is Liujing River. I have never been to the place of Goulan Painting Boats before, so I came here to join in the fun."

Wearing men's clothes seemed to give Fan Ruoruo a certain kind of courage, Fan Ruoruo widened her eyes and said, "Then can you bring me with you?"

Zhou Ji was taken aback when he heard the words, glanced left and right, and asked curiously: "Where's your brother? Why don't you let him take you in?"

"He went in with Prince Jing's son." Fan Ruoruo whispered, picking at his fingers.

The matter is related to Teng Zijing and Guo Baokun, Fan Xian has her own plan, Fan Ruoruo wants to keep a secret for Fan Xian, but Zhou Ji is like a close friend of Fan Xian who talks about everything, she doesn't know whether to say it or not.

"So you also want to go in and have a look?" Zhou Ji saw Fan Ruoruo's aggrieved face, and couldn't help laughing, "He knew I brought you into this kind of place, and he appointed me to settle the score."

"I just don't tell him." Fan Ruoruo raised his finger and said anxiously, "I can swear."

Practitioners' true energy is the most precious, and Jiujiu Yanggong is similar to boy's martial arts, so Zhou Ji didn't intend to do bad things in this place of fireworks.

Seeing Fan Ruoruo's eyes that were about to cry, Zhou Ji felt his scalp go numb, and sighed, "Okay, but you must follow me closely and never leave my sight."

Fan Ruoruo smiled like a flower, with a cunning flash in her eyes, she nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, I will listen to you."

Women's three major weapons, pretending to be pitiful, pretending to be pitiful, pretending to be pitiful.

Following Zhou Ji, Fan Ruoruo looked around like a curious baby.

After all, it is the highest-grade brothel in Kyoto, and it is usually visited by merchants and dignitaries, so it is not likely to make public announcements.

It was the first time for Fan Ruoruo to come to this kind of place, he was a little shy and a little surprised, sometimes he commented on the rhythm, lyrics and music on the stage, and sometimes caught a glimpse of a girl in bold clothes with flushed cheeks.

The two booked a private room on the third floor, and it was quiet after that. The door opened, facing the side of the stage. Does not go away the flush of the cheeks.

"Mr. Zhou, didn't you say that you haven't been to Goulan Painting Boat before? Why does it look so familiar, but it's like coming home." Fan Ruoruo couldn't help complaining when he saw Zhou Ji who was calm and composed.

"Hey~ I'm also your brother's friend anyway, how can I be so run on?" Zhou Ji pretended to be angry, "Don't forget who brought you here."

Fan Ruoruo heard that Zhou Ji was joking, wrinkled her nose, and made a face behind Zhou Ji.

The two listened to the song for a while, and Fan Ruoruo glanced left and right, feeling bored.

"Tell me, why hasn't anyone greeted me for so long." Fan Ruoruo glanced downstairs and saw the moving figures in other rooms, laughing and laughing, and couldn't help complaining.

Zhou Ji poured a glass of fruit wine, the taste was not as good as that of Yishiju, but in such an atmosphere of decoration, it tasted no worse than that of Yishiju.

"Do you really want someone to come?" Zhou Ji laughed dumbly.

"Not at all." Fan Ruoruo quickly waved his hands and explained, "I just feel a little strange."

"Do you think a woman is really indistinguishable when she wears men's clothing?" Zhou Ji smiled, "I have already greeted the old bustard when I entered the door, and told her not to let her bring anyone in."

"There is a slang saying, men left and women right, when entering this place of fireworks, if you pat your left shoulder, it means that this brother doesn't come often, so you don't need to be so hot, if you pat your right shoulder, it means this friend is a woman, idlers should avoid it." Zhou Ji thought it was funny, he was just trying it casually, but he didn't expect that Jianghu slang was common here.

"This is called 'greeting'." The door slammed softly, and a charming woman held a plate of melons and fruits, and said softly, "This lady should be the most talented woman in Kyoto, Miss Fan?"

Fan Ruoruo was a little embarrassed when she was asked to reveal her identity. Mother Yang covered her mouth and smiled lightly. She put the fruit plate on the table and said with a slight smile, "Mr. Fan Xian asked the Nu family to send a fruit plate to the two of you. By the way, pass a word."

"What are you talking about?" Fan Ruoruo stuttered as if facing a formidable enemy.

"I've finished listening to the little song, and I've seen the dancing girl. If you don't go back to the mansion, Mr. Fan will come and arrest him in person." Yang's mother glanced at Zhou Ji, and imitated Fan Xian's tone with her hands on her hips, "And Lao Zhou, you too Just wait for me."