It was nighttime, and the night sky was tranquil and deep. The bright moon hung high in the sky, emitting a soft halo that dimly lit up the dark night.

The streets were empty, and only the front of the Drunken Red House was bustling with activity.

Accompanied by the music, dancers swayed their soft and slender waists. Many young and beautiful girls walked around the tables, and when the drinkers were in the mood, they would drag a few girls to accompany them.

The drink in the cup seemed to be soaked in the woman's soft fragrance, giving it a unique taste.

This was the Gold-Consuming Lair, a place of ecstasy in the human world, a good place to drink and dream.

It was the busiest time of the night, and people came and went outside the Drunken Red House.

Some people were rich and liked the spring scenery, so they were led into the house by the red sleeves.

Some people wanted to enter, but hesitated at the door, and could only stare foolishly at the enjoyment of others, as if they were part of it themselves. Their embarrassed faces carried an inexplicable intoxication and envy.

Of course, there were also some so-called scholarly gentlemen. When they passed by the door, they were full of disdain. They waved their sleeves and didn't take a girl away, showing a noble and virtuous appearance. It was as if they were blind and deaf, and they snorted and hurriedly left.

However, there was one person who acted differently from these people. This person wore black clothes, and although the material didn't seem to be of the best quality, his appearance was not ordinary. His facial features were handsome, and he had a refined smile on his face. He seemed to be an extremely gentle person, and his bearing was open and confident, very much like an ancient gentleman.

Such a person stopped in front of the brothel.

"Drunken Red House." He slightly raised his eyes and glanced at the signboard of the building.

"Big Brother, may I ask if this is the most famous brothel in town?" He asked a person passing by.

"It is."

The person looked inside with yearning, and then, as if he had met a kindred spirit, he said with a strange smile, "Do you want to taste the girls inside?"

Without waiting for him to reply, the person continued, "Although the girls inside can't be considered outstanding beauties, they are still beauties. The price of a girl in this building isn't low. If you don't have money, you should be careful of being kicked out." His expression was sorrowful, as if he had experienced it before, and he kindly advised again and again.

"Thank you, Big Brother." The black-robed man thanked him in a good-natured manner, and then walked into the Drunken Red House.

As soon as he entered the brothel, someone came up to greet him. The person who came was covered in rouge. Her clothes were thin, and her actions were revealing. She had a flirtatious and seductive air about her. She held a round fan in her hand, with a picture of a beauty drawn on it. Her exposed skin had some ambiguous kiss marks, and her flushed face was sticky with fragrant sweat.

"Young Master, is this your first time here?

He doesn't look like someone from this town. "

The girl who had come up to him saw that he was not an ordinary person, and her interest was piqued. When she saw him come in, she went up to him and looked straight at him with her charming eyes. She was bold, but not annoying.

"I was passing by this place and came here because of its reputation."

The black clothed man answered calmly without revealing the slightest embarrassment, and he wasn't moved by the woman's beauty and deliberate seduction in the slightest. It was as if he had come to a monk's temple to seek the teachings of Buddhism, and he was extraordinarily magnanimous.

When she saw that he didn't have the slightest reaction, she curled her lips in boredom. She knew that he had no interest in her, so she didn't force him.

She had stayed in this brothel for many years, so she had some ability to judge people. She could see that this person wasn't here to seek pleasure, so she led him into the brothel.

"Yun Fei, come quickly."

Hearing someone call out to her from not far away, the woman called Yun Fei smiled at him and left to greet the other guests.

The man didn't care. He found an empty seat and poured himself a cup of wine.

At this moment, he was surrounded by a few beautiful girls.

Obviously, even if he didn't express anything, with his appearance and bearing, there were naturally people willing to serve him.

He raised his cup and drank it in one gulp, then said with a smile, "This wine is good."

Then he tilted his head and said carelessly, "My younger brother came here before, and he especially boasted to me that the Drunken Red Brothel had the most fragrant wine and the most beautiful women in town. Now it seems that he wasn't just coaxing me." He seemed to be deeply moved, his face full of praise.

"Young Master's brother must be as handsome as Young Master." The girl beside him poured wine for him and praised with a Ying Ying smile.

"My younger brother's appearance far surpasses mine. In my place, when he appears, I don't know how many girls will be captivated."

He seemed to be in the mood to chat and talked with relish, "Because he likes to wear blue clothes, the girls there all have a preference for blue clothes, causing the price of blue clothes to rise from time to time."

Another girl was surprised, "There's actually such a person?

It's a pity that this servant has never had the fortune to meet such a person. "

When he heard the girl say this, he gently smiled at her.

Suddenly, his gaze focused not far away.

The girl didn't even have time to blush before she saw the young master in front of her look behind her.

She suspiciously tilted her head and followed his gaze.

What she saw was the most ordinary girl in the Drunken Red Brothel, leaning in the arms of a drinker, her head lazily resting on the man's chest, revealing a small and exquisite face.

She could see that she was a beauty, but there were many beauties in the Drunken Red Brothel, so she couldn't see anything special about this girl.

She wanted to take a closer look, but the young master had already shifted his gaze and was seriously enjoying the song and dance on the stage, as if what she saw before was just her imagination.

The man held a wine cup in one hand, while the other was leisurely resting on the round table. His palm was facing down, and his index finger was rhythmically tapping on the table, as if he was entranced.

But if one looked closely at his eyes, they would find that there wasn't the slightest ripple in them, as if they were still deep pools.

He had a gentle smile on his face, and his elegant demeanor made the girls serving him unable to help but look again and again. It wasn't because of how handsome and charming he was, but more because of his elegance. Some people were like this. Even if their appearance was mediocre, they could still be unforgettable, not to mention he was born with such outstanding looks.

“?

G, what are you looking at? "Yun Fei laughed and tapped the nose of a little girl who was staring blankly.

The little girl came back to her senses, "Big sister Yun, this person is really handsome …" Holding her face, she continued to stare at his every move.

"Oh, you're in love."

Yun Fei raised her eyebrows and poked the silly girl's head with a finger dyed with nail polish, "This person is not someone people like us can keep."

The little girl pursed her lips and didn't say anything else.

Just as they were talking, suddenly there was a clamor of cursing and a girl's scream. Yun Fei frowned and looked towards the direction of the sound.

She saw a group of people gathered in a certain place, and through the crowd, she could vaguely see a man and a woman in the middle. It looked like they were having a dispute. Yun Fei had stayed in this brothel for a long time, and this kind of scene could be seen every few days. It was just a group of reckless drunkards causing trouble, and it was annoying.

She leaned on the railing and glanced downstairs.

"I … I said … do you not understand human language?

I f * cking asked you to drink … drink, why are you pushing … pushing. "

The person in the middle of the crowd was tall and sturdy, and he looked fierce. He was obviously drunk at this time, and his face was so red that it was dripping blood, which made him look even more ferocious. The smell of alcohol on his body was so strong that it could be smelled from afar.

He had one hand on the woman's shoulder, and the other hand held the wine glass and poured it into the woman's mouth.

"No … Oh … I can't drink …" The woman tried to resist, but it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, weak and petty.

Her chin was forced up, and a part of her white neck was exposed.

The wine overflowed from her mouth and dripped down her chin, wetting her clothes. Her thin clothes became even more clingy after being wet, making her look even more miserable and pitiful.

"Isn't it just a glass of wine, what's wrong with giving her face and drinking a glass?"

The surrounding drinkers laughed and joked, "That's right, that's right, spending money to treat a girl to a drink and she's not happy, what a disappointment."

"Aiya, Xiao Yue's alcohol tolerance has never been good, isn't this making things difficult for her?"

There were also girls helping to persuade her, but it seemed like they were just watching a joke, laughing and Ying Ying as they watched the woman named Xiao Yue choke on the wine and cut a sorry figure.

The patrons on the side found that their quarrel had become even fiercer. Some of them were still watching this play with great interest, while others had tender feelings for the fairer sex. The beauty was really pitiful, but in the end, it didn't affect them.

It seemed that the onlookers had aroused the drunkard's desire to be violent, and his actions became more violent. Seeing that the woman was still struggling, he threw the wine glass to the ground and was about to slap her.

"Pa!" That slap was blocked by someone. "Why are you here, I've been looking for you for a long time."

Yun Fei was surprised, that person was the black-robed young master that they were talking about.

The drunkard saw that the person who stopped him was elegant and handsome, and thought that he was just a weak scholar, so he couldn't help but laugh, "You're such a poor scholar … Pfft, I'm afraid your brain is damaged from studying, and you think you're a great hero who saves the world …" He mocked and used his strength to push away the pretty boy in front of him.

He thought that he could make a fool out of this stupid boy who wanted to save the beauty, but he found that he couldn't move his hand, and was firmly held by the other party.

The drunkard couldn't believe it, and unconsciously widened his eyes. He thought that he didn't use his strength, so he tried to break free again, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't do anything to him.

Under the curious gaze of the crowd, his face turned red, and no one knew whether it was embarrassment or anger.

"What's going on?" "I don't know, what's going on?" "Why aren't the two of them moving?" … The onlookers discussed among themselves.

The black-robed young man ignored them, as if he didn't care about the pressure on his hand. He smiled and said to the drunkard, "Thank you for showing mercy, brother. This girl has an appointment with me, so I'll take her away."

He looked kind and amiable, and just like that, he let go of the drunkard's hand and left with the girl.

The onlookers on the side were puzzled. They saw that the drunkard, who was originally rude and unreasonable, was now silent, as if he had tacitly agreed to it. They clicked their tongues in wonder, not daring to believe that such a farce would end so peacefully. They felt that it was quite absurd.

A few men in the drunkard's group came forward to ask, but they saw that the drunkard's flushed face had turned pale, and there was sweat on his face. He clenched his teeth, and the veins on his face could be faintly seen, making him look ferocious, as if he was in extreme pain. However, no one noticed that the hand that was stopped by the scholar was unnaturally hanging by his side, twitching.

Yun Fei naturally saw this scene, and she sighed in her heart. She originally thought that he was a cold-hearted young master, but she didn't expect him to be someone who cared about the fairer sex.

She fiddled with the round fan in her hand and tapped her chin, looking quite excited.

Finally, she had seen enough of the scene of the hero saving the damsel in distress. She looked around leisurely, and coincidentally met a pair of glittering eyes.

That person didn't seem to expect that someone would notice him, and he was stunned for a moment, then he revealed a smile.

On that radiant face, a simple smile could make people fall head over heels.

Even though Yun Fei had seen many beauties, she couldn't help but be stunned.

When she came back to her senses, she could only see a flash of blue robe, which made her suspect that she was hallucinating.

"Today is really strange." The people who came were all not ordinary people.

Yun Fei shook her head and thought to herself.

She turned around and waved the round fan in her hand, and quickly threw these matters that had nothing to do with her to the back of her mind, and once again walked into the crowd of men.

On the other side, the hero who saved the damsel in distress led the woman out of the crowd.

The hand that was originally holding the woman's wrist naturally let go after they left the crowd's line of sight, and the two of them walked one after another.

"This servant is Si Yue, thank … thank you, young master." The woman thanked him, and her throat was a little hoarse, perhaps because she had been strangled before.

"No need to be so polite, but, does this lady have the name Pei Ruan?"

The man who was walking in front of her, stopped when he heard her words. He turned around and carefully sized up the delicate woman in front of him, and then asked.

Si Yue raised her head and met his gaze. His eyes were dark, and she couldn't see the emotions in them.

"I haven't heard of her before, may I ask, how is she related to young master?" She pretended to be puzzled, and carefully asked.

He tapped the back of his fan against his palm for a long time, and then said, "She is a very important person."

Si Yue was startled. "I'm sorry, this servant wasn't able to help young master." Her voice was low and hoarse, as if she was really disappointed, but also because of some other reason.

She lowered her head, looking humble and meek. He looked at the spiral of her hair, and for a moment, he was absent-minded.

"It's fine," he said.

Not long after, the two of them arrived at Si Yue's door. He watched her enter the room, then turned to leave, but remembered something, and called out to her.

"That's right, I'm Xiao Shijing."

He smiled at her. Although his gaze was deep and cold, his smile was very warm, and she couldn't help but be deeply bewitched, wanting to get closer and closer to him.

She stood in the room and watched his back as he left. Her eyes were filled with this person, but it also seemed like there was nothing else, and she looked lost.

"You're lying to him." An unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded.

Si Yue didn't expect that there would be someone else in the room. She panicked and retreated a few steps, looking at the newcomer warily.

She saw that the person was sitting on the windowsill, wearing a blue robe.

A pair of charming phoenix eyes. It was the man that Yun Fei had seen before.

In contrast to his beautiful features, there wasn't the slightest bit of frivolity in his eyes, and they were clear and straightforward.

"Who are you?

How did you get in? "

This person had appeared in her room without a sound, and he didn't seem like an ordinary guest, so Si Yue was secretly on her guard.

The man in blue frowned. "I can't say who I am, but how did I get in? Naturally, I walked in."

His charming eyes looked at her seriously, as if he was wondering why she would ask such a stupid question.

"Why did you lie to him?"

The man in blue continued to ask. Although there was no expression on his face, there was a sincere curiosity in his eyes, like a student asking for advice. He didn't have any other intentions, but he was very puzzled, so he asked the question.

As if she didn't expect him to ask this question, she was startled. "I didn't lie to him. Moreover, what does this have to do with you?" Her face was cold as she asked him back.

Without waiting for him to answer, she became impatient and wanted to chase this uninvited guest away.

"If young master is here to seek pleasure, please go elsewhere. This servant is not feeling well, so I'm afraid I won't be able to serve you."

She changed the way she addressed him and bowed to him.

She lowered her eyes, treating him like a normal brothel customer.

He looked at her and pursed his lips. Before she could continue speaking, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

That blue robe flashed by, so fast that it gave people the impression that it was an illusion, just as silent as his arrival.

Si Yue slowly stood up and looked at the empty window. After confirming that the person had left, the hands hidden in her sleeves finally released.

The gentle evening breeze blew into the room through the empty window, causing the dim candlelight in the room to flicker.

She slowly walked to the dressing table and sat down. She carefully looked at the face in the bronze mirror in front of her. It was delicate and pale.

Her neck still had the red marks left by the drunkard's forceful strangling. It was a kind of beauty that made people want to destroy her.

Si Yue raised her hand and used her fingers as a comb. She carefully combed her long hair that had been messed up in the previous chaos. Her expression was serious and focused, but her eyes revealed an imperceptible blankness.

As she combed, she suddenly raised her hand to cover her eyes.

Her eyes were covered, and all she could feel was a hopeless darkness. Her heart, however, calmed down in this darkness.

She softly murmured, "Ah Shi …" There wasn't much lingering sadness in her voice, as if she was just casually calling an old friend.

At this time, the moon was bright and clear, illuminating everything in the deep night.

The man in blue who should have left was lying on the roof with one hand behind his head. His expression was distant and indifferent, as if he was far away from everything in the world. He only quietly looked at the starry sky, his eyes clear and penetrating.