Chapter 100

Not long after, Gao Yang got off the carriage.

Within his line of sight, a three-story building suddenly appeared, with three large, flowing characters on the plaque: Rouge Pavilion!

Even in broad daylight, several graceful and good-looking girls were already standing outside the building, soliciting customers.

Some ordinary men passed by, their eyes revealing greedy gazes, but thinking of the prices inside the Rouge Pavilion, a bitter smile appeared on their faces.

Such a place was somewhere they could never enter even once in their lives.

But for Gao Yang and Gao Changwen, two playboys famous in Changancheng, this was naturally not a problem.

"Two young masters, please come in."

A wave of fragrance brushed against his face, and Gao Yang was subsequently ushered into the Rouge Pavilion.

He couldn't help but feel curious; after all, it was an ancient brothel, and it would be inexcusable not to experience it for himself.

Gao Changwen, familiar with the path, went straight to the second floor, where rooms were arranged in an orderly fashion, extremely luxurious.

After they entered a room, a servant hurriedly set out some snacks.

At the same time, two good-looking women knelt beside Gao Yang and Gao Changwen, picking up wine pots to fill their cups.

In front of the zither, there was also a woman wearing a veil and a thin gauze dress, extending her slender jade fingers to play a tune.

For a time, the whole room was filled with the pleasant sound of the zither, and sandalwood incense permeated the air.

Such an environment, along with the atmosphere, gave Gao Yang an excellent experience.

Elegant!

Too elegant!

No wonder noble families had so many playboys, and military families had so many good-for-nothing sons.

How many people could resist this?

Gao Changwen didn't say a word, directly pulling the woman beside him into his arms, his large hands sliding down her back, which felt like satin.

The woman soon let out a giggling sound like silver bells; she had originally been holding a piece of snack, but she couldn't manage to feed it into Gao Changwen's mouth for a long time.

She had no choice but to plead, "Young Master, let's eat something first."

Clearly, this brother of his had been pent up for more than ten days, and his intention was not at all about eating.

In this situation, a sentence inexplicably came to Gao Yang's mind.

Brother, stop touching, the stockings are pilling, why don't we sing a song?

Right now, this woman's inner thoughts were likely not much different: Young Master, stop touching, let's eat something.

Gao Yang picked up his wine cup, feeling somewhat unaccustomed.

After all, he hadn't done this before, and for a moment, he hadn't adapted to his identity as a playboy.

He looked at the charming woman beside him and said, "You don't look very old. Where are you from, and why did you fall into this life of dust?"

Although he had a certain amount of mental preparation, it was still impossible for him to act as naturally as Gao Changwen.

That was still something he couldn't do.

"Young Master, this slave is named Qing'er, originally from Qingzhou. As for falling into this life, it was naturally a helpless move. I'm not afraid of Young Master laughing at me, but my father was a gambler who lost everything in the family, so he sold me to a brothel. After several transfers, I arrived in Changancheng to seek a way to survive."

Qing'er knelt beside Gao Yang, picking up the wine pot, a look of desolation and weakness flashing across her face.

Gao Yang's mouth twitched, and another set of words surfaced in his mind.

A gambling father, a sick mother, a younger brother studying, and a broken her.

But as for whether it was true or false, Gao Yang didn't know. ===== CHAPTER 102 =====