Chapter 1120

"My Lord Gao, why are you putting on an act?"

For a moment.

Accompanied by the sweeping public opinion, as well as novel service items and absolute quality, the entire Royal Number One Club exploded in popularity!

Changancheng streets.

Many scholars came out of the Royal Number One Club, all lost in soul.

Especially some young scholars who had never been to a brothel were even more lost; a little calf entered a high-end game, and this wave was hard to walk out of!

"Love rises with the clock, but the heart is not peaceful when the clock stops!"

"Only when money is needed do you know you have too little; if you have money, you can redeem her."

"Make money!"

"Work hard to move bricks; next time, no matter how expensive, I will order her."

"If you don't go, and I don't go, what will she do?"

Yan Yu walked out. He raised his head and stared at the scorching sun in the sky.

Some of the Han Lin scholars who had not yet entered looked at Yan Yu one after another and asked with curiosity, "Master, how does it feel?"

A teacher is one who imparts the Dao, teaches professional skills, and resolves doubts!

Regarding such a question, as a great Confucian of the Han Lin Academy, Yan Yu ought to give them some advice from an elder.

Yan Yu looked at the crowd and said, "A gambling father, a sick mother, a younger brother in school, a broken her—if I don't help her, who will?"

"It wasn't until the moment I stepped into that room that I realized I wasn't just getting a foot bath, but walking through the mire of the human world. The only thing I can do is to come and help the broken him from time to time!"

After speaking.

Yan Yu strode away.

Leaving behind a crowd of dumbfounded scholars from Changancheng!

Driven by curiosity, Cui Xinghe also came to watch the excitement.

His face was full of shock, and his scalp tingled.

He never imagined that the Living Yama would actually play the most high-end honey trap!

This is an attack on the heart!

"Let me see what this is all about?"

Cui Xinghe then also strode inside.

From then on, even though he was an enemy of Gao Yang and knew it was a trap, Cui Xinghe still had to come by from time to time.

Subsequently, the Royal No. 1 Club became increasingly popular, until it closed its doors.

Late at night.

Zhou Dapan lay on his bed, tossing and turning. He, who usually slept well, suffered from rare insomnia. His mind was filled with the Huang Yingying of the day.

He climbed out of bed and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the autumn wind howled, blowing in the direction of the Royal No. 1 Club. A bright moon hung in the sky, clear and round.

He began to grind ink, took out a sheet of rice paper, lifted his brush, and began to write.

"Thoughts on Foot Bathing, Sent to Chan Juan"

Meeting you for a foot bath, your starry eyes are as charming as poetry.

Fragrant mist intoxicates the heart, soft hands caress a foolish dream.

Deep in the night, the lonely moon shines; missing you from afar, I knit my brows in thought.