Chapter 1029

Xiyunjiulou Tavern is very distinctive.

This feature is quite eye-catching.

Even just standing outside and taking a glance can make one's face flush and heart pound wildly.

We don't know the rules inside, but outside it seems guests pick whichever thatched hut they like, go in, and once the gauze curtain is drawn, things are partially visible.

Chen Wuji can now see several places of men tilling and women's fluids, you stir me thick, crazy scenes.

Although not clear, it's the partially hidden view that's the most explosive.

Very wild!

Very exotic in style.

I've heard that the girls from India conduct business this way.

Their doors are always open outward; even if someone is inside, newcomers can choose to wait outside, or go into the room to watch and wait, or simply line up for convenience.

This scene is almost as outrageous as that of the Indians.

Overall, this should be a synthesis combining the scenes of men and women's love from India and Qiang Land with the simple notions of the Dayu people, mixed with techniques like half-veiled speech, resulting in a grand masterpiece.

The shopkeeper here is a talent.

"Corrupting morals!" Chen Li spat, his face slightly unnatural.

Chen Wuji smiled, "Eleventh Uncle, in a place like this the words 'corrupting morals' have no bite; we're here to drink, not to look—let's go."

Chen Li weakly shook his head, "Family Head, actually this drink could be had elsewhere."

"We've come, let's have a look, go." Chen Wuji slung an arm around Chen Li's shoulder, "We're old men—why are you still shy about this? I think you should learn from Wushuang; look at this kid, how open-minded he is."

Wushuang looked very openly, finishing one side then the other, appreciating each.

Just that his gaze might be a bit straight.

Probably his brain's processing speed can't keep up with the feedback from his eyes, maybe a bit of a lag.

Chen Li shook his head once, then reluctantly followed Chen Wuji.

Since the lord has ordered, even if he resists more, he must grit his teeth and comply.

At that moment, a young man resembling a servant hurried over, "Gentlemen, you've arrived? Would you like the outdoor elegant seats or the private elegant rooms? The seats offer exotic snow scenery and unique flavors; the rooms let you listen to refined music while sharing drinks with lovely ladies."

Moreover, it's a fortunate coincidence that you've come today, for the Uyghur Qili Tribe's Princess Hu Yuyan is holding a hair‑combining exhibition in our little shop—a sight seen once in a thousand years; if you're interested, you can vie for it.

The Uyghur Qili Tribe's princess is, among the Uyghur, a woman as lofty as the ninth heaven—ordinary folk can't even catch a glimpse, let alone enjoy her favors. But today, in our shop, as long as your purses are full, you need not merely touch her; you can do as you please.

Chen Wuji's heart stirred, and he couldn't help laughing, "If that's true, we've indeed come at a fortunate time. But I've heard the Uyghur Qili Tribe is a major tribe of the Huihe_x001D_; how could their princess fall to such a state?"

The servant gave a meaningful smile, "Sir, I can't plainly tell you about this, but since we've opened our doors for business, we certainly wouldn't joke about such things and ruin our own sign!"

If you wish to try, just pay a modest deposit and we'll prove the authenticity, guaranteeing the real person and the real affair.

Chen Wuji's mouth twitched up sharply, "I really must see this—let's go, go, go!"

"Eleventh Uncle, are you still hesitating? Have you come? The Qili Tribe's princess, an exotic woman of high standing—today, if our purses are full enough, we can share a bed with her; aren't you moved? Hahaha!"

"We three will each have a day with her, enjoy ourselves here, then return; even we rustic fellows can try to see what the princess is really like."

Chen Li's face was solemn, his eyes filled with bewilderment, and he forced a weak twitch at the corner of his mouth.

The Uyghur Qili Tribe's princess has become involved with a brothel opened in Nanfengzhen; no matter how one thinks, it's hard to fathom how this connection came about.

The servant, beaming with enthusiasm, ushered Chen Wuji and his two companions into the tavern.

The exterior of the tavern already fits the phrase 'flowery days, wine‑soaked earth'; inside it is even more grand and magnificent, everywhere exuding the scent of money, giving the impression that what seemed like a modest foot‑washing house turns out to be a high‑end club upon entry.

At this moment, the sparsely seated hall already held quite a few people; a glance showed they were either rich or noble.

Only a small half were Dayu people; the rest appeared to be Uyghur people.

Chen Wuji's smile became noticeably broader, perfectly fitting the wanton atmosphere of the moment and place.

This impromptu venture today really did come to pass.

According to the information he received, Nanfengzhen had not been occupied by the Uyghur.

But the vast majority of those seated here are Uyghur, and the one about to hold the hair‑combining exhibition is still the Uyghur Qili Tribe's princess; this is astonishing and very exciting.

"Gentlemen, will you three bid separately or together?" the servant rubbed his hands, the corners of his mouth about to break into a smile shaped like silver ingots.

"And what if we come together?" Chen Wuji asked.

"Bidding together means tying your bids; our tavern doesn't have many twists and turns—at most five people, the highest bidder wins. As for how you arrange things after winning, that's up to you; we won't interfere." The servant gave Chen Wuji a very subtle wink.

Chen Wuji drew a soft hiss.

He understood the words, but it seemed this tavern didn't treat the Uyghur Qili Tribe's princess as a person at all!

With up to five people bound together in bidding, won't that be worked to death? It sounds like they're after a life.

Chen Wuji waved his hand grandly, "Give us a private room first—we three together!"

Chen Li gave a violent cough, his face instantly flushing red.

"Uncle Eleven, why cough? At worst I'll let you go first later—father‑son team on the field; in this place there's nothing to be embarrassed about, once you step out that door you'll know nothing." Chen Wuji laughed extravagantly and gave Chen Li's shoulder a hearty pat.

Old Uncle Eleven still isn't quite able to let go.

How can one remain proper when conforming to local customs in a place like this?

Chen Li, lowering his head to cough, quickly turned his head to the side.

He found it unbearable; it felt as if every joint in his body were expelling embarrassing worms, making him unable to sit or stand still, his whole body lacking strength.

Standing beside him were the family head and the lord!

Even if it were just a pretense, those things he shouldn't have to hear.

"Three of you, a deposit of one hundred taels of silver, drinks on the house!" the servant extended his hand.

Chen Wuji grandly waved his hand at Wushuang.

Wushuang stared for a moment, then resentfully produced silver, clutching the money bag tightly with both hands.

He had brought out only three hundred taels in total, intending to buy himself a better set of clothes.