Free Web Novel“Cough, how can we discuss the Empress so casually? It’s only because it’s me today; if an outsider overheard, not only would my business in Dijin be ruined, but my life would be in danger!”
“Yes, yes, Young Master is right.”
The Hall Master of Blood Refinement knew that this Young Master, son of the Minister of Rites, was all talk and no action.
He was also happy for someone to have a small handle on him.
“As for your proposal just now...”
Song Gongzi noticed the door open, and several Young Misses, who had changed clothes and were carrying wooden basins, stood there, including Hua Nongying.
“I will mention it to my father. After the Qianlong Assembly, it should be lively. I think this Hundred Flowers Gathering is feasible, but it still needs to be decided by the officials and Your Majesty, which is beyond my control.”
“Young Master has already helped a great deal!”
The Hall Master of Blood Refinement cupped his hands and offered a bottle of pills: “A small gift, not much of a token of respect.”
“Hm?”
Song Gongzi seemed dissatisfied with the thank-you gift, raising an eyebrow, indicating it was too little.
The Hall Master of Blood Refinement chuckled: “This item was something I obtained by chance. It is said to be refined with Nine Yang ingredients, and is best for nourishing Yin and strengthening Yang.”
“Alright, you may leave.” Song Gongzi silently put it away.
The Hall Master of Blood Refinement nodded, then exchanged a look with Luo Yexian.
“Are we really leaving now...”
Luo Yexian looked at the two rows of Young Misses brought in by Hua Nongying, reluctantly.
Weren't there enough people? Enough to play two tables of mahjong.
After hearing Song Gongzi’s “Leave them all,” the door slammed shut.
As the two went downstairs, the Hall Master of Blood Refinement’s lips finally curved into a cold sneer.
“Only then will the scene on the day Human City appears truly be lively, and it will be easier to fish in troubled waters... If the people from Yin Yang Hall still can't get in... even if the Cult Master is old, he can't say that I am incompetent.”
“Hehehe...”
Luo Yexian let out a cooperative laugh.
Old Luo had always been good at freeloading and waiting to die. When the Demon Summoning Sect's high-level officials held meetings, he was like this when he was with Han Zhen back then. When ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) the Imperial Advisor said he had a plan, he would act as the mood setter.
Anyway, he couldn't figure out what the Imperial Advisor wanted to do, so he just laughed.
The Hall Master of Blood Refinement suddenly felt that Luo Yexian understood him very well.
It seemed that even before the plan had begun, it was already half successful.
Passing the counter, he threw out a glazed pearl and said:
“Take good care of that Young Master we brought. He is a god three feet above your head, so do not neglect him.”
“Guest, we treat all guests equally.”
“Heh heh, it’s good that you know what I’m talking about.”
The Hall Master of Blood Refinement felt that everything was self-evident.
No matter who the owner of this place was, could they really run a legitimate business? They would lose their shirts.
Opening a business not for money, but for hobbies?
...A moment later.
Li Mo, Xie Xuan, and Zhong Zhenyue entered.
“Owner, I told you we run a legitimate business, but that guest from Piaoxiang Pavilion doesn’t seem to believe it.”
“By the time I chased him out, he was already gone.”
This female shopkeeper used to be a courtesan at Fengyue Small Building, and even earlier, she was a daughter from a merchant family.
Later, her family committed a crime, and she was sent to the Ministry of Rites brothel, eventually ending up here after several transfers.
“Then return it to the guest from Piaoxiang Pavilion.”
Li Mo didn't even look at the pearl, but instead surveyed the business in the shop.
To be fair, it was a bit deserted.
He wasn't surprised by this phenomenon; after all, his place was very legitimate. Most people wouldn't go to a legitimate place, so it was normal for business not to be good.
“Old Zhong, why are you putting the pearl in your pocket?”
“Ah? Hiss... what’s going on? This pearl seems to have drilled into my chest on its own.”
Zhong Zhenyue pouted, put the glazed pearl back on the counter, and muttered:
“I thought we’d be rolling in money once we opened, who knew even salaries had to come out of Brother Li’s own pocket...”
“Not everyone is like Brother Xie, who can wash eight times a day, and only for his feet.”
“Then why did you open this shop, Brother Li?”
Zhong Zhenyue didn’t quite understand.
In fact, not just him, anyone else would likewise be unable to understand.
“Just foot massages seem a bit too monotonous... Let’s add some more services later, step by step. When there are more people, business will naturally improve.”
Li Mo had no intention of making money.
But making it lively here was still necessary.
Xie Xuan cleared his throat and asked: “Where’s number 88?”
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“How did I not know?” Xie Xuan was stunned.
Zhong Zhenyue cleared his throat: “I agreed. She gave quite a bit...”
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“...”
Li Mo was speechless for a moment.
One person comes every day, finds a technician, and has his feet washed eight times.
One person would rather pay the owner to stay at Fengyue Small Building.
It’s just, very hard to judge.
Upon closer thought, the latter was even stranger. Li Mo had torn up all the girls’ indentures at the time and would give a sum of money to those who wanted to leave.
It was understandable that most people chose to stay at the time, as some girls couldn't live outside if they left here, but Hua Nongying was not like that. How could a beauty on the Baihua List have nowhere to go?
And she paid out of her own pocket to stay... It couldn't be because of him, could it?
Bang—
At this moment, inside Piaoxiang Pavilion, a crashing sound suddenly rang out, accompanied by arguing.
“A guest is causing trouble?”
The female shopkeeper, holding the ledger, was startled.
“Close the door, let out the...”
Li Mo remembered that Master was not around, so he cleared his throat: “Come on, let’s go up and see.”
Upstairs, the sounds became clearer.
It sounded like someone was saying:
“I just ate a Nine Yang Pill, and you’re telling me this place only serves vegetarian food?”
“Are you taking me for a virgin? Do you still think this is an establishment in the Imperial City?”
“Hmph hmph, go ahead and scream. Even if you scream your throat raw, no one would dare stop this Young Master...”
Bang—
To Zhong Zhenyue’s pained gaze, Li Mo kicked open the door.
He saw the flushed Song Gongzi, impatiently unbuckling his belt, while a woman seemed to be frozen, kneeling at his feet.
That woman was Hua Nongying. Veins popped out on her neck, as if she was trying very hard to break free from something, but she couldn't move at all, not even close her mouth.
As her eyes darted around, she saw Li Mo who had kicked open the door, and a tear finally fell from the corner of her eye.
“Who in the hell?”
Song Gongzi turned around angrily.
He had been lusting after Hua Nongying for a long time, but previously, the backer of this place was the Fourth Prince, or more accurately, the Crown Prince, so he didn't dare to act rashly. Now that the arrow was on the string and had to be shot, someone actually kicked open his door.
Li Mo’s gaze shifted downwards, and his eyes suddenly became a little pitiful.
