"Xi Huange" has a history of at least seventy or eighty years.

The first shopkeeper was the noble daughter of the previous dynasty. Later, she was in trouble and survived by chance. By chance, she arrived at the Little Birthday Spirit and opened the Xihuan Pavilion.

She said that life is like a play, and she only wants to have a happy night, so she named her brothel Xihuan Pavilion, and she has never changed her name over the years.

If you want to say how special this brothel is, then there is no one. However, compared with other brothel tiles, this place is indeed more elegant, and the women in the building are also a little taller.

It is this kind of awe that makes Xi Huange famous not only in Shouling, but also in other places.

So this has become the tradition of Xihuan Pavilion. To this day, there are countless brothels and tiles in Shouling County, but the ladies in Xihuan Pavilion do their best in doing business. The guests like them. They can poetry, wine, sing, dance, and speak well.

If the guests don't like them, then don't think about stepping into the boudoir or smiling.

The more this happens, the more the literati and poets praise him. He said that Miss Xixi is only 28 years old this year, and her pipa is already playing the world and is so shocking that ghosts and gods are so beautiful that she dances well, and she is famous for her.

It was a whole year last year that people received a guest. The noble son from the capital, named Cao Ru. I heard that he was a national uncle. Other noble sons spent a lot of money, but they couldn't even see the beautiful woman. But even so, there were endless young masters who came to try their luck every night.

Such a Xihuan Pavilion is naturally a fashionable location at the top of Shouling City. Now that Shouling is closed, the whole city is filled with desolate restaurants. Only this Xihuan Pavilion is still hung with palace lanterns, beautiful women dancing, literati and poets sitting in the living room, and young men in the Wuling City fight for their heads. Not to mention being indulgent, they always have a little more peaceful scene than the side.

"The fruit wine brewed by that little lady from your Guzhuang?"

Su San changed into clean clothes and pushed the sample prepared by Gu Xiang, Cherry was thinking about the chicken soup she had drunk.

Qiu Li thought even more.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but I always feel that after drinking chicken soup, she has never had any problems with her chills this night. Her hands and feet have been very warm these days, and she doesn’t feel tired even when she works.

"Sister, let's accept it. If the palace doesn't want it, I will buy it myself and drink it myself."

Cherry felt more obvious than her sister. Her sister thought that those were coincidences, but she was different. In the past, she was not as good as death when she was young.

Moreover, her life has been irregular in the past two years. She either doesn’t come or leaves after coming or leaving. It hurts so much, but this time it’s different and she doesn’t feel anything.

She saw the doctor and took medicine, and never cared about it. The only difference this time was that she and her cousin went home and took chicken noodle soup several times.

Cherry looked down at the fruit wine brought by Su San. It was made of fine-mouthed pottery bottles. Although it was pottery, the shape was rough and natural. She couldn't say it well, but she felt it was good.

When the wine was poured into the small wine glass, Qiu Li was stunned.

The first feeling is that it is very clean.

They were in Xihuan Pavilion, so how could they not drink? The two of them practiced their alcohol tolerance from a little bit. After drinking for many years, they had not developed a drinking addiction. However, they still had the ability to know that wine was blown away by the good wine that was not completely turbid when poured out.

Qiu Li couldn't help but pick up the wine glass and took a sip: "Um!"

The rich fruity aroma did not completely cover up the aroma of wine. The aroma of wine entered the abdomen and was incredibly refreshing. First, it was like drinking ice and snow, and then it generated heat. The warm and warm feeling circled from the throat to the stomach, and the whole body was comfortable and a little dizzy, but the dizziness was not dizzy or dull, but it was refreshed and the mind was clear.

This is the first time Qiuli has drunk and felt sober and comfortable all over.

The two sisters looked at each other, and a little smile appeared in their eyes.

The second day.

The guests of Xihuan Pavilion discovered that the pavilion was selling the usual fruit wine and wine dishes very down-to-earth.

Or pickled vegetables.

Several regular customers in the pavilion, Mr. Chen from the grain merchant, and Mr. Han from the local teacher laughed when they saw the food and food on the table: "Mom Zhao, you are really, now there are two plates of pickled vegetables on the table. Do you let us eat it or not?"

"That's right, all the ladies are exhaling like orchids. We eat a lot of pickled vegetables. Is it appropriate?"

Mother Zhao sighed and looked terrible: "My young master, do you think I am happy? I am afraid that when I open the window, I can't smell the fragrance of powder outside, but only smell the pickled vegetables. Doesn't it affect business?"

She quietly raised her hand and pointed up, "What's the solution for me? Ne, my little ancestor doesn't want anything else, just eat this!"

She lowered her voice and said quietly: "I don't think about it. She eats alone, so it makes people see how embarrassing it. Let's just eat with her together."

Zhao's mother shook her head: "Let's just be embarrassed together."

Mr. Chen was stunned and looked up at Miss Xixi's room in a daze.

The window was open, and a light was like beans. When I saw Miss Xixi sitting beside the window, drinking by himself, a piece of white radish that looked like jade was held in her mouth.

One piece after another.

In the blink of an eye, Miss Xixi's pink lips had already eaten seven or eight in one breath.

Gudong.

The only way to eat the radish is to feel like white jade.

Mr. Chen didn't feel embarrassed at all at this time when he was eating pickled vegetables. He couldn't help but pick up a piece and ate it in. After eating, he was stunned.

I don’t know what to pickle the radish slices. They taste just right, not very heavy, crispy, sweet and delicious, and... addictive.

In just a while, he had more than half of the food and food served on the table, and only a few slices were left. And he had to eat dry food, and nothing was left.

Mr. Han looked back at his friend, looked disbelief and said unbelievably: "... Do you actually like Miss Xixi so much?"

What does this love look like?

Mr. Han was a little scared: "Miss Xixi is good, whether it is a pipa or a dance, but the value is too high, so don't indulge in it, otherwise your father will break your legs if he doesn't break your legs."

Although Mr. Chen is a businessman, his uncle is Teacher Han.

My uncle loved my nephew, and Teacher Han called for a beating and killing my son, but he saw that his nephew was a hundred good ones. What’s wrong with Mr. Chen, it must be the one who was bad for him.

Mr. Han could even think that if his father knew that his cousin was crazy about the brothel woman, the first thing he did was to capture him and explode.

After all, my nephew is very well-behaved, so it must be his son who is provoked.

Mr. Chen rolled his eyes, picked up a piece of cucumber and stuffed it into Mr. Han's mouth.
Chapter completed!