Male God, a Little Su

Peony Pavilion.

Fireworks on the banks of the moat.

Dayan folk customs are open.

As soon as twilight came, the pavilions and pavilions on the riverbank were hung with lanterns, and the crimson streamers danced with the night wind, adding to the charm.

Occasionally a breeze flies by, and there will be a fragrant wind.

Hooked people are confused.

Su Yan's long hair was tied at the top of her head with a crown, with a long ponytail hanging down from the back.

Dressed in red, she was extraordinarily ostentatious in the night.

The delicate makeup of Madam Hui seems to be boneless. She is the mother of Peony Pavilion, and she is only 30 years old, and she is already the steward here.

At this time, she was leaning against the waterfront window, joking with the guests.

The Peony Pavilion is different from other fireworks places. There is the most gentle and beautiful girl in Dayan. She is full of talent. Naturally, she does not have to show her face outside to attract guests like other places.

They only need to dress up beautifully, wear fine silk and satin, and wait for the guests to come to the door.

Su Yan was tall and slender, and her red clothes were lifted by the wind.

She narrowed her eyes and suddenly strode towards the door.

"Yo, the son is so romantic, hurry up-"

Madam Hui noticed a young man with a romantic figure and an even more beautiful appearance from a distance. Seeing that she was silent for a long time, she finally stepped up and walked towards the Peony Pavilion.

Immediately stood up to say hello, but when they arrived, she was stunned.

Although the person in front of him is wearing a red shirt with a cross collar, it is different from the girl's dress. But the one with the bulging chest didn't make any cover up at all.

With this gorgeous appearance, he swaggered through the market.

I don't care to tell everyone that she is actually a beautiful woman!

"Gu, girl, did you go to the wrong place?" Madam Hui asked cautiously.

From Su Yan's appearance and bearing, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can raise.

In this capital city, if you throw a brick at random, you might be able to hit a royal palace noble.

She didn't dare to offend.

Hearing this, Su Yan hooked her lips with a smile, approached her abruptly, sniffed gently, and her tone rose lazily.

"My sister smells so good~"

Madam Hui clearly knew that the other party was a daughter, but when she suddenly approached her, it sounded in her ears with a slightly half-smiling tone.

Her heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

"sky--"

"Girl, don't make fun of me. If you really want to have fun, why don't you go across the street?"

She squeezed the handkerchief's hand and pointed to the opposite side.

The three-story attic is quiet and low-key compared to The Peony Pavilion.

Write three characters.

【Qingfeng Building】

People from Man Dayan, who do not know that there are two major fireworks holy places in the capital.

One is the Peony Pavilion, which brings together countless beauties of Dayan. The second is Qingfenglou, which is full of beautiful young teenagers.

However, even if Dayan's folk customs are open, it does not mean that the ladies and wives of rich families can freely search for flowers and willows outside.

These are all prepared for men with special hobbies.

Compared with the prostitutes in the Peony Pavilion, the status of the servants is even lower, which is contemptible.

Once you enter this line of work, you will never want to be clean again in this life.

Su Yan turned her eyes and brought those three words into her eyes. She leaned softly on Madam Hui, smelled the good fragrance on her body, lowered her voice and said softly: "I prefer the liveliness of the Peony Pavilion to the Qingfeng Tower. There is also a lady who is like a sister, exuding fragrance. Beauty."

"Hey you little mouth!"

Madam Hui glanced at her angrily, and the flower branches coaxed by Su Yan trembled.