Under the blue sky, in the gentle breeze, two hands were holding each other.
Sun Lang and Yinluo looked at each other and smiled.
The separation of several months did not create estrangement. Their souls were even more intimate. It was only a very short reunion, and the unfamiliarity of not seeing each other for a long time had already quietly dissipated.
It was as if they had never been separated.
He did not change.
She also did not change.
Sun Lang's lips curved into a gentle smile.
The anger and hostility that had accumulated since he entered the capital had silently subsided.
As long as he held her hand, as long as he was by her side, his heart would calm down. He would not be troubled by his past obsessions, and would not be controlled by his old hatred.
Because she would stay by his side, tolerate him, warm him, comfort him, and heal him. As long as she was by his side, there was nothing to worry about. The souls that relied on each other could embrace each other. A little bit of selfishness and concealment were meaningless, because she would not care at all.
Thinking about the anxiety and fooling around these days, thinking about the feelings of gain and loss that had troubled him for a long time, all those little tricks, concealment, and selfishness, it all seemed so laughable now.
Sun Lang said softly, "Oh right, Yinluo, I've done some things these days …"
The girl smiled, and there seemed to be stars in her eyes. "What?"
The boy who had reunited with his lover after a long separation said, "I …"
After a while.
"What — —"
A mixture of surprise, doubt, and even anger cut through the air, startling the birds on both sides of the road, startling the horses on the road, and startling the followers of Shinto Province who frequently turned their heads to peek, almost falling off their horses.
The so-called Zhang Fei roared with a long board, and its power was probably just like this.
The wheel of history, due to the arrogance of an old driver, quietly turned over.
"— — Unbelievable!"
Yinluo's voice contained a rush of anger.
Facts had proven that women were women after all. It was their nature to be jealous, pretentious, and emotional. The things that were written in books were all lies. Gentle, virtuous, generous, considerate, virtuous, and uncompetitive women did not exist.
In the luxurious carriage that Miss Zhao had specially customized, the girls were gathered in a circle.
Sun Lang sat on the side with downcast eyes.
Just now, Sun Lang's emotions had been stirred up. He was immersed in the 'recovery of the special scene, the breakthrough in favorability, and the great success of Spiritual Connection'. He wanted to be a Casanova, but after all, he was too young and too naive. Sometimes, things were too simple, and he didn't understand. The standard of 'leniency for those who confess, jail time for those who resist, and go home for the new year' was not only applicable to the hypocritical and backward capitalist legal system but also to the relationships between men and women.
So that's how it was.
After listening to a few sentences, Yinluo's face immediately changed. She was a good girl. She didn't flare up in public and embarrass Sun Lang, but she still walked back to the car with a dark face, leaving Sun Lang in a mess. He wanted to slap himself eighteen times. What was he talking about?
He hurriedly chased after her, wanting to explain.
Yinluo didn't plan on letting Sun Lang into the carriage, but Miss Zhao was a collaborator and immediately opened the back door. Sun Lang rushed in. Yinluo was filled with anger and immediately criticized and reprimanded him.
"I … … I thought that you were surrounded by enemies in the capital and that every step was difficult. I didn't think that you were actually … … actually so dissolute and happy!"
The girl angrily snorted: "No wonder that General An refused to say what you did no matter what!"
After she finished criticizing Sun Lang's crimes, she looked around, trying to get support from the other girls to criticize Sun Lang, this messy scoundrel.
But of everyone present, other than the housekeeper of Marquis Jingan fu, Xu Qingluan, who was always on guard against Sun Lang, who revealed a 'I already knew that you weren't a good thing' vigilant gaze, the reactions of the others were out of Yinluo's expectations.
"It's just this matter … …"
Miss Zhao used her small hand to support her chin and rolled her eyes at Yinluo: "Making a fuss over nothing. When a man of status goes to a brothel to socialize, he can make friends with famous people and spread his name. Back then, my father often went to Ming Zhou's brothel to drink, but I didn't see my mother say anything … …"
Zhao Yunlong excitedly scratched her ears and cheeks, continuously asking Sun Lang about the specific details of that night's attack on the Copper Sparrow Terrace. She was so excited that her entire body trembled, then she revealed an expression of disappointment and pity — — as the Great General of Song Zhou, she had heard about the details of the Copper Sparrow Terrace, so she was clear on just how great of a feat Sun Lang had accomplished.
Because of her nature, Zhao Yunlong was very enthusiastic about setting fire to houses and forcefully demolishing places. She truly felt deeply regretful that she wasn't able to personally witness this grand event.
Now that she had already come to Sun Lang's side, then there was only one question left.
"The next time you cause trouble, when will it be?"
She impatiently asked.
Miss Mao nodded furiously on the side.
If Zhao Yunlong was just excited, then Courrier was exhilarated. This Miss Mao was the ace pilot of the Lihuo Kingdom, and she always dreamed of sweeping the Houtu Kingdom and dominating the world. When she heard about Sun Lang's magnificent feat of mobilizing troops to the capital and surrounding the Copper Sparrow Terrace, she was instantly soaked in tears.
It was too damn exciting.
And Master Lu also nodded: "Well done."
Seeing that his allies were zero, Yinluo shouted: "What are you talking about!
That Copper Sparrow Terrace is … … a brothel!
Why don't you care at all! "
Lu Shu-jen said as if nothing had happened: "What's there to care about?
Anyway, he doesn't dare to touch any of the women inside … … "
Chi.
Sun Lang clutched his chest.
It hurts.
— — I think you should vent your anger a little, really … …
When Yinluo saw the pitiful look on Sun Lang's face, she almost burst out laughing, but she immediately put on a straight face. No matter what, this matter sounded too vile.
"How ridiculous. She's making trouble out of nothing."
Miss Zhao helped by the side: "I've heard of the reputation of that Copper Sparrow Terrace. It's the number one brothel in the world, the number one brothel in the capital, a place that all the famous masters in the world yearn for. Normal people can't even enter if they want to!
How capable is Sun Lang to be able to snatch this place!
This is like pulling a tooth out of a dragon's mouth! "
She looked at Sun Lang, her eyes shining, and said: "Sun Lang, Sun Lang, I was just worrying about what business to buy in the capital, so that our Shinto Province won't run out of money. I didn't expect you to have already considered this matter and snatch this treasure bowl in one go. With this Copper Sparrow Terrace as a foundation, our business and real estate in the capital will be much wider, and we won't even need to rely on your tiger skin … …"
Yinluo saw that the situation was not going well, and slammed the table: "You're also a woman. That kind of place treats women like goods for men to play with, and you still want to open a brothel to make money?"
Miss Zhao curled her lips and said, "Hypocrite, the brothels treat women as playthings to be manipulated, but those textile mills, those fields and woodlands, those mines and stone quarries, which one of them doesn't treat men as livestock to be manipulated to make money?
You have such a heart, why don't you care about them?
All living things suffer, this is fate, and you can't blame others. In any case, I treat everyone equally, and whatever money I make, it's all black-hearted money, as long as it's money. "
In terms of twisted logic, even ten Yinluo's would not be able to win against Miss Zhao. The girl choked, and then stared at Sun Lang, as if she wanted to see what he would say.
Sun Lang carefully said: "Yinluo, if you don't like it, then forget it … …"
Miss Zhao snorted: "That's fine, the Copper Sparrow Terrace is the world's number one brothel, and the women there are all talented and beautiful. They have been raised as flower vases since they were young, and other than pleasing men, they don't know anything else, and they are used to living a life of luxury. The Copper Sparrow Terrace can be closed, but they have nowhere to go. They can either be taken into the rooms of high officials or go to other brothels to work. Hoping that they can turn over a new leaf and live a simple life of plain tea, wooden hairpins, and thistle dresses is just a daydream."
She glanced at Sun Lang, and deliberately said: "So, for their own good, we should close the Copper Sparrow Terrace, and then take them into Shinto Province to be raised as singers and beautiful maids, so that they won't be treated like goods to be played with. It's also a great merit — isn't that right, Miss Zhang?"
Yinluo choked again, and was so angry that the stones in his chest flew into the air, and raging waves hit the shore, rolling up a thousand piles of snow.
Sun Lang said softly: "That's not necessary."
Zhao Feihuang asked curiously: "Then how does Sun plan to deal with them?"
Sun Lang sighed: "I thought about it, and it's better to return everything to how it was. The Copper Sparrow Terrace was given to me by His Majesty the Emperor, but I am a gentleman, an honest and capable official. I can't accept this bribe, so after thinking about it, there is only one solution … …"
He said seriously: "I want to sell the Copper Sparrow Terrace to His Majesty the Emperor, according to the market price."
Zhao Feihuang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.
She pointed at Sun Lang, and just as she was about to say something, she heard the sound of horse hooves approaching from outside. Someone shouted in the distance: "Marshal, someone from the palace is coming!"