Chapter 1526 - 819: Why Are You Here? (Triple Bonus Combined)

The Western Jin has established its nation for a long time, and though the Han system has been in place for a hundred years, the nomadic style buried deep within remains ever-present.

Chen Yi sat in the carriage, pulled up the curtain, and gazed at the scenery outside. Not long after passing through the gate of Wuding Square, he reached the northeast corner of the West Market, a place densely packed with taverns and towering pavilions. Amid the swaying red silk in the corridors, flower-like dancers passed by, with charming posture and pleasing demeanor.

"Young master, don't stare too long. These public dancers are better admired from afar; up close, they're nothing but a motley group. If you're looking for someone, you should find those with slightly curled hair and blue eyes—the barmaids from the Western Regions. If you genuinely fancy them, you can even purchase them without worrying about them running away and suing you."

Iron Abacus, accustomed to driving the carriage, lightheartedly introduced while driving,

"Young master, you see the edge of West Market here has many buildings and is indeed bustling. However, if you want to find the true colors of spring and soul-stirring places, you must search deep within various squares." He turned his head and slipped his words through the gap in the curtain, carrying a kind of knowing smile shared among men.

Iron Abacus clearly knows these things very well, speaking with rhythm and cadence like singing a tune.

He mentioned the Emerald Sleeve Pavilion in Yankang Square, where a girl has an extraordinary waist. It's said that she practiced soft skills and can bend over to place a set of teacups steadily on her stomach or back while walking and serving wine, without spilling a drop. Many wealthy sons gamble thousands just for this.

He also talked about those who prefer gentle and charming types should go to Changle Square, where the women there have genuinely good temperaments, speak softly, and most importantly, have plump bodies and generous bosoms, creating a haven of intoxication…

These comments made Chen Yi eager to browse… and quickly go home to discuss the path of longevity with Great Yin.

Once home, upon meeting Great Yin, he must present a keen attitude so as not to delay.

Speaking of which, yesterday's Dragon King Festival was Great Yin's birthday, and he missed it entirely.

Iron Abacus continued diligently, explaining which girl's home boasts skills in playing musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, and painting with Jiangnan flavor; which girl possesses unique skills to satisfy peculiar interests, like ropes and whips, or even more novel things; he even knows some bunny masters, but seeing Chen Yi appears as a decent person didn't elaborate.

"In Chang'an City, both East and West Markets are expressly prohibited from establishing brothels lest it corrupts moral standards and destabilizes merchant-dominated areas. Therefore, young master, if you fancy a beauty at any tavern's head, you'll need to follow her sedan softly back to her square, hire a room or enter the courtyard, to loosen those trousers." He teased, adding with a jest, "Of course, along the way, people using it as a pretext to extort or play tricks like the Immortal Jump aren't unheard of. Young master, if you wish to visit, it's best to find a reliable guide."

These market customs and hidden rules are unknown until you come to Chang'an.

However, Chen Yi doesn't like to patronize, nor has he ever spent the night in a brothel, ultimately only seeing fleeting reflections, though physiological reactions are inevitable.

At this moment, listening to these lively and straightforward descriptions, some fleeting images inevitably flashed in his mind, like small hooks gently scratching a corner deep in his heart.

His throat felt a bit dry; his body unconsciously adjusted his sitting posture slightly for more comfort.

Suddenly, he sensed a gaze.

Not from outside the carriage, nor from Iron Abacus before him.

Chen Yi swiftly turned his head.

Beside him was Donggong Ruoshu, who had been staring directly at him at some point, no, to be accurate her gaze slightly lowered, landing on a certain spot at the hem of his robe.

She stared intently.

Chen Yi felt his hair stand on end for a moment.

Instantly, he closed his legs, adjusted the robe sleeves for cover, coughed lightly, and quickly diverted his gaze from Donggong Ruoshu to the window.

"What are you looking at?" He relaxed his tone, wondering why himself strangely felt a tension as if his essence was about to be extracted.

Strange, did Hou Kang Sword recognize its master…

Donggong Ruoshu blinked, seemingly oblivious to the situation, naturally responding, "Your pants there, it seemed to move a bit just now." She almost wanted to point, "Did you hide something?"

"No." Chen Yi immediately intercepted her words, "Sit properly, stop glancing around."

Donggong Ruoshu let out an "Oh", although she withdrew her gaze, Chen Yi still felt that gaze stuck to him.

Miss Donggong wasn't looking anymore, but in her heart, she still was.

Of course she knew, that was the scent of flesh; Miss Yin had eaten in front of her, just didn't say it out loud.

Donggong Ruoshu silently licked her lips, yearning for a bite of the yang energy.

For some reason, she's been craving it these days.

Moreover, she discovered that things coming off Chen Yi contain yang energy, though she can't turn into a ghost to feast, even looking to quench thirst is better than nothing.

Outside the carriage, Iron Abacus's voice came through, "We've arrived, young master, will you get off here or continue sitting to another destination?"

Chen Yi steadied himself and solemnly said:

"To the Golden Immortal Temple."

"Golden Immortal Temple…" Iron Abacus pondered, seemingly figuring out the route. Soon, as the curtain suddenly lifted, he suspected hearing wrong and questioned in confusion, "Golden Immortal Temple, there's no Golden Immortal Temple anymore, it was abandoned a hundred years ago."