Poison Doctor Demon Consort Chapter 19

“Slap slap” followed.  Li Qing Hai slapped himself a few times then fearing for his life, he fell to the ground, his voice shaking as he exaggeratedly said: “This lowly one deserves death!  Linghu Huo Ri’s martial arts is unfathomable!  Also, G.o.d of War ninth lord suddenly appeared.  They’re all dead.  Only this lowly one escaped.  Please ask Head Eunuch to punish.”

“Waste!  Go!  Not of any use!  It’d be useless to keep you.” A feminine voice like a needle hidden inside cotton sounded.  This was a man’s voice, but it seemed like a woman’s, or perhaps to say, it was like the voice of the ancient era’s eunuch.

(T/N: the duster used by eunuchs is much different than the dusters we see today.  It looks much more aesthetically pleasing.  Eunuchs often carry these dusters around to they can dust the seats for the Emperor)

The ancient house was lit with blue lanterns.  The dim light cast over a chamber’s richness, abnormality, and ghostly.  A white-haired, rosy faced middle-aged man dressed in black sat on an ancient colored ornate chair.  Waving the white duster in his hand, under the white eyebrow, the gaze was all brutality and bloodthirstiness.

Li Qing Hai who was already injured continuously kowtowed his head in thanks: “Thanks Head Eunuch for not killing!  This lowly one will spare no effort in performing my duty until my heart stops beating.”

The atmosphere of this room was somber, like the Underworld Yama’s ghost palace making one tremble with fear.

However, at this moment, moonlight was dimly lit outside the window.  A ray of silver light poured over the stone steps, casting on a black shadow on the roof of the building that was swiftly disappearing.

In the suburbs, the moonlight was like water, illusionary and wide.  Sikong Yufei decked out entirely in black landed in front of Zhu You Hong.  Zhu You Hong has already returned to normal.

He arched his hands and said to Zhu You Hong: “Congratulations ninth lord for tiding over the calamity!”

Zhu You Hong was still inside the carriage.  He hasn’t yet returned to the manor.  Seeing Sikong Yufei, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.  His refined face looked a little displeased, his mouth pulled downwards: “Benw.a.n.g must follow her?”

Sikong Yufei’s age wasn’t too old, only just thirty years old.  However, he liked to hold a chicken feather fan in his hands.  Whether it was hot or cold, before he speaks, he always fans two times and then slowly says: “That is not so.  If ninth lord can puts down your troubles and become a romantic like this humble one, only when bored have a cricket-fight, when drunk only appreciate flowers and birds.  Then she has nothing to do with ninth lord.”

“Nonsense!” Zhu You Hong grunted, then said deeply, “Go to Yu Qiong Lou.”

Yu Qiong Lou.

Yan capital city’s most prosperous place, the most fascinating place in the nightlife was Yu Qiong Lou.

(T/N: The silver paper refers to the paper money that is burned in front of someone’s grave so the dead person has money to spend in h.e.l.l)

Every night, songs and dance extol the good times.  Every skilled girl was an a.s.semblage of beauty, arts, songs, and dance.  They attract those in and out of Yan capital’s high officials and good-for-nothing young masters who all loved to come here without caring about spending money, comparable to burning silver paper.

From a distance, Linghu Shui Yue heard the music of the traditional stringed and woodwind instruments traveling out of Yu Qiong Lou.

After she got rid of ninth lord, she walked for a while.  After entering the city, she rented a carriage.  Soon she arrived at the legendary ancient era’s brothel—Yu Qiong Lou.

After getting off the carriage, hearing the ancient music, she nodded her head then approached Yu Qiong Lou’s large doors.

(T/N: moxiong- ancient chinese version of bra, a coat is then worn over this so only the top of the bodice is showing)

Outside Yu Qiong Lou’s doors stood a row of red and green girls in ancient costume.  Each one wore their makeup particularly thick.    The moxiong covering the chest was very low.  The tawdry seduction showed.  Each person’s hand held a handkerchief, doing everything to woo the men entering the doors.

Just as Linghu Shui Yue was about to enter, suddenly a carriage charged forward from behind.  A voice very rudely shouted: “Move!    If you don’t want to die, get out of the way!”

Who would be so arrogant?  When Linghu Shui Yue looked back, she saw….