Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

A moment later, he handed the wooden plaque to Lin Feng: "Take this. This is your examination certificate and your identity token from now on."

This document is valid during the martial arts examination period; please do not lose it.

On the tenth day of next month, arrive promptly at the county school grounds to wait for the exam and enter with your identification.

Lin Feng took the wooden plaque.

He flipped through it and saw his basic information engraved on the front. After reading the information, Lin Feng felt very pleased.

Name: Lin Feng

Age: 24

[Appearance note: Tall and handsome]

【Feature: Short hair】

The back only has two simple lines of text:

[Yongguan County: Martial Arts Prodigy]

[Issued by: Zhao Boli, Lord of Yongguan City (Seal)]

Looking at the words "tall and handsome" and "martial arts student" on the wooden sign, Lin Feng's lips involuntarily curled up slightly. Being handsome was now considered official recognition.

He carefully put away the wooden plaque, nodded to the clerk, and turned to leave the rather deserted registration point at the entrance of the city lord's mansion.

Leaving the city lord's mansion, Lin Feng weighed the brand-new wooden plaque for martial arts prodigy in his arms, feeling quite pleased.

Shops lined both sides of the bluestone road, and the shouts of vendors filled the air.

Lin Feng strolled along, his gaze sweeping over the shops on both sides.

I saw a jade shop and planned to go in and buy a few pieces to give to Sarah and McKenna.

Just then, a man dressed as a servant in an indigo short jacket appeared.

Emerging from the shadows of a teahouse on the street, he blocked Lin Feng's path with a somewhat anxious smile on his face.

Lin Feng stopped and glanced at the inconspicuous embroidered logo on the other person's clothes.

It was the pimp at Wangchun Pavilion.

"Did you need something?"

When the pimp in blue saw Lin Feng stop, his smile immediately became even more enthusiastic, even showing obvious flattery.

He hurriedly pulled out a neatly folded invitation card from his pocket, which exuded a faint fragrance of perfume, and respectfully handed it over with both hands.

"Greetings, Young Master Lin. I have been waiting for you here for quite some time."

The pimp's voice was low but clear enough: "Tonight, it is the joyous occasion of the 'combing' of our top courtesan, Miss Xueyao, at Wangchun Pavilion."

My mother specifically instructed that we must invite you, our distinguished guest, to grace us with your presence.

We earnestly request that you, Young Master Lin, take the time to attend.

Lin Feng accepted the invitation. As a ladybug, he naturally understood what "combing" meant.

"Combing" is an elegant term used in brothels to refer to a courtesan's first formal night with a customer; in reality, it's an auction for the highest bidder's right to have their first night with the customer.

The only difference is that Wangchun Pavilion is made to be more refined, with invitations, making it seem like a gathering of literati.

Lin Feng casually flipped open the invitation and glanced at the delicate handwriting and signature. His tone was slightly amused. "If it's an auction, then it's an auction. Why bother with the 'combing'? Fine, I understand."

Upon hearing this, the pimp was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he seemed to have accomplished a great task and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Yes, yes, Young Master Lin is right."

Your presence is a tremendous honor for our Wangchun Pavilion.

"Then I won't bother you any longer. I look forward to welcoming you tonight."

After speaking, he bowed again and hurriedly retreated into the crowd, seemingly rushing back to report.

Lin Feng clutched the invitation, looking in the direction the pimp had disappeared. It seemed the madam was still unwilling to give up on this big spender.

They included themselves in the list of high-quality potential customers.

Little did he know that the pimp had been waiting there for several days, and he was about to cry if Lin Feng didn't come soon.

Lin Feng also put the invitation into his pocket.

Since I have nothing to do tonight, I'll go join the fun and see what it's like to see the courtesan "combing her hair".

Lin Feng went into the jade shop and bought five pieces of fine white jade, which looked almost the same as top-grade Hetian jade.

Fine and lustrous.

Jade isn't cheap here either; one piece costs 40 taels, and five pieces cost 200 taels.

As night falls, the lights are on.

The nights in Yongguan County are more enchanting and bustling than the days.

Lin Feng changed into a fine brocade robe, which, though not extravagant, accentuated his upright posture.

He called Zhao Erniu.

At first, he was a little hesitant, but he couldn't resist Lin Feng's words. But being a man, he reluctantly followed along.

Upon arriving at Fengyue Street, I saw that Wangchun Pavilion was brightly lit.

A three-story wooden building with upturned eaves is covered with various colorful lights, casting a warm, hazy red glow on the night sky.

Even before entering, one can hear the melodious sounds of string and wind instruments and the laughter of men and women wafting out, while the fragrance of cosmetics wafts on the breeze, captivating the heart.

As soon as Lin Feng appeared at the entrance of Wangchun Pavilion, the sharp-eyed madam rushed out from inside like butterflies that had smelled nectar.

The madam was a mature woman, plump and still charming.

"Oh my! My dear young master Lin, you've finally arrived! I've missed you so much!" The madam's voice was sweet and soft, filled with exaggerated surprise.

Without a word, she stepped forward and took Lin Feng's arm, her full breasts brushing against him almost imperceptibly, as if she were seeing an old lover she hadn't seen for many years.

Lin Feng took the opportunity to give her firm, round buttocks, which were wrapped tightly in silk, a light pinch. They felt plump and bouncy. He laughed and said, "You little slut, you're pretending to miss me, you're really missing my money."

The madam wasn't annoyed at all; instead, she giggled and snuggled closer to Lin Feng, her eyes filled with seductive charm: "Young master, you're so naughty, so naughty that I like you."

Young master, it's better to arrive at the right time than early. Tonight is the perfect day for our Xueyao to "comb" herself.

Young Master Lin, your luck is truly unparalleled.

As she spoke, she led Lin Feng and the somewhat hesitant Zhao Erniu inside.

"Please arrange a quiet, private room for us with a good view," Lin Feng said.

"Alright, please come upstairs, the best private room is reserved for you."

The madam personally led the two to a private room on the second floor, separated by a screen, directly opposite the stage in the main hall.

The room was fully furnished with tables and chairs, and there was also an incense burner with wisps of smoke rising from it.

After taking their seats, Lin Feng said to Zhao Erniu, "Erniu, since you're here, don't be shy. If you see a girl you like tonight, just pick her, it's on me."

Zhao Erniu's dark face was slightly red under the light. He rubbed his hands and said, "How could I possibly accept this?"

"Brother Lin, you've gone to so much trouble."

"Alright, we're all grown men, stop pretending to be so serious." Lin Feng poured him a cup of tea and laughed, "Food and sex are human nature. Every man will be attracted to a pretty girl; that's only human nature."

"I told you I'd thank you for helping me find the body last time, and I'd treat you to some fun. Of course, I can't go back on my word."

Zhao Erniu smiled sheepishly and stopped refusing.

But his eyes couldn't help but dart towards the slender girls walking back and forth downstairs, and his throat moved involuntarily.

Soon, several pretty maids dressed in elegant dresses brought out several plates of exquisite pastries and seasonal fruits, and also warmed a pot of wine.

Zhao Erniu took a sip, smacked his lips, and shook his head, saying, "This wine is too weak, it's like drinking water, it has no potency at all."

Lin Feng chuckled: "Who comes to Wangchun Pavilion just to drink?"

Isn't it all for my cousin?

Zhao Erniu was taken aback, his face full of doubt. "For my cousin? Brother Lin, your cousin is here too?"

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