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The news of the Yueqiu Tower Competition spread quickly. Those who signed up for the competition and those who watched the excitement turned the Yiqiu Tower into a bustling place. Even during the day, it became bustling with people, making Mrs. Zhou's dreams filled with spring breeze.

There are more than 30 famous prostitutes on the banks of the Qinhuai River. It is almost impossible to open a brothel or a wine shop on the banks of the Qinhuai River where every inch of land is precious without a background.

Shenghuaju, located to the east of Qingxi Bridge, is one of the most prostitute houses on the Qinhuai River.

The main building, Tingfeng Building, is nearly ten feet higher than Yiqiu Building, with cornices and brackets, red columns and carved windows, making it full of grandeur.

The interior of the Tingfeng Building is spacious and gorgeous, with the same layout as the Yiqiu Building. In the center is a high platform for performances, with tables and seats placed around it, but the area is nearly twice as large. The lobby alone can accommodate hundreds of people to watch singing and dancing.

Screens were used to separate six elegant rooms, which were covered with luxurious mats, vases, and pictures of maids. Each elegant room was served by two beautiful maids.

There is a corner door on the north side of the main building connected to the promenade at the back. Behind it is a garden with flowers, plants and bamboos, and stone paths with bamboos, making it very quiet.

Walking through the corridor and through the garden, there is a two-story building, where the real owner of Shenghuaju, Huangmen Shilang Wang Xiezhi, is lying on a brocade couch.

A beautiful woman leaned half in his arms, took a loquat from the porcelain plate on the couch table, carefully peeled off the skin, and handed it to Wang Xiezhi's mouth.

Wang Xiezhi opened his mouth, but his hands were kneading the woman's body.

The woman held down Wang Xiezhi's mischievous hand and gasped: "Wang Sir, how should we deal with the fight at Yiqiu Tower?"

Wang Xiezhi said in fascination: "Feng Niang, no matter how hard Yiqiu Tower is, it can still turn the world upside down."

Feng Niang sat up straight and said: "Wang Lang, this fight is quite powerful. Most of the Qinhuai Prostitute Houses sent people to participate. If Yiqiu House takes the lead, our Shenghuaju will be slapped in the face."

Wang Xiezhi lay down and thought for a moment, then said: "Yiqiuju is the property of Lu Zhuang, the Minister of Duzhi (1), so it is difficult to deal with it."

Feng Niang smiled sweetly and said: "My lord, your Majesty has been newly appointed as the Prince's Young Master by the Emperor. Even the left servant She Yuan Lingong (Wang Xun) has to temporarily avoid the spotlight. Do you need to be afraid of the little Duzhi Minister?"

Wang Xiezhi turned over and lay down, combing his beard and said: "What do you know? This Lu Zhuang is a close aide of the King of Kuaiji. He is afraid of rats."

Feng Niang's watery eyes blinked and she said: "How can such a big event be held in a place like Yiqiu Tower? Why don't Wang Lang suggest to Mr. Lu that the concert should be moved to Tingfeng Tower? Even if the two families join forces,

Just do it.”

Wang Xiezhi sat up on the couch, hugged Feng Niang into his arms, and said with a smile: "Feng Niang is very scheming. Mr. Lu will give me this little bit of face, and I will tell him tomorrow. This fight, there are many people in the building.

Is there anyone vying for the top spot?"

Feng Niang's delicate body squirmed in Wang Xiezhi's arms, and she said with a charming smile: "That girl with red sleeves has already completed her studies, so we just take this opportunity to launch her. Wang Lang, please ask a famous person to write a farewell poem for her, Douqu."

It’s time to win the championship.”

A bright and hot figure appeared in front of Wang Xiezhi's eyes. Feng Niang sensed Wang Xiezhi's abnormality. She hummed and gently twisted Wang Xiezhi's body with her hands, saying angrily: "Wang Lang is such a philanderer. Having a slave family is not enough."

.Hongxiu, please don’t touch her for now, this girl can earn at least a thousand pieces of gold for the building in a year.”

"I have Feng Niang, that's enough." Wang Xiezhi held Feng Niang down on the couch, and the two of them started to stir up emotions.

Ting Yuxuan. A woman in green clothes handed the letter to the maid and said: "You must hand this letter to Master Xu with your own hands and ask him to write a farewell poem for the slave. He said that the slave will pay ten gold and stay for five days.

As a polish."

Biyun Pavilion. Mrs. Chen, the head of the family, holds her cheeks in her hands and is thinking hard. Since Xingyu left, Biyun Pavilion's business has not been as good as before, and it is about to be squeezed out of the top ten brothels. This time, Yiqiu Pavilion is holding a duel.

The competition is an opportunity to revive the reputation of Biyun Pavilion.

However, there were no outstanding women in the pavilion. Mrs. Chen gritted her teeth and finally made up her mind to seek help from Tian Niang, a good friend of Baiqinglou in Jingkou, and paid a lot of money to invite Siyu, the mainstay of Baiqinglou, to come and perform.

Yingchun Building. In a small green building in the backyard, a man is writing quickly, and the woman beside him is leaning over the poem on the paper, reading softly: "...Fangshulong Inn, spring flow around the city... Thousands of miles away.

Lonely boat.”

When the man put down his pen, the woman laughed softly and said: "With Lu Lang's poem, I will surely win the first place in the fighting song and live up to the name of Lu Lang's poem."

In Yiqiu Pavilion, Yu Ling and Yue Hua were both thanking guests behind closed doors, practicing their piano skills intensively, singing repeatedly, and honing their skills.

According to Mrs. Zhou, there are nearly thirty people participating in the competition, all of whom are leaders in the industry.

The song "Farewell" was first sung from Yiqiu Tower. If someone else takes the lead, not only will Yiqiu Tower lose face, but even the two of them will not be able to hold their heads up.

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At the beginning of the 15th day of the lunar month, Lu Zhuang, the minister of Duzhi, walked into Yiqiu Tower wearing a green robe, and followed Mrs. Zhou to her residence on the south side of the second floor. Lu Zhuang would come to check the accounts in person on the 15th day of every month.

Zhou Niang had already made preparations, and the thick account books were placed on the case. After Ji Yang's books were bound into volumes, the style of books quickly became popular. Not only did the books become books in the hands of scholars, but even the account books were replaced with album pages.

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Lu Zhuang looked through the pages absentmindedly, and Zhou Niang reported from the side: "... Last month, we spent 570,000 yuan after expenses. It cost 100,000 yuan to buy ten girls from Yizhou..."

Lu Zhuang closed the account book and said: "Mother Zhou, something happened with the music fight. The owner of Shenghuaju mentioned to me that the venue of the music fight will be changed to the Tingfeng Building in Shenghuaju."

"Why?" Zhou Niang screamed, "You have put so much thought into this, and you have gone too far by just asking six celebrities to judge. Boss, after the news of the fight spread, our Yiqiu Tower

The reputation of Shenghua Residence has greatly increased. The number of guests coming to visit these days has doubled than usual. The owner must not agree to Shenghua Residence."

Lu Zhuang smiled bitterly and said: "I have already agreed to this matter. Shenghuaju promised to give us the 20% dividend from the competition."

Zhou Niang was full of displeasure and said: "Since my boss has agreed, what else can I say? There will be a fight tomorrow, so let Shenghuaju inform everyone that the location has been changed. I will no longer care about it."

Lu Zhuang tapped the table with his fingers and said: "Shenghuaju has postponed the fight to the 19th and is going to invite ten judges."

"There are too many prostitutes competing this time, and only one person from each house is allowed to participate. However, I made an agreement with the owner of Shenghuaju, and he promised to give us two places. One of them is the gambling battle between Yang Anxuan and Yu Xuan, which will be placed at the end.

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Mother Zhou asked: "Can we still use the judges we invited?"

"This is natural." Lu Zhuang said: "Liu Zhi, the author, Shi Yangmin, the imperial censor, and He Xiu, the assistant teacher of the Imperial Academy, are from a famous family and have an excellent reputation. Although Zhou Liang and Mao Wen became officials at an old age, their reputation among scholars

The influence is still great; Ji Bao is good at music, and with him as the judge, everyone can remember it."

"Who are you planning to invite to Shenghuaju?"

Lu Zhuang shook his head and said: "I don't know yet. But with the power of the Wang family, the people invited will definitely not be worse than the six people we invited. That's all, since Shenghuaju has taken over the matter of fighting Qu, let him go.

You have to tell Yuehua and Yuling to practice well, even if they fail to win the title, they can't weaken the reputation of Yiqiu Tower."

Mother Zhou nodded in agreement and said hesitantly: "My boss, do you think Xiaolan, who was redeemed by Yang Anxuan, has a chance?"

Lu Zhuang frowned and said: "According to what you said, Xiaolan has a hoarse voice and is not suitable for singing at all. The chance of winning is very small. But if Yang Anxuan is willing to bet a hundred taels of gold, it is not necessarily a lot of money.

Throw it everywhere. We don’t need to worry about this matter. Whether we win or lose, it has nothing to do with Yiqiu Tower. If he can win, we can make good friends afterwards."

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At Xinju Inn, Yang Anxuan received news from Yiqiu Tower that the music contest was postponed to the 19th and would be held at Tingfeng Tower in Shenghuaju.

After several days of practice, Xiaolan's confidence has greatly increased and she is a little eager to try.

Yang Anxuan attaches great importance to this gambling test. This is his first battle in Beijing to make a name for himself, not to mention there is still a hundred taels of bet.

With nothing to do, Yang Anxuan told Xiaolan about his singing skills in the later karaoke hall, such as breath holding, vocal enunciation, emotional expression, switching between high and low, etc. He said whatever came to mind, but it was not systematic.

Even so, Xiaolan's eyes lit up when she heard it. Yang Anxuan's words touched her with an idea, and the insights she had learned from her master a few years ago came to her heart. She sang "Farewell" again, becoming more and more touching and sweet.

Hu Yuan sighed: "The long pavilion, the ancient road, the fragrant grass, the setting sun, and the distant mountains all sound so poignant and sentimental. When Lady Xiaolan sings it, how can it not make people cry?"

While they were talking, Yin Dun brought a servant boy to visit. Yang Anxuan saw that the boy had delicate features, and upon closer inspection, he turned out to be Yin Huizhen in disguise.

Yin Dun whispered: "An Xuan, Huizhen heard you write the lyrics for the song "Farewell", and she made Yu want to listen to it. Yu brought her here because he really had no other choice."

Yin Huizhen lowered her head and came to Yang Anxuan. She bowed Yingying without saying a word and stepped aside sadly.

The song "Farewell" was sung again. Hu Yuan, Zhang Feng and others couldn't help but hum along in a low voice. Yin Huizhen beat the time with her little hands and hummed along with her nose.

After singing a song, Yin Huizhen asked Xiaolan for advice on singing skills.

Yin Dun sighed: "An Xuan does not seek rhythm and creates new music and lyrics. He will definitely be able to establish a sect in the future and become a great master."

Yang Anxuan smiled and said nothing. His family and country were shattered. What he wanted was to leap over the mountains and rivers and quell the war. How could he be a master of lyrics and music by singing softly in poems and songs.

On the side, Yin Huizhen sang "Farewell" softly, her voice was clear and crisp, like the singing of an oriole, which was different from Xiaolan's deep voice.

After singing, Yin Huizhen's eyes moved, and her infinite affection fell on Yang Anxuan.

Yang Anxuan sighed in his heart and turned his head slightly, avoiding Yin Huizhen's gaze.

Yin Huizhen bit her silver teeth lightly, walked up to Yang Anxuan, and said softly: "When I left Xinye City that day, the young master wrote "Send off my friend Yin Dun to Jiankang" for my eldest brother. I also want to ask the young master to write a few sentences.

As a farewell thought."

As soon as I finished speaking, tears welled up in my eyes.

It is most difficult to accept the kindness of a beauty. Yang Anxuan originally did not want to have more entanglements with Yin Huizhen, but when he saw her pear blossoms and rain, he couldn't help but soften his heart.

Looking around the courtyard, the flowers on the two peach trees on the west wall are falling like rain. Spring is about to end, and the beautiful lady will also enter the deep palace, and she will live in silence for the rest of her life.

Feeling from the heart, Yang Anxuan chanted: "A new song with new lyrics and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When will the sunset come back? There is no choice but the flowers have fallen, and it seems that the swallows have returned. The fragrant path of the small garden is wandering alone."

Sad for spring, cherishing spring, a touch of sadness full of nostalgia and melancholy. Yin Huizhen felt about her life experience, couldn't help herself, and cried bitterly.

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Some people focus on acting, while others focus on judging.

After the top ten judges invited by Shenghuaju became known, all the major brothels sent people to visit them with generous gifts, and their intentions were self-evident.
Chapter completed!