The Zhike believed that the young master in front of him was a poor scholar who had never seen the world before, and wanted to come to the brothel to see it fresh.

"That young master, who do you want to meet?"

Zhike didn't have so much spare time, and he was accompanying a poor scholar who was not very good at grinding his lips.

He couldn't wait to ask.

At this time, it was too late to go out to play in Hongjianfang.

In the capital, there are people waiting in brothels at any high-end music shop starting in the afternoon, ready to delist at any time.

"I want to see Miss Zhuang Jing." Yuan Zhi grinned.

"Miss Zhuang Jing?"

The Zhike thought he had heard it wrong, and was so shocked that his chin almost fell down.

"What the young master wants to meet Zhuang Jing? Do you know that she is the courtesan in Hongjianfang and the top brand?"

"Yes, it's Miss Zhuang Jing. Since I am here, I will naturally have to see the top player."

Yuan Zhibai realized Zhike and shouted arrogantly.

Ma, this kid was kicked to death by the donkey.

Miss Zhuang Jing is extremely beautiful, good at chanting poems and writing pairs, and both play and sing.

Usually, those who can let her come and see her off are the top figures and nobles in the capital.

Or wealthy families who open gold mines and spend money like money.

Such a poor scholar dressed in a young man actually had a blank mouth and had to see the top card when he opened his mouth.

Daydreaming is not like this.

The Zhike looked up and down, and he looked good and had a tall figure. However, he was dressed very ordinary and the car was riding a single horse.

Humph, a poor scholar who doesn't know the world is so strong that he has never seen the world.

I didn't even look at the young master who came to visit the brothel at the door. No one was a luxury carriage or a large number of bodyguards followed him.

After thinking about it, Zhike had an idea in his mind.

I saw him smiling at Won Ji:

"This young master, this matter is a bit difficult. It may be your first time to come to Hongjianfang. I don't know the rules here yet. If you want to meet Miss Zhuang Jing, you need to make an appointment in advance or someone will recommend it, otherwise, you will not be able to

Meet."

What?

When entering a brothel, someone needs to recommend it or make an appointment?

A brothel woman, isn't this aptitude gone? It's harder than meeting the Queen?

Yuanzhi, who was drinking tea with his head down, was so shocked that he almost sprayed out the tea in his mouth.

He raised his eyes and glared at the chubby middle-aged guest.

"You guy, don't be shameless. Go and call out the person named Zhuang Jing. My young master is already giving you face, otherwise..."

Standing behind Yuan Zhi, Ding Jiu saw that Zhike had been making things difficult for the prince, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he scolded him loudly.

If it weren't for the disciplinary constraints of the prince's private visit, he would have gone up and beaten him up and couldn't take care of himself.

However, the second half of his sentence was swallowed by Yuan Zhi's glaring at him.

The middle-aged guest discovered that the poor scholar's follower was fierce and a bad guy who was not easy to mess with.

The guest is not afraid of someone causing trouble.

Hongjianfang is famous, and no one in the capital knows that his backstage can break the sky.

To be honest, the person who dared to come to Hongjianfang to smash the scene is probably still in his mother's womb and has not been born.

I am afraid of those young young men who are just starting out. The newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger. He cares who you are. He will smash it first and then talk about it. Then he will have a life of ruin.

Zhike made a brain teaser, his eyes dripped, and he said:

"The rules of Hongjianfang are that if you want to meet Miss Zhuang Jing, you must pay the prize money first."

"How much is the bonus for delisting?"

"Three gold zhu." Zhike stretched out three thick and short fingers and snorted coldly.

"ah?!"

When Yuan Zhi heard this, the character "chuan" stood up between his eyebrows, and he was so angry that his forehead was filled with blue veins. He wanted to step forward and kick this hateful fat master away.

What a big deal, this is clearly a robbery. What is the difference between robbing a bank?

But tolerate must be patient.

According to the secret guards, Princess Tielle first entered Hongjianfang.

The person she was going to meet was this top brand Zhuang Jing.

Yuanzhi's clenched fists still loosened, but he just said in a low voice:

"Just pick a card and do nothing, just three gold baht, so expensive?"

Seeing Yuanzhi's changeable expression, Zhike felt proud in his heart, and he snorted coldly with an expressionless face:

"Is it expensive? Not expensive! And I declare in advance that after paying the money, the youngest person is only responsible for taking the guest to Miss Zhuang Jing's attic. Whether you see each other or not depends on her own decision."

Oh, after paying the money, can you see that beautiful face? I'm still a little bit more.

This face is comparable to the empress who is now a mother in the world!

Zhike saw that the poor scholar was choked and did not dare to say anything. He curled his wide and thick lips and shrugged his fat shoulders.

This means that if you can’t afford the money, just leave quickly and don’t embarrass you here.

Yuanzhi was really annoyed.

A brothel can make such a big picture.

If you really have a backer behind you, you are confident, right?

He really wanted to get angry and hit it with his feet in the sky to see who dared to show his head and plead for them.

But when I think about it in a blink of an eye, a small impatience will cause a big plan.

Isn’t it just three gold coins? Give it to him. I will talk about it after passing this level.

This prince wants to see who this Zhuang Jing is?

Yuan Zhi took out three gold baht from his pocket, put it on the palm of his hand and reluctantly handed it to Zhike's fat hand, with his face full of flesh pain.

Zhike, who took the money, didn't say anything nonsense, turned around and walked inside, thinking to himself:

What a fool, I don’t understand if I miss it.

Miss Zhuang Jing, how could you see you, a poor scholar?

Following the sarcastic Zhike, Yuan Zhi stepped into the back cabin of the pleasure boat, and then realized that there was indeed a unique world here.

There are exquisite gardens in the south of the Yangtze River, rockery and flowing water, gallery bridges, and several wooden pavilions hidden among the green bamboo and pine trees. From time to time, the sound of strings of silk and bamboo zithers is faintly heard.

Following the winding corridor, I walked to a small vermilion attic on the second floor, and said:

"This is the residence of Miss Zhuang Jing. The young man is surnamed Gui, so I can go and report it."

Yuan Zhi smiled and said, "This young master's surname is Yuan."

"Please wait for a moment, Master Yuan." The wise man bowed slightly and turned to the building to report.

Speaking of which, in the vermilion attic, there are also melodious piano music, circling around.

It turned out that Zhuang Jing accompanied several cabinet officials to drink in the afternoon and had just left the seat.

She returned to her attic and had not yet drunk enough.

The personal maid Xiaoqing served her bathing and changing clothes, and brought her to sober up her with wine and ginseng soup.

Finally, she was wrapped in plain clothes and lay on a mahogany bed in the attic to rest.

"Xiaoqing, I will never see any guests again." Zhuang Jing said lazily.

"I got it, Miss."

The maid Xiaoqian nodded, put on the brocade quilt and left the room.

Zhuang Jing rested on the soft collapse for an hour. When it was approaching dusk, Xiaoqing came in and leaned over and whispered in his ear:

"Miss, a young man named Lin asked for a meeting. I heard from Manager Feng that he was showing the token of Cao's Mansion."

After hearing this, Zhuang Jing, who was sleepy, opened her eyes wide and stood up and sat up.

Hongjianfang is actually a private property of Cao's mansion.

Since this person has the token of Cao Mansion and comes in through Manager Feng, he is naturally of great origin, so there is no reason to be ignored.

Seeing Zhuang Jing frowned, the maid Xiaoqing thought the person who came was a liar, and hurriedly said:
To be continued...