On the second day after Xie Tong entered the city, which was the eleventh day of the twelfth lunar month in the first year of Guangming, the rebels in Chang'an City began to massacre the wealthy merchants in Chang'an City on a large scale because they could not be effectively restrained.

Almost no one was spared.

Xie Tong looked at the crowds running in the city, the flickering flames, and the men and women falling in a pool of blood, and listened to the desperate screams of each living person. He, an old man who had experienced fifty years of hardships, couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

Ran burst into tears. He knew that if he hadn't joined Zhu Wen's disciples by chance, he would probably have been unable to escape the catastrophe in Chang'an and died in the rebel army.

He was grateful to Zhu Wen from the bottom of his heart, but he did not have the slightest fondness for Huang Chao's rebels. As an old man who read poetry and books, he knew very well that just because of the behavior of Huang Chao's army, he could not

Becoming a new generation of emperors and unifying the world. Even if he reluctantly proclaimed himself emperor, it would be nothing more than a farce, a fleeting ripple in the vast history, leaving only hatred and contempt to the world.

He couldn't bear to watch anymore, and rushed to Zhu Wen's residence in Yongningfang under the escort of dozens of soldiers. Zhu Wen's residence had been strictly protected by Zhu Wen's trusted soldiers and had not been affected in any way.

As soon as Xie Tong entered the courtyard, the guard immediately closed the door, shutting out the sounds of fighting and screaming in the street. Suddenly, a burst of crying came from the backyard, as if it came from Zhu Youning's residence.

Nearby, Xie Tong was startled and hurriedly asked the soldier guarding the door, "What's wrong? Has anyone entered the backyard?"

The soldier said: "No, Mr. Xie, it's the girl Wei Feng who was rescued by General Zhu a few days ago who is crying, saying that she wants to go out to find her brother, saying that she is afraid that her brother will be killed in the city for no apparent reason. Wu

Mom pulled her and said nothing to let her go out, and Wu Ma also ordered us to guard the courtyard door and never let her out, so Miss Wei Feng cried alone in the back."

Xie Tong nodded and said: "I understand. You must keep an eye on the courtyard gate. Don't let any rebels break in, and don't let people in the house go to the street. If something happens, we can't tell Zhu

General, tell me."

The soldier guarding the door agreed and said, "Sir, we don't need to give you any instructions. My brothers and I have been with General Zhu for many years. Of course we can take care of this kind of thing."

Xie Tong then walked to the backyard, and soon he arrived. From a distance, he saw Wei Feng crying and making trouble to go out, but Wu Ma and Zhu Youlun's nanny Wang were holding him tightly to prevent him from letting him go.

Going out. When Wu Ma saw Xie Tong coming, she hurriedly said: "Mr.

manage?"

Xie Tong said: "Miss Wei Feng, what is your brother's name? How old is he? How does he look? Tell me, and I will send someone out to help you see if you can find your brother. What do you think? You are a young woman,

I’m not familiar with the roads in Chang’an. What if something happens if I go out alone? Before leaving, General Zhu asked Mother Wu to take good care of you. If something happens to you, how do you ask Mother Wu to report to you?

General Zhu explains?"

In fact, Wei Feng didn't know these truths in her heart. With so much chaos outside, how could she, a girl, find her brother Wei Zhuang? But the key point was that she really couldn't let go. Although Wei Zhuang was her half-brother, she couldn't find her brother because of the chaos.

Wei Zhuang was already in his twenties when Wei Feng was born, and his father was already quite old, so Wei Feng could be said to have been brought up by Wei Zhuang since he was a child. The brother and sister have a very good relationship. It can be said that although they are brother and sister, they are

Loving each other as father and daughter.

Therefore, after Wei Feng learned about the news of the murder in the city, the first thing he thought of was his brother Wei Zhuang who was still in the city. Then he cried and made a fuss about going to Chang'an City to find his brother. Now after listening to Xie Tong's words, he looked at Xie Tong.

, knowing that it was useless to cry, he could only nod and said: "Then I'll thank Mr. Xie first."

Then she told Wei Zhuang's appearance and age, and said: "Please Mr. Xie, please send someone out to find my eldest brother as soon as possible. Wei Feng is very grateful."

Xie Tong thought to herself, Chang'an City is in such chaos now. Looking for someone in the city is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Where can you find it? But looking at Wei Feng's appearance, he can't say that it makes her sad. He can only say

: "Wei Xiucai is a lucky man, and everything will be fine. I will send someone to the street to take a look. Miss Wei, please don't worry."

Where is Wei Zhuang at this time? I am afraid no one will believe it if I tell you. Wei Zhuang is now in Pingkangfang, west of the East City. Pingkangfang and Chongrenfang, which is across the street to the north, are close to the East City, and the terrain is prosperous.

It is usually the most famous gold-selling cave in Chang'an City and the hometown of gentleness. Especially Pingkangfang, which was called "Fengliu Ze" at the time, which was the first red light district in Chinese history and the largest in Chinese history.

Prostitute distribution center.

Since Pingkangfang is close to the imperial city and is close to administrative agencies such as Shangshu Province and Zhongshu Province, candidates and candidates from all over the country, as well as officials from other places stationed in Beijing, etc. gather nearby in Pingkangfang and Chongrenfang.

There is only Chunming Avenue between the two houses. This indirectly contributed to the prosperity of the brothel industry in Pingkangfang. Most of the officials or officials who came to Beijing from various places were wealthy and powerful children, and they often liked to hang out in brothels.

Between the wine shops.

In addition, the social atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty was open, and the literati and court officials often indulged in drinking and having sex with prostitutes. They were not taboo about it, and the court did not explicitly prohibit it. Moreover, many brothels in Pingkangfang were opened by the court, which can be said to belong to the

"Official prostitutes" serve the nobles of the palace and important officials of the court all year round.

On weekdays, Pingkangfang is full of music and music every day, and is bustling with people day and night. At night, the lights are on all night long. The women in the major brothels are all stunning women who have been carefully trained since childhood. Most of them are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

, it can be said that they are both talented and beautiful. They are also mostly considerate, so that many famous literati and high-ranking officials have confidants here, and some even openly take famous prostitutes from brothels home as wives and concubines.

It is also common.

The day before yesterday, Wei Zhuang ran through many streets in search of his lost girl, but he never found her. Feeling miserable, he went to a restaurant to get drunk to anesthetize his painful body and mind. He didn't want to be caught by the wind when he walked to Chunming Street.

As soon as he blew it, he was so drunk that he fell drunk on the street. He happened to be drunk in front of a brothel called Yichunyuan.

It happened that the window upstairs in Yichun Yuan was open. Two women looked down from the window and happened to see Wei Zhuang lying on the street. One of the women exclaimed: "Sister Dujuan, look, isn't that what happened outside the city a few days ago?"

Is it the Wei Xiucai I saw when I was appreciating plum blossoms? Why was he drunk on the street?"

The brothel girl named Du Juan took a closer look and couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaimed: "It's really him! Qiu Chan, please accompany me down quickly and help this Wei Xiucai upstairs, quickly!"

The woman named Qiu Chan smiled and said: "Sister Du Juan, there are so many handsome young men in Chang'an vying to see my sister, but I haven't seen you look at any of them. How come you are so obsessed with this middle-aged man?"

He always kept his words on his lips, "A branch of spring snow freezes plum blossoms, and the whole body is covered with fragrant mist and morning glow." Now that he is so drunk, my sister even wants to bring him upstairs. Is my sister excited?

"

The woman named Du Juan said anxiously: "How long has it been and you are still in the mood to joke? Follow me downstairs quickly!" After saying that, she rushed downstairs first. The woman named Qiu Chan shook her head and had no choice but to follow.

, and kept mumbling something.

The two of them hurried downstairs and headed straight to the street. At this time, there were many guests in Yichun Courtyard. Seeing the top prostitute of Yichun Courtyard, Du Juan, hurried downstairs, they all stopped what they were doing, wanting to take a look at this.

What is the famous prostitute in Chang'an City going to do?

Du Juan rushed to Wei Zhuang's side, ignoring the smell of alcohol all over his body, and went to pull Wei Zhuang who was lying drunk on the ground. But how could a weak woman like him pull a drunk man? Qiu Chan looked at it

He couldn't go through, so he had to cover his nose and come over to help. Then the two men encouraged Wei Zhuang to enter Yichun Courtyard.

When all the guests in the hospital saw this scene, they all felt a little incredible. In their eyes, this Cuckoo girl was like a goddess. There were countless celebrities in Chang'an City who wanted to kiss her, but they couldn't get her. Today they saw her supporting a girl.

How can a drunken man go upstairs without feeling resentful in his heart?

Du Juan ignored everyone's doubtful glances, and she and Qiu Chan helped Wei Zhuang go upstairs, leaving a sigh of relief downstairs.

Du Juan didn't mind the nauseating smell of alcohol on Wei Zhuang's body, so she put him on her embroidered bed and asked Qiu Chan to bring him sobering tea. She personally supported Wei Zhuang's body and fed him tea.

Qiu Chan was stunned for a moment. Is this still Du Juan, the first prostitute in Chang'an who doesn't pay attention to any man? She is obviously a well-behaved little daughter-in-law! Qiu Chan muttered mentally.

After Wei Zhuang drank the sobering tea, he fell asleep and kept calling his sister Wei Feng's name.

Qiu Chan curled her lips and said: "Sister Dujuan, you are so good to him, but he is calling another woman's name. He has never taken you to heart at all."

Du Juan smiled sadly and said: "A brothel girl like me has never thought of getting the wrong love from a talented man like Wei Xiucai. I only admire Wei Xiucai's poems and that's why I look at him differently. I have no other meaning."

."

Qiu Chan said disapprovingly: "I don't think your feelings for him are unusual. The more I look at you, the more you look like a virtuous wife serving her husband."

Du Juan raised her slender hand, as if she was going to hit her. The frightened Qiu Chan quickly ran away with a giggle. Qiu Chan laughed and said, "I'm just kidding you. Why should I take it so seriously? Such a talented man, that

The woman is not moved after seeing it?"

Wei Zhuang was a representative figure of the "Huajian School" poets in the late Tang Dynasty. His poems were graceful and elegant, and mostly described the love affairs between children. He was most popular among the brothel girls. Therefore, even the first courtesan in Chang'an could not

To avoid custom, a few days ago, cuckoos and cicadas were admiring plum blossoms by the river. Wei Zhuang happened to pass by and recited a few lines: "A branch of spring snow-frozen plum blossoms, full of fragrant mist and morning glow." I don't know whether he was praising the plum blossoms or the morning glow.

Praise those who appreciate flowers.

Du Juan admired Wei Zhuang's literary talent, so she inquired about it and found out that he was Wei Zhuang, the great-grandson of the great poet Wei Yingwu, who was also a famous "Huajian School" poet. From then on, Wei Zhuang seemed to be rooted in her heart.
Chapter completed!