The old madam looked suspiciously at Song Wen, who was standing in front of him with a calm face, and wondered: "You mean that the old beggar under the Wan'an Bridge taught you all the ideas you came up with?"
Song Wen replied: "For more than three years, I have taken the time to study with that beggar master every day... That unknown master was originally from a wealthy noble family, and he has been pampered and enjoyed all the luxury since he was a child! To the best brothel in the world
I know everything about the girls and the banquet dishes..."
"He was born into a wealthy family but fell into a state of poverty? How come he didn't starve to death?"
"He seems to be very good at martial arts..."
The old madam shook his head: "He fell in love with you just because of a sesame seed cake? And then he handed over all his knowledge to you? Is he blind...he turned into a beggar and accepted a turtle man?"
Song Wen cursed a few words in his mind, and finally replied with a smile: "Master has given up his name in the world, and only wallows in the world of mortals, laughing at the myriad ugliness of all sentient beings, and traveled around the world three months ago...
…”
The old bustard nodded: "Just treat him as dead when he leaves! Since I didn't leave you any gold or silver, then try all these ideas and knowledge... If it works, I will reward you well! But
Except for new dishes and the like...the building will not pay for anything else, do you understand?"
Song Wen was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he could only smile and say: "But this silk satin also has some silver bells and beads... Where can I afford it? Chun Niang's business is not very good, I am afraid she doesn't have much money...
…”
The old madam frowned and hummed: "How much silver does silk and satin cost? The small beads, small silver bells and other things you mentioned are readily available in the building. Silk and satin... are really expensive! What color do you want?"
"
"black!"
The old madam looked at Song Wen dumbfounded: "Black? Do you make shrouds for the dead? Are you crazy? Which brothel girl can wear black skirts to attract customers? How unlucky it is!!!...
You little bastard, are you here to amuse me?"
Song Wen resisted the urge to curse, and said to this black-hearted old bustard: "Firstly, because black silk is cheap, and secondly, my unknown master did paint me the color and style of this dance dress...
It is indeed black! However, the various charms and ultimate temptation... are the worldly charms that Master misses the most!"
"Is it as powerful as you say?" The old bustard stared at Song Wen suspiciously, and finally made up his mind: "Then let's take a gamble! The last time there was a funeral, there was still... that, embroidered lace and...
I will ask Mother Ma to send you a box of beads and bells in a moment. You are not allowed to hide them privately...otherwise, you will know my methods!"
"Don't worry, Madam, the younger one will never disappoint Madam..."
The girls in the building got up one after another near noon. After briefly freshening up, they started looking for their besties to have dinner together, brag and gossip...
Bitao and Chunniang squeezed their heads together and stared at the pieces of paper that Song Wen brought on the table...
"Little brat, where did you get all these cryptic things? This...is this what the missing old beggar taught you? He is indeed not a good person. He deserves to lose his fortune and become a beggar!"
Bi Tao also blushed with embarrassment and took a sip... Which of these dresses can be worn to show others? It's so embarrassing...
Song Wen stood on the ground with his hands folded and kept rolling his eyes... In his mind, you two have fallen into prostitution and become prostitutes! Why are you pretending to be women of the Liang family? What tricks have you never done before? What sizes have you never seen!
Feeling numb in his heart, Song Wen still said obediently: "Two sisters, this is the orchid costume of the Tang Dynasty that has been lost for a long time... an upright geisha style! What is it? The two sisters have such beautiful faces and plump figures,
How about giving it a try?"
Chun Niang shook her head: "I'm not a prostitute. Sister Bitao's craftsmanship is pretty good, but...it doesn't cost much money to find a tailor, so why not leave it to..."
Song Wen shook his head: "That's not possible! This is the Hu Ji dance costume that has been lost for a long time. Nowadays, there are very few Hu people in the Song Dynasty, so this kind of clothes has been lost long ago! Besides, this is a way for the two sisters to make a comeback.
This is a rare opportunity, if someone secretly learns it and gets there first... wouldn’t this effort be wasted?”
Bi Tao nodded: "That's the truth, but... I won't wear it. The officials of the Zhao family will definitely not like me wearing this to show to others..."
Chun Niang rolled her eyes: "I only know that I miss those buttons and Sou Sou stuff. If you don't want to wear it, I'll wear it... Just make it for me!"
After a while, the old madam, the old dog-legged nun, carefully brought a small box. When she opened it, Song Wen was greatly disappointed... a few small beads, some glazed glass beads, and a few strings of small silver bells.
Chun Niang was sitting next to her, eating melon seeds, watching Bi Tao and Song Wen get together with a large piece of black satin and gesticulating about sewing and mending...
I was busy until the lanterns came on, and Chun Niang had already gone back to her room and slept for two nights before she dressed up formally and ran to the next door.
Seeing that Song Wen, a little turtle man, looked dissatisfied with his moral character, Bi Tao was so embarrassed that she couldn't even raise her head. There were a few thin clothes on a tray on the table.
Chun Niang picked it up and looked at it carelessly, and immediately shouted... "Suffering little turtle, this is too small! This... this is smaller than the bellyband! These pants... the pants are not bad, but these are
What is this?"
Chun Niang picked up a strange thing with two small silk pockets and asked Bitao.
Bi Tao spat and simply hid in the room and couldn't come out...
Song Wen smiled strangely and said: "This...this is a kind of women's underwear created by my unknown master. When worn and tied, it can make a woman stand out, raise her chest and look graceful..."
"Bullshit! How can you be graceful with so little clothing material?"
While scolding, Chun Niang took this strange thing and compared it with her body... Suddenly, Chun Niang made a few gestures on a certain position on her body without any instructions, and looked up... Song Wen had been exposed
A ghostly smile of satisfaction and encouragement!
"Sure enough, both of you, master and disciple, are scoundrels! You can imagine this... this kind of thing!"
With a swish, the world's first bra was thrown on the head of the inventor Song Wen, with two cloth pockets hanging by the ears... just like a pilot!
Song Wen simply sat at the table and took a sip of herbal tea to calm down the hot blood, and said: "I made an agreement with the eldest lady. You don't have to receive guests for these two days, so you can practice the Hu Xuan dance of the Tang Dynasty in this dress.
...It will be officially unveiled the night after tomorrow!”
Chun Niang shook her head: "Where is the Hu Xuan Dance now? No one knows how to dance it. Nowadays they are dancing Colorful Lotus Song, Hu Sanlu, Twelve Word Pai Hua Ping Xiu and so on..."
Song Wen smiled indifferently: "Isn't that right? No one knows how to find fault... Besides, we are not going to the palace to perform, just a few moves, makeup and tunes to match... let them see the blood boiling.
It’s enough that you’re crazy!”
"Then, there is no one who can play Western musical instruments!"
Someone suddenly answered at the door and said, "Yes! The masters who teach Huqin at Daxiangguo Temple have a shop there that sells items such as Western Hujia, five-stringed pipa, and single-stringed lute... and that kind of thing
The tambourine is very exciting to play!"
When Song Wen turned around, Zhao Shenyan was looking at these epoch-making black dance costumes on the table with gleaming eyes!
Bi Tao was so clever and handy that she sewed flowers and lace removed elsewhere on these poor pieces of fabric. At first glance, Song Wen felt that there was still a bit of lace charm... With the addition of some beads and silver bells, it looked like
Makes you feel curious!
As soon as Bitao came out, she saw Zhao Shenyan looking at those pieces of clothing with bright eyes, and immediately moaned: "Mr. Lang... what are you looking at those pickled things? It's so embarrassing, if it weren't for Chun Niang pestering her.
Nujia, Nujia makes me blush just by looking at it..."
However, Zhao Shenyan walked over to the table and admired Qizai and looked at it carefully... "This, this is a treasure! Good stuff... If this is it, Tao'er... otherwise, why don't you put it on first so that I can open my eyes?"
Bitao was about to refuse when she suddenly glanced at the carefree Chun Niang next to her... and Zhao Shenyan's shining eyes, and immediately changed her words... "It's just dark now, otherwise... we can wait until night
Try it?"
Song Wen nodded quickly, and Chun Niang next to her also raised her hands in agreement!
With a bang, Bitao drove Song Wen and Chun Niang out of the room, and then locked the door...