Every brothel lady has a knife hanging on her head...
After more than 20 years old, if the prostitute has not met a rich man who likes her to help her redeem her body, and she has not saved enough private money to redeem her body, her end will become extremely cruel and miserable...
Brothels are actually the highest-end brothels, with even lower prostitutes and private houses below them. Once the prostitutes are old and their youth is drained by the brothels, except for the proprietor who is kind enough to leave a few smart servants and nannies, the rest
They will be sold at a low price to places where these common people hang out.
Once a prostitute is sold here, she will no longer have the chance to meet wealthy high-rollers, officials and nobles...and will no longer have the chance to be a human being! Those prostitutes who are as hungry and thirsty as wolves, smelly and dirty, throw in some copper coins
You can torment your sister for one night... The huge gap and torture will make the women in those brothels grow old quickly, and then die from illness...
Chun Niang looked at the black lace dress on the table calmly, and then smiled bitterly... "Bad boy, my sister will be nineteen next month... It's so fast! She was combed by her first customer at the age of sixteen.
...Zixuanlou sold me for one hundred taels of broken melon red money! One hundred taels... In a few years, if I still don't have enough money to save four hundred taels of redemption money, depending on my temper... I'm afraid the eldest lady will
They will sell me to a prostitute in the outer city to suffer! But I would rather die than go there!"
Song Wen suddenly felt a slight pain in his heart and said: "Don't worry! I will help you..."
Chun Niang rolled her eyes at Song Wen: "You are just a little turtle man with some evil ideas... How can you have so much money? Don't think I don't know that you and that skinny green slave are flirting with each other... If you have money, you should keep it for her.
Redeem your life! However, the beauty of that girl is so amazing that Zixuanlou is afraid that she will be raised as a courtesan in the future! It may cost hundreds or even thousands of taels to hire a teacher for her to learn piano, calligraphy and painting.
Money...even if she is not taken away by a dignitary in the future, I am afraid she will have to ask for thousands of taels of ransom money! You...sigh..."
What he said made Song Wen feel a little worried, but his worries were quickly driven away by Song Wen...
Since I plan to live happily in this brothel, is it so difficult to spend just a few dollars? What I am worried about is actually buying the green slave's contract before he is groomed by the customer!
In that case, the Green Slave will not live with her head down as a good prostitute... If the Green Slave is ruined, even if she does not dislike her, she will definitely not be happy!
Among those courtesans of today and later generations... Li Shishi, Chen Yuanyuan, and the made-up Du Shiniang, how could any of them have a good ending?
Song Wen's body is fifteen years old this year, and the Green Slave is twelve years old... It will take at least four or five years for a skinny girl who has been trained since childhood to become successful in academics!
The Green Slave has been studying the art for more than a year, which means there are at least three years left! Within three years, he will at least dominate Zixuan Tower or accumulate tens of thousands of wealth...
Damn it... Looking at it this way, the task is indeed quite difficult!
A man and a woman, one big and one small, each looked cruelly at the black silk dance clothes and short skirts on the table... Let's start fighting from tonight!
Some gossips were quietly spread by a few little turtles arranged by Song Wen, and the old madam didn't pay much attention... Chun Niang was actually a pretty girl, but her fierce temper was a bit unpleasant, so there were always very few customers.
.
This time, she and that boy Song Wen will have to deal with it. If it doesn't work, they will kill her temper and let the little turtle who is a little too carried away learn a lesson... After wasting so much money, he will definitely be beaten.
It is necessary.
At night, the red lanterns in Zixuan Tower were hung high again... The old madam drank tea and glanced at the closed door of Chun Niang's big room on the second floor, but there was no movement at all.
A sporadic number of customers began to come to the door. They were having tea or drinking flower wine one by one. A few impatient customers started urging... "Isn't there something to watch about the Orchid Dance of the Tang Dynasty? Where can I see it? Isn't it?
Liar?"
When the old madam heard this, she became very angry. Why did this bastard Song Wen spread the word to everyone so early? What if that shrewd Chun Niang messed up... wouldn't Zixuan Tower become a joke?
Just when I was about to go upstairs to see what was going on, there were already singers singing and playing the piano on the small stage in the middle of the brothel lobby. The babbling, ding, ding, ding, dong, dong had some charm... The old madam suddenly remembered that every two days
Zixuan Tower will have such a simple song and dance performance to attract customers. It seems that Song Wen also wants to seize this opportunity to try the Lao Shizi Hu Ji hot dance?
The old bustard was still worried, so he sent a big teapot up to see if Chun Niang was ready...
The big teapot nodded and ran to the second floor, where the old bustard picked up the tea and started drinking again.
Suddenly, the big teapot slipped out with a strange expression, stumbling a bit as he walked... He walked up to the old bustard as if his soul was flying away, but he was still a little dazed...
The old madam put the tea cup heavily on the table and cursed: "What are you thinking about? It feels like you have lost your soul..."
The big teapot trembled, and hurriedly bowed and replied: "It's incredible, that Chun Niang and Brother Wen made a set of clothes that are so scary... It makes me tremble all over!"
The old bustard asked doubtfully: "You exposed your flesh? Damn you bastard. Being reserved and reserved when you refuse is the tone that noble people like... Pretending to be dissolute will ruin your brand and lose your reputation! This is a brothel, not the ones in the outer city.
This filthy whorehouse... No, I have to go and take a look! This damn little turtle shouldn't be allowed to mess around so hard!"
Before he finished speaking, several little turtles extinguished most of the candles and lanterns in the lobby...and the door of Chun Niang's room on the second floor suddenly opened, and the whole dark and ambiguous space was brightly lit.
, but there is a white screen at the door!
I don't know when two people came up on the stage. An old Hu man who was sixty or seventy years old was sitting on the brocade with his eyes closed holding a long huqin. On the ground sat the little turtle Gong Song Wen...
It held a leather drum with a string of bells!
Dong dong…dong dong…dong dong dong…dong dong…
Song Wen actually knew how to play this kind of leather drum in his previous life. After all, this leather drum was the only musical instrument that this loser otaku learned... When Song Wen was young in his previous life, he and several roommates wanted to learn guitar to pick up girls, but in the end he only learned this.
thing!
A few losers learned guitar, made wooden hairpins, and wrote love poems... but a few years later they collectively discovered painfully that in the eyes of the vast majority of girls, these things were simply incompetent losers who wanted to eat swans.
A botched show of meat!
You have no money and no good looks... Even if you can perform the act of ascending to the sky and spitting fireballs, you are still just a loser! It's useless...
How could the silk, bamboo, cloud board, pipa, and Yangqin of the Song Dynasty have such a drum melody? In an instant, dozens of guests and prostitutes and servants were all attracted to their attention. Everyone was silent and seemed to be expecting something...
A graceful figure of a woman suddenly appeared on the screen. It looked like... She was very, very indecent in her thin clothes! But with the beating of the drum, the figure of the woman began to dance... The movements were simple and seductive, showing off all the charm.
The ultimate style of women!
"This is the Orchid Dance? Why don't you come out and dance..."
"That's it, that's it...so, why is dancing like this just a shadow? Come out, Chun Niang... come out quickly..."
The old madam looked at the guests wearing scholar's clothes with some guilt, and found that although these people were mocking something... their eyes were also full of curiosity and expectation! Just like seeing Xiang's dog...
The old madam breathed a sigh of relief and worked hard for three days... It seems that Song Wen and Chun Niang have learned how to tease the guests' minds, as long as they don't cause trouble! The effect is really good.
There was a crash, and the screen at Chun Niang's door was suddenly opened. Under the light, a woman wearing an exotic hair ornament and a scarf, with heavy makeup but a veil covering her face, jumped out quickly... On her body, on her body...
The old madam's mouth was so dry that she almost cursed, God... this saves more fabric than the bellyband of a small clothes! This, this is too indecent... How could the distinguished guests like such a rough and indecent thing?
Clothing? Oh, I went there...it's over this time...
All I saw was a short coat, revealing shoulders at the top and a slim waist at the bottom. A pair of loose wide-legged trousers hung from a belt decorated with silver bells. A pair of bare feet danced to the rhythm of drums and walked out.
stairs……
The old madam remembered that this Chun Niang had also studied singing and dancing for three years... But why didn't she think that this plump girl who dissatisfied her tutor... actually had such ability?
The sound of the Western Huqin suddenly sounded high-pitched! The old musician shook his head and started playing the music crazily. Song Wen, who was also shaking his head, the leather drum in his hand also accelerated the rhythm instantly, and a Western music that is almost extinct in the Central Plains area was played in Zixuan Tower.
Joyful ringing...
All the guests left the delicate girl in their arms, leaned on the railings, stood under the small platform, crowded at the door and stared at the Orchid Dance, which has been extinct in the Central Plains for hundreds of years... This is the night singing of the Tang Dynasty.
The gorgeous lyrics are also Chinese songs and dances that embrace all rivers!
Waving hands, shaking shoulders! Turning around and looking back... kicking, bending, spinning! There are not many movements, not graceful enough... but they burn the raw blood of dozens of men like a raging fire!
The music suddenly stopped, and Chun Niang immediately jumped off the stage and ran quickly to her room on the second floor! Finally, in front of the screen, she tore off her veil to reveal her flaming red lips and beautiful Emei eyes... Then there was a soft knock on the door.