The grand stage of Paradise began to take shape rapidly under the stimulation of money...
A huge building that has never been seen before stands proudly under the pile of massive wood, bricks and tarpaulins.
Song Wen started a crazy working mode again, instructing the craftsmen bit by bit on decoration and layout. Several furniture workshops began to build various tables, chairs and utensils according to the drawings provided by Song Wen. The names of the workshops were stamped on the furniture... Wu
Furniture shop!
Next to it is the advertising slogan that Song Wen helped come up with... A place for gods to live in, ingenious workmanship! Wu's furniture has been passed down for hundreds of years!
But what Song Wen worries about the most is the arrangement and training of the entire program.
Dozens of girls from Wazi Street come to a warehouse on Wazi Street to rehearse the show every other day. Song Wen personally provides full one-to-one guidance with these girls...Wang Zhiwei's eyes almost burst into tears.
Fire is coming!
Chun Niang was appointed as the general manager by Song Wen, and Xiao Fuzi was the deputy general manager... plus a few ruthless old ladies, all the women were controlled to be obedient.
Carefully selected jugglers must adapt to different performance scenes and the tense, relaxed and ever-changing background music! In addition to the silk and bamboo orchestra of Jiaofangsi, there are also the Hujia, Huqin and sheepskin drums of the Western Region Hu people...
The song and dance choreography was agreed upon by Chun Niang and Song Wen, and the remaining language programs were reviewed and directed by Song Wen and Wang Zhiwei... Song Wen found two large teapots with exquisite faces to be responsible for the most critical connection and lively atmosphere.
Song Wen himself is responsible for the choreography and review of the eight most critical dramas...
The four major brothels were a bit baffled. When the spies went back to explain these messy programs, the four housekeepers were all confused... How could the storyteller and the ancients get mixed up with the Orchid Dancer? The one with broken chests cooperated with Sizhu.
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Regardless, this year's Bianliang Oiran election is already in full swing. Each brothel has recommended beauties with both talent and beauty to compete for the position at the head of the Bianliang Oiran... Let's use the Oiran to suppress Wazi Street first.
Song Wen stood in the box with his hands behind his back, looking down at the huge stage and the various decorations that were gradually taking shape... He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. In this era... it was a pity that there were no lighting effects.
If there were light and shadow effects, Song Wen would dare to open the party at night! In that case, Song Wen would be sure to make the audience go completely crazy...
One after another, beautifully printed brochures began to quietly circulate among the towns and cities of Bianliang.
Mid-Autumn Festival, the day of bliss!
All the idle and idle dandies, as well as the powerful officials with adequate kidney function, all became curious... What else is Song Wen going to do in Wazi Street?
The mat shed could no longer cover the huge building. Looking from a distance, a building like a huge palace actually stood up in a circular shape.
Gradually, more and more tourists came to Wazi Street. Everyone would lie down outside the mat tent and look inside carefully... Then they left with their jaws dropped and a lot of emotions, and then secretly inquired about the tickets and tickets to enter this grand stage of Paradise.
Entry qualifications.
Bianliang Mo Garden... is only half a mile away from the Genyue Royal Garden to the west. The garden is small but quiet and elegant. There are patches of chrysanthemums of various colors planted in it. In early autumn, it looks like a sea of flowers, with pines and cypresses.
The white walls and black tiles made the literati very lingering.
Tomorrow, one of the four brothels will be selected as this year's oiran. The lady who finally wins the first prize will probably have more than ten times the amount of money in her hair and tea bag in the next year!
What does the upper class play? Is it identity, status... Isn't sleeping with an courtesan the most honorable thing?
Even those poor people with some ink in their stomachs are looking forward to it!
In the literary and art world, romantic figures and brothels never separate! The courtesans are sometimes willing to use these poor people to decorate their appearance and show that they are not so greedy for money... Of course the poor people are thinking of free prostitution! Maybe they can also get help from the courtesans.
Leave a few coins in it...and leave a few saucy poems that sadden the spring and autumn to gain some fame.
This is a tacit game, just like Liu Yong and Liu Sanbian who were among the flowers back then... He was the world's number one poor man who pushed this game to the extreme!
After failing in the imperial examination, he wrote lyrics and composed music for brothel ladies, and became a big name in the market! Wherever he went, brothel ladies threw themselves into his arms, thinking they were romantic...
But Song Wen doesn't believe that a poor old guy with old eyes, a dim head, and a blind eye can have many brothel ladies really like him no matter how talented he is? Does the old eggplant taste good? Even if the old eggplant tastes good, what's the point of being old and wilted?
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It's just that everyone gets what they need, Liu Sanbian wants to have sex for free, eat and drink for free, and the brothel lady wants to have a high reputation as she admires talented people.
Wang Zhiwei was regarded as a son of a powerful gentry, so he somehow managed to get two invitations from Mo Yuan, and brought Song Wen and Shi Ran to watch the fun two days before the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Every day in the past few days, a lady recommended by the four major brothels performed in Moyuan to show off her talents. Each of them tried their best to show off what they were best at, playing the flute and piano, painting, reciting poems and composing... Basically
She also knows how to dance elegantly, and her flowing sleeves make me feel pity for her, and she is so sick and sad...
The person who climbed up to the pavilion in the water today was the White Lady from Jinyu Tower. She was dressed in plain clothes with willow leaves on her shoulders, and her beautiful eyebrows danced gracefully. Her thin golden lotus and white wrists like hemp poles were very popular among the literati!
Song Wen took a sip of grape wine and shook his head indifferently... He really couldn't appreciate this style.
Wang Zhiwei had a broad taste and accepted all comers. He pinched his chin and watched mesmerizedly... "Brother Wen, I have seen how pitiful a beauty is, how many people hurt her? What is your expression... Could it be that this white lady
The beauty of the sky and the beauty of the country are still beyond your eyes?"
Song Wen shrugged: "Everyone has different tastes. I just don't like performances that are too pretentious..."
The two people were sitting in a relatively remote corner, with not many people around. Almost all the rich and powerful people were sitting under the trees not far from the pavilion. There were fine wines, delicacies, snacks and side dishes on the table, and they were surrounded by some famous people.
Scholars and literati, while trying to figure out the thoughts of the powerful, flattered horses, recited poems and composed poems.
Wang Zhiwei wanted to ridicule Song Wen for being a country idiot who didn't understand the style. Song Wen picked up a glass of wine and said disdainfully: "In this world, women can only rely on men, so the so-called beauties cater to men's different tastes."
Come... During the Han and Tang dynasties, our Central Plains dynasty looked at all directions and was powerful in the world, and men were martial and bold. Therefore, women's makeup was hot and unrestrained. It was completely different from now."
Wang Zhiwei frowned: "Nowadays, sickly and graceful women are very popular. What do you mean by this...doesn't my Song Dynasty men not have the legacy of the Han and Tang Dynasties?"
Song Wen raised his head and drank a glass of grape wine, squinted at Wang Zhiwei and asked: "Is there any? The Tang Dynasty lay down on firewood and tasted courage and destroyed the Turkic royal court in one battle. Jieli Khan was captured alive and danced in front of Emperor Taizong... Eastern Expedition
Goryeo covers the vast desert, and the Protectorate of the Western Regions with only 10,000 Tang soldiers can scare hundreds of small countries into trembling with fear! What now? As for Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, who can go where the enemy can go, I can go as well... Just one of his champions is enough to make his mark throughout the ages.
Got it!"
Wang Zhiwei sighed and shook his head... "This dynasty's martial arts... is indeed... alas."
A cold snort suddenly came from behind a nearby tree!
"You are so young and talkative without shame, always boasting about the glory of the Han and Tang Dynasties... Don't you know that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was so aggressive that he made the people of the Han Dynasty miserable and laid hidden dangers for the world's chaos? Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty only respected the principles and laws, so much so that even in the palace of the second emperor,
It was so chaotic that evildoers ran rampant, and finally almost ruined the Li Tang Dynasty! The consequence of emphasizing martial arts and neglecting literature was that the warriors finally completely disrupted the country and the country, so that the Jiedushi had to cede land to support themselves and the people had no way to live... If our court had not been gentle, respectful, frugal and the literary style was at its peak and suppressed the warriors,