Li Qing touched his nose and said to himself: "I didn't instigate the Eighth Prince to come to the brothel. Even if Lao Zhu really knew about it, I can't be blamed.
Besides, his son provided the money voluntarily, I just made the money his son spent more meaningful."
With this in mind, he no longer had any scruples and "led the way from the front."
As soon as I arrived on the second floor, I saw more than 20 women pouring out of the downstairs. They were all pretty and well-dressed, and their class was much higher than those outside.
I think these are the top ones... Li Qing walked and looked at it, followed by a new round of bids, with a base price of 5 taels, and each increase should not be less than 1 tael.
Compared with the oiran who often spends hundreds or even hundreds of taels, it is indeed a bit shabby, but there are more wolves and less meat, so after a round of bidding, there are still more than twenty taels.
Li Qing was stunned. He didn't know what the Ming Dynasty treasure banknotes would be like in the future, but for now, the purchasing power was not low.
A regular banknote can buy ten pounds of mutton, fifteen pounds of pork, three chickens, and two jars of wine. The money these top earners earn in one night will be more than ten thousand dollars in future generations.
In addition, there is revenue from the front hall, front yard and daytime. How much does Zuixianlou earn per day?
They say that brothels are gold-selling caves, and he finally saw it today.
"Sir, Miss Wanling is inside."
"Ah...oh." Li Qing came to his senses and asked, "Madam, how many oirans are there in your Zuixian Tower?"
"Twelve."
"So many?" Li Qing was surprised, and he was even more shocked by Zuixian Tower's ability to attract money.
The Madam smiled complacently, suddenly remembered something, and asked tentatively: "Young master, do you think Miss Wanling is an oiran?"
Li Qing was stunned and asked: "Isn't it?"
"Oh, of course not!" the madam said anxiously, "Wan Ling is a servant. She is only responsible for drinking, chatting, playing the piano, and dancing. She doesn't have to do anything."
Li Qing was dumbfounded. After spending five hundred taels, he could only look at it but not eat it. Isn't it too dark?
Although it wasn't the money he spent, he still felt distressed. This was really an injustice to his grandma's house.
Seeing that he was silent, the Madam hurriedly explained: "Don't worry, young master, you have spent a lot of money, so I won't let you just eat vegetarian food. In addition to Miss Wanling, there are two oirans in the room to serve you to ensure your satisfaction."
After a pause, he added: "Oiran does not receive guests alone. You can only enjoy it if you become the guest of the court servant."
Li Qing suddenly realized that Daqing was a bundled sale.
Just as he was about to step into the side room, a young servant suddenly came in a hurry, approached the Madam, and said in a very low voice, "Madam, that boy Wang Hai is here again, and he wants to sleep with Xiuxiang.
"
When the Madam heard this, she became angry and cursed, "You're just kicking your nose in the face. Does that bastard really think that he can do whatever he wants by climbing onto the golden branch just because of his unreachable connections?"
How much energy and money does it take to train a shepherd?
I just gave him a thousand taels to buy a real estate, and now I want to cut off the restaurant's financial resources and find someone to kick him out.
That man is busy with big things in Bashu, but even if he knew about it, he would never blame him."
Both of them spoke in extremely low voices, but Li Qing still heard them clearly.
The Madam was so angry that she suddenly realized that Li Qing was still in front of her. She hurriedly smiled and said, "Young Master, please come in. There are many people in the restaurant and there are many things to do, so I'll excuse you."
"Well, you're busy."
Li Qing nodded and stepped into the side room.
The room is antique, with large ice cubes placed in the iron box, watermelon and sour plum soup are simmered on it, green smoke from the incense burner curls up, and the air is cool and fragrant.
It's only one step away from the door, but it's a world of difference.
Four side dishes and two bottles of sake were placed on the mahogany table. Li Qing suddenly felt that the money was not wasted, at least the service was quite good.
"Young Master is here?" A woman in the gauze tent said with a sweet voice, "Young Master, please wait a moment, my servants will be there soon."
Li Qing glanced at the three hazy figures, smiled lightly and said, "Don't be in a hurry, take your time."
If you have a good meal, don't be afraid of being late. It's just getting dark, so don't worry about the long night.
Li Qing walked to the table and sat down. He recalled the conversation between the boy and the Madam just now. He didn't hear any information, but the 'Wang Hai' felt familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
I got myself a glass of wine, raised it and took a sip. Suddenly I was startled and said softly: "It's the fat man who sold my house!"
Li Qing fell into deep thought, and the sentence "That man in Bashu is busy with great things" aroused great interest in him.
Jin Yiwei is responsible for providing intelligence, so he naturally wants to pay attention, if for no other reason than to make the head on his neck stronger.
Li Qing half leaned on the chair, tapping the table with his index finger, and said to himself:
"According to Liu Qiang, there are rumors that this restaurant is owned by someone from the royal family. The person the Madam mentioned is probably the prince who was entrusted to Bashu. The prince is doing great things..."
Li Qing's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately shook his head.
Lao Zhu is old, but his body is still strong. The princes dare not even think about rebellion, let alone do it.
From this point of view, the ‘that one’ is definitely not the prince. Neither is the prince, but it has something to do with the rumored restaurant owned by the royal family. Who could it be...
Golden branches!
Li Qing's eyes lit up and he finally understood the meaning of this word.
--Princess!
After confirming the princess, 'that' is naturally the consort.
The prince-in-law is doing great things, and 90% of them are not good things.
Although the Prince Consort Commandery was in the first rank, it was just an idle official position with an empty title. The Prince Consort could not serve as an official in the court, let alone engage in politics.
Marrying a princess will increase your status, but your official career will also be cut off.
Men pursue only those kinds of things: money, power, and women.
If you become a consort, you won't get any power. As for women... if you dare to cuckold a princess, it depends on whether the prince's father-in-law can do it or not, especially if the emperor's father-in-law is Zhu Yuanzhang.
He can definitely kill his son-in-law!
Women can't get power, so they can only get money.
Li Qing peeled off the cocoon and figured out two points.
One, the person behind the restaurant is a princess.
Second, the princess's consort is doing evil in Bashu.
It is difficult to find the princess, but it is much easier to find the consort, not to mention the clues are clear. All you have to do is find out which consort is in Bashu. If you find the consort, you will naturally find the princess.
He had his head sorted out, but he was still hesitant about whether to investigate. After all, it was a royal matter, and it would definitely not look good on Lao Zhu's face if he really found out.
However, it would be a shame for Lao Zhu to lose face. It would be safer if he could provide conclusive evidence.
What the emperor pays attention to when doing things is political correctness, especially Zhu Yuanzhang, an emperor who puts Jiangshang Sheji absolutely first, son-in-law and so on are nothing.
Li Qing drank the wine in one gulp, and the glass hit the table hard.
Done!
"Oh~ Master, are you in a hurry?"
A woman opened the gauze curtain and hurried forward. Her voice was soothing and slightly playful, "It's all the slave's fault. If the young master feels angry, take it out on me~"
The woman was in her twenties, with almond-shaped eyes and a sharp nose, fair skin, and a slim figure. She had an intoxicating smile on her face and spoke Wu Nong's soft words. Even the fury of thunder must be turned into softness.
Then, the gauze curtain was raised again, and a woman stepped forward. She was extremely beautiful, with voluptuous curves, and the unique temperament of Jiangnan women came to her face.
Before Li Qing could marvel, the third one was a girl... The girl gently pulled up the gauze curtain and stepped forward Yingying.
He was fifteen or sixteen years old at most, with an oval face, a high nose, and pupils as black and bright as mountain grapes. The whites of his eyes were not bloodshot at all, as pure as a child.
Wearing a black skirt, her fair skin is even more reflected. Compared to the tenderness of the first two, this girl gives off a bookish air unique to a talented woman, like a lady who was nurtured by a scholarly family.
So much so that people can't help but ignore her age.
Li Qing couldn't help but marvel, no wonder those people would spend a hundred taels, or even hundreds of taels, there seemed to be a reason.
This trip greatly changed his impression of the women in brothels. Brothels are not all a bunch of coquettish bitches.
There was no shortage of beauties here, and not all the women were dissolute and vulgar. At least among the three in front of him, he couldn't see a trace of frivolity.
I even believed Liu Qiang's saying, "There are real beauties even in a pheasant's nest."
No wonder the literati, wealthy gentry, and gentry are all nostalgic for the land of fireworks. There is a reason for this.
"The little girl from the slave family has met the young master." The three girls bowed.
Li Qing smiled, he was destined not to be lonely tonight...