Wen Xiaojun followed Wu Niang in front with a smile on her face, looking around curiously.
The lobby on the first floor is very large, but the styles on the left and right are completely different.
The left side is spacious and bright, with a large red cloth stage and dining tables and seats arranged in a circle. On the stage, a barefoot dancer has a graceful figure, her white feet on the carpet, dancing to the beat of the music, spinning lightly, and her gauze dress is fluttering.
Fei Qingyang is so beautiful that people can hardly take their eyes away.
There were bursts of laughter under the stage, and there were people sitting with two beauties playing games with their companions; there were people holding pieces of meat on their chopsticks, but their eyes were staring unblinkingly at the looming women on the stage, eating wine and chatting.
He also took Mei Ji’s hand and entered the private room next to her to talk in detail.
Looking to the right, we can see several thick carved columns forming an invisible partition area in the center line of the hall.
Then layers of steps suddenly piled up from the deep horizontal lines of the pillars.
It has the feeling of a fake two-story building with a flat floor and half steps in modern society.
Looking up, the decorations there are much more elegant than those on the left.
There are mostly independent semi-open spaces inside. There are heavy curtains inside. You can vaguely see the figures in them, but it is not easy to see the whole picture clearly.
Wu Niang didn't ask any questions. She smiled and took Wen Xiaoyun and Bai Yu directly to the right side of the split floor.
Walking in the living room, Wen Xiaoyun discovered that the halls separated by curtains had different functions.
There is a woman writing in the main position, and the benefactor next to her is helping the ink grinder with a smile on her face. Two men are playing chess, and Mei Ji is helping the one next to her. Even on the wall of one of the largest partition spaces,
There is also a large chessboard hanging.
Below are two men dictating the coordinates of the chess pieces, while Meiji, who is next to the wall, is helping sing and place the chess pieces.
There were more than a dozen tables of patrons sitting under the stage watching the battle.
"I wonder if there is anything particularly special about the two young masters in music, chess, calligraphy and painting?" Wu Niang stretched out her hand to lift the pink gauze curtain and looked back at Wen Xiaojun with a smile.
But Bai Ya took the lead and took over the conversation, "It should be clean and very interesting."
As he said this, Bai Yao took out a piece of silver from his arms and held it up in front of Wuniang.
When Wu Niang saw that the silver amounted to ten taels of trees, the smile on her face became even brighter.
From the very beginning, Wu Niang knew confidently that these two young masters must be very wealthy.
And it must be the first time I come to a brothel.
Maybe it's out of curiosity, maybe it's because of other reasons, such as being interested in books like "Butterfield Rhymes".
In short, for young nobles like them, they generally don't care about money, so they will naturally be more generous with their dealings.
Thinking of this, Wu Niang stretched out her hand to take the silver, smiled sweetly, and replied in a sweet voice: "Wu Niang understands, don't worry, I will definitely satisfy the young master."
After saying that, she changed direction and walked towards the elegant play area behind the chess room.
Looking at Wu Niang's back who was leading the way attentively, Wen Xiaoyun unconsciously looked at each other and smiled.
What Bai Ya just said was the routine in "Butterfield Rhymes".
The one who wants to be clean is a high-level geisha who only sells her skills but not her body; the one who wants to be fun and interesting means she wants to be one of the top three geishas.
Fortunately, they had only briefly glanced at "Rhymes of a Brothel". Otherwise, if you really had to face it alone, you would be like a human spirit, and you really wouldn't be able to handle it.
The two of them were recalling the scene just now in an interesting way, when another burst of arrogant yelling sounded in their ears.
Wu Niang was just about to introduce the previous situation to Wen Xiaoyun when she was startled by the voice next to her.
It happened that they had just walked close to that partition, and Wen Xiaoyun curiously followed the sound and looked inside through the gap in the curtain.
But there was a round table that could accommodate 6-8 people, and six young men in gorgeous but tacky colors were sitting next to it.
In front of the round table, there sat a pretty Qin Ji.
She held a pipa in her hand and was singing a graceful and beautiful tune.
The six people had no intention of appreciating it at all. Instead, they held up the cups and dishes with their chopsticks, laughing and cheering.
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One of the fat men even insisted on holding the woman's chin and feeding her wine. He was just out to sell his profligate hoofs, and to sell his innocence.
One person even forced her to compose poetry.
Aren't you awesome?
I will compose some poems for our gentlemen.
The woman looked at the madam aside with tears in her eyes, her eyes full of help.
The old madam took two steps forward distressedly and said that there was a sweet girl who would accompany the wine. Why would the grandfathers have the same experience as this stubborn person who has no eyesight?
Wu Niang, I will bring some more girls for the gentlemen.
Not wanting the fat man to be more vicious, he just grabbed the woman's neck and laughed even more wildly, "Grandpa can't stand the beating nature of this bitch and building a memorial arch. If I can't write a poem today, I'll let this woman
Your little bitch’s hooves are wet here!
At this moment, Wen Xiaoyun suddenly caught a glimpse of a red figure at the left railing upstairs from the corner of her eye, and saw several figures walking around her, and she immediately felt confident.
I heard Qin Ji with tears falling on her face and her voice trembling slightly as she composed a poem.
The fat man laughed loudly and threw the woman hard at his companion.
How could that woman be willing to be despised like this? She turned sideways and fell towards the table next to her.