In Pingkangfang, the lights are flickering and candlelight is overflowing.
In Piaoxiang Building, Fang Yiai could be heard smiling and whispering in a somewhat obscene manner: "Brother Yishan, do you like anything? You don't have to go back tonight..."
He glanced at the prostitutes who were accompanying him while drinking. They were all charming and charming, and Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a little distraught.
"No need..." Yang Fan bit the tip of his tongue and suddenly woke up, waving his hands repeatedly. He didn't want to have to confess to this for the first time.
Fang Yiai was stunned by this answer. Is there anyone who doesn't want to spend the night here?
Of course there are, but very few. Young people who are very angry can rarely hold back.
On the other hand, Li Jingheng and others looked at Yang Fan with half-smiling eyes and joked: "Brother Yishan, aren't you still a child?" What made them even more dumbfounded was that Yang Fan nodded without hesitation.
At this time, even the prostitutes who were holding jugs and pouring wine next to them covered their mouths and snickered. Some even boldly leaned over and teased: "I didn't expect that this is your first time, young master. Why don't you stay tonight?"
Give you a big red envelope..."
Her words immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter. Seeing the coward leaning on her, Yang Fan did not refuse. Although he was a child in the Tang Dynasty, he was also a diaosi with stories before time travel.
Although you can't eat meat here, you can still wipe it with some oil and water. When talking and laughing with the prostitute, one of your hands is like a nimble little snake.
However, after pouring the wine, he quickly came to the rescue and said: "Come, this is the best wine in our Piaoxiang Tower - Bamboo Leaf Green, please have a try, gentlemen."
Only then did Yang Fan and the others move from their somewhat dirty movements to the wine table. They took a look at the wine glasses and saw that the wine was a little turbid. They took a sip and felt a little sweet.
Speaking of this Bamboo Leaf Green, it actually doesn’t taste bad and has a comfortable texture, a bit like the Double Ninth Festival wine I drank before time travel.
When it comes to Double Ninth Festival wine, many people may not have drunk it. This is a kind of wine that southerners like to brew in later generations. The manufacturing process is actually similar to the wine in ancient times.
In ancient times, wine was not distilled, but was directly fermented and precipitated before being consumed directly.
Chongyang wine is distilled and then fermented wine is added for kiln storage.
Therefore, Chongyang wine has a high alcohol content and is sweet, which makes it easy to drink. People who have never drank it can easily get drunk without realizing it.
Yang Fan also drank it when he was a guest at a friend's house in the south. Because he thought it tasted good and was young and energetic, he stayed drunk for a whole day and a night before he sobered up.
The bamboo leaves and greens of Piaoxianglou have the charm of Double Ninth Festival wine.
Cheng Chumo took a sip of the wine in the cup and said with a wry smile: "Brother Yishan, after drinking the wine in your house, other wines really have no taste."
Li Jinghuan took a sip, put down the glass and sighed: "Brother Yishan's wine can be said to be unique in the world. Thinking about it makes me a little greedy. I wonder when it will be brewed in batches?"
Fang Yiai and Du He nodded in agreement and looked at Yang Fan expectantly.
Yang Fan smiled slightly, drained the remaining wine in the cup, and replied: "This time when I returned to Yangjiaping, I also brewed some in the workshop. Although it was not as strong as what we drank last time, it was not bad. Let's make it when we get back.
I will send some to your house."
In fact, Yang Fan felt that it was not that distilled wine was delicious, but that Cheng Chumo and the others missed it because it had a relatively high alcohol content and was highly stimulating to the senses.
If they are weak, gentle and elegant people, I believe they prefer to drink alcohol with low alcohol content and soft taste.
However, the official prostitute next to him was surprised and asked in disbelief: "Master, don't you like drinking this kind of wine? Zhuyeqing is the best wine in Chang'an City. How can there be anything better than Zhuyeqing in this world?"
Fine wine?”
The official prostitute was sitting next to Fang Yiai. Fang Yiai touched it skillfully and said with a smile: "That's because you haven't drunk my brother's wine, otherwise you wouldn't have said that."
After pretending a little, Fang Yiai was in a good mood and then asked: "Brother Yishan, how about you open a restaurant? With your fine wine and the skill of the cook in the house, I believe there is no one in Chang'an City."
It’s comparable to a restaurant, and we brothers can also enjoy the autumn breeze in the future.”
Cheng Chumo and others loudly agreed with Fang Yiai's words.
As a channel for collecting intelligence, the restaurant is of course also part of Yang Fan's plan. Now that they have brought it up, there is no need to hide it.
He chuckled and nodded: "I have this intention as well. I wonder if some brothers would like to take part in it. It should be no problem to earn some pocket money..."
Of course, Fang Yiai and the others were convinced by Yang Fan, the God of Wealth. With your words, those who owned the restaurant would come out of the building, and those with money would take the money. The plan to build the restaurant had been completed, which made Yang Fan feel a little uncomfortable.
Feel good.
Seeing these young masters, the noble masters, headed by Yang Fan, were a little surprised, and they all guessed which family he belonged to.
As time went by, the voices of drinking orders gradually became quieter, and cakes, fruits and tea cups were served one after another.
Just when he was confused, Fang Yiai opened the curtain and said excitedly: "The performance is finally about to begin, but I don't know when Miss Shishi will perform on stage."
As the curtain opened, Yang Fan noticed that a circular stage slowly rose in the open space on the first floor. It stopped when it reached the same height as the second floor. All the seats on the second and third floors were filled.
Even in the lobby on the first floor, there were many people watching, and it felt like a celebrity giving a concert.
An old madam walked from a secret passage to the middle of the round stage and announced the start of the performance, and everyone started to scream.
Amidst a burst of cheers, several women wearing vaguely veiled veils slowly walked onto the round platform with their thin waists swaying.
The harp and harp played in harmony, and the song sounded. Several dancers held orchid fingers in their hands, twisting their waists and slowly swaying to the rhythm of the music. Their charming eyes fluttered everywhere, and their every frown and smile was very seductive.
I saw Fang Yiai and the others staring at the stage intently, their mouths slightly open, their Adam's apples squirming, their eyes full of burning desire, they wanted to rush to the stage and tear off the last fig leaf.
Yang Fan secretly sighed in his heart: "The ancients were indeed not simple. They actually used psychology so wonderfully. It is more passionate than directly stripping off and performing such a looming performance."
As the programs passed one by one, singing poems, playing the piano... the program was quite rich. Yang Fan raised his head and looked around. Most people fell into madness. They smiled bitterly and shook their heads. In ancient times when there was a lack of entertainment, this might be the reason.
The best way to relax.
The courtesan sitting next to her had actually been paying attention. When she saw Yang Fan just watching the dance for a while, he raised his head and looked around. He couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Are you looking for someone? Or is it that the dancer's dance is not good-looking?"
"No, it's pretty good..."
In fact, Yang Fan is not exaggerating. When it comes to real dance skills, the dancers in ancient times relied on this skill to make a living, which is thousands of times better than those Internet celebrities who only showed off their coquettish skills before time travel.
Just when the prostitute wanted to ask why she didn't like watching it, she heard a shout, which seemed a bit abrupt.
"Hurry up and call Miss Shishi out. We are here to watch Miss Shishi's performance. We must be the ones chatting about poetry with Miss Shishi today..." followed by a burst of echoes.
Then I heard a burst of boos from other people.
Taking a closer look, the voice came from a group of young men in brocade robes opposite, numbering five or six in number. At this time, this group of people were shouting loudly, their faces were red, and they looked like they had drunk a lot of wine.
In a brothel run by the imperial court, someone actually dared to be so arrogant, which made Yang Fan look puzzled.
Fang Yiai and others looked unhappy at the sudden noise, and asked with a somewhat ugly look on their faces: "Why are they here too?"
Looking at Fang Yiai who dared to speak but dare not get angry, Yang Fan couldn't help but be curious. The person who could make such a second-generation ancestor fearful must not be a simple person, so he asked: "Who are these people?"
Fang Yiai pointed at the people opposite and introduced them one by one: "The leader is Chang Sun Chong, and the others are Dou Fengjie..."
Looking at the appearance of Fang Yiai and the others, it seems that their relationship is not harmonious, and they suffer a lot.