The courtyard of this family is not a square courtyard. The blue-tiled walls are also undulating like waves. Occasionally, I pass by the brick window grilles and look in through the gaps. I can see that there are sparse flowers and trees in the courtyard and winding railings, like a
Rich family.
Yang Hao's curiosity became even more intense. He didn't know what a girl from such a family wanted to do with him. When he walked around to the front door, he saw that the door was wide open and a black paint sign 'Ruxue Fang' hung high on the lintel. Look at the name.
It didn't look like a residential building, Yang Hao couldn't help but be stunned.
"Sir, the slave family is here!"
There was a crisp cry from afar. Yang Hao looked in the door and saw the girl he had just seen at the back window by the river running over, wearing a green narrow-sleeved short-sleeved jacket and a tight-fitting outer cover.
Half-armor, a narrow yellow skirt that tightly tied her slender waist, her hair was still moist and shiny, it was simply pulled up, and it was beating lively on her shaved shoulders as she ran.
Her short jacket is double-breasted and has no buttons. She only has a bow tied in front of her chest and abdomen. The small crimson chest in the V-neck is set off by a pair of delicate breast mounds that have just begun to develop, and her delicate collarbones.
You can see everything at a glance. This kind of dress was not uncommon in the early Song Dynasty. The pink breasts were half covered with Ning Qingxue, which conveyed the charm of the Tang Dynasty.
"Hee hee, the young master is leaving very quickly. Please come with me and wait for tea in the hall."
Yang Hao saw that her family didn't even have an old courtyard to answer the door in broad daylight. He remembered the name on the door lintel and looked at the girl's unconstrained generosity. He thought to himself: "This house can't be...a house."
A brothel, right?"
He hesitated and said: "Girl, it's okay to talk here if you have anything to do. I'm a man who has no relationship with you and has no connection with you. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for me to come into your house like this."
The little girl covered her mouth and smiled and said: "Our place is like a snow house, it is convenient for men with no relatives to visit. Okay, okay, it won't look like you pretend anymore, come with me quickly."
He said not to avoid suspicion, and stretched out his hand to pull his arm. If he was pulling and tugging with her at the gate of the courtyard, it would not be beautiful for others to see. Moreover, although this little girl is generous, she does not look like a nymphomaniac, and he is afraid that she will pull her.
Can you go in and rape yourself?
Yang Hao was thinking wildly in his mind and followed her hesitantly. Along the way, he saw pavilions, pavilions, winding gardens and corridors, and sparse red railings. They were very elegant. They really looked like a wealthy family. Not only was it quiet,
Elegant and impressive, Yang Hao's thoughts just now were a little shaken: This doesn't look like a brothel.
The girl accompanied him into a small building, sat down in the hall, smiled sweetly at him and said, "Master, sit down for a moment while I go make tea."
Yang Hao bowed and said, "I don't dare to do any work. I haven't asked the girl her name yet."
The girl pursed her lips and smiled and said: "Young master, just call me my family with a nice word. I'm so reckless. I wonder what your surname is?"
Yang Hao smiled slightly and said, "My surname is Yang Minghao. I don't know where this place is. What's the purpose of inviting me here?"
"Hehe, don't be in a hurry, Mr. Yang, please sit down for a moment. When the slave family makes tea, I will slowly explain to you."
Miaomiao was quick with her hands and feet. She brewed a pot of tea in just a moment, put it on the low table, poured him a cup of tea, sat down opposite him, and then explained to him in detail.
To Yang Hao's surprise, it turns out that this place is indeed a brothel. In Yang Hao's impression, a brothel should be a kind of courtyard, with pigeonhole-like little rooms all over the building. When the prostitutes entered the courtyard, the madam howled: "
Girls upstairs, come out to meet the guests!" Then a bunch of warblers came out, chattering so loudly that people were dizzy.
Yang Hao also visited a brothel in Fugu, and it was a very high-end brothel. It was much more ugly than he imagined, but it was definitely not like the snow-like building he saw now. After hearing the introduction from Miss Miaomiao,
In such a big garden, there is only one girl named Liu Duoer who is the head of the house. The rest of the people are maids and slaves, and girls like Miaomiao are the people around her who sing and dance with her.
Look at that situation, Miss Liu Duoer Liu looks like a modern popular singer, surrounded by managers, drivers, bodyguards, makeup artists, and an exclusive team of singers and dancers. She can support hundreds of people by herself. I really don’t know how she is so upside down.
Yang Hao couldn't help but secretly marveled at the unique beauty among all living beings that could have such great abilities.
In fact, this is Yang Hao's misunderstanding. He thought that if he was given the word prostitute, he must be in the flesh business. However, he did not know that in this era, prostitutes and prostitutes are not separated. They can both be called prostitutes, but whatever they do is
It's very different. "A pair of jade arms that can be used by thousands of people as pillows, a sliver of red lips that can be tasted by thousands of people." That's a prostitute, but You is a performer, not a prostitute, so her taste is higher.
It is difficult to become popular if it is purely about sex. And the brothel that Yang Hao entered before, even if it was a very high-end one, was just a business of flesh and blood. Naturally, it cannot compete with a prostitute like Liu Duoer.
Compared with the house where he lived, this first-class actor also lived in a spacious and quiet room, with three or four halls, a garden with flowers and rockeries, and a strange stone basin. His small room was covered with curtains and couches, and he read the scriptures on the left and the history on the right.
They entertain people with sex, but they do not serve as pillows and mats.
Most of the people they receive are either rich or noble people. These people have high social status and cultural quality. They have many beautiful wives and concubines at home, and they are not so hungry that they become lustful ghosts.
There are countless wives and concubines, but they have to go to brothels to spend money. Most of them come to brothels to relax by drinking tea and listening to music, or they meet with friends to discuss business. After drinking and enjoying themselves, they leave, and they basically don't take it easy.
Well, this is far from the brothel we understand today.
Since the officialdom, Shilin and other people pursue this, the most important condition for the first-class courtesan is to be generous, speak well, be able to take care of the guests in every aspect, and liven up the scene; the second is to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting
, be able to sing and dance; the last thing is the physical appearance.
Of course, geishas do not necessarily have to keep themselves a secret. They mingle in the sensual scene and come into contact with outstanding men from all walks of life. In order to cling to the rich and powerful, they seek help, or they admire the talents and talents of outstanding men. After they fall in love, they join hands and join hands.
There is also some tenderness, but it is not for the sake of money, but for the sake of mutual love.
Most of the second-tier prostitutes come from the families of Shixisan and Zaju. At the banquets of the powerful and wealthy gentry, such women will be invited to bring musical instruments. Such women will also play string instruments with silk and bamboo, and sing and dance gracefully.
It's a skill. As for those who accompany romantic people and earn a lot of money, that's another level. They have the widest group of patrons, but their income is also limited.
Some people may wonder, how much money can a first-class courtesan make if she can see but not eat and raise such a large family? In fact, this is not the case. The money earned by such a courtesan is about the same as the income of a prostitute who sells her sex.
They are completely different. They are completely different.
Those big shots who are either rich or noble always have to socialize and socialize. Many things are not allowed to be discussed at home, or it is not convenient for others to see their private interactions, so they go to Goulan to relax and enjoy tea and listen to music.
, friends gather to discuss business, and such an occasion becomes the best place for officials to mingle, business malls to collude, and to communicate with each other.
During this process, they may be familiar with each other, or they may be unfamiliar with each other, maybe it is not convenient to say something directly, or there may be some things that are not convenient to propose conditions face to face. At this time, there needs to be a person with long sleeves and good skills to guide the thread, communicate and coordinate, and alleviate conflicts.
, Promote political alliances and business cooperation among all parties.
This person is naturally the first-class famous brothel prostitute, and her real means of making money comes from this. Therefore, the first-class famous brothel prostitute makes money by doing "projects", that is, public relations, which is the real means of making money.
Public relations in the sense of the word, rather than relying on flesh-and-blood business to conquer men’s lower levels.
The Eight Beauties of Qinhuai and Sai Jinhua in the late Qing Dynasty have such great influence in society. It is precisely for this reason that they control the most important human resources in officialdom, shopping malls, and scholars in all aspects.
It's not just their looks, figure or skills in bed that make them any better than other prostitutes.
But how to gather this huge network of resources? Of course, it depends on the elegant conversation, communication skills, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, singing and dancing, and the elegant wine, food, banquets and party environment provided by her huge service team.
It can only be formed after it is structured and attracts outstanding talents from all levels of society.
Miss Liu Duoer was originally the first prostitute in a brothel in Quanzhou. She was good at writing, good at conversation, entertaining, and able to comment on people. She answered the right questions well. There were many servants and horses in front of the door, and wealthy people came to visit. There were endless scholars and luxurious cloth mats.
, when we were in Quanzhou, we were all friends with officials, we talked and laughed with scholars, and our energy was really not small...
Yang Hao didn't expect that there was so much knowledge in the brothel, but he was a little curious when he heard this, and asked: "I know Quanzhou. The shipping there is prosperous, and guests from all over the world come. If we say it is prosperous, it is no worse than Bianliang today."
.Miss Liu lives a happy life in Quanzhou, why do she have to come all the way to Kaifeng?"
After hearing this, Miaomiao lowered her eyebrows and sighed: "Oh! It's not because of that damn stinky man."
She glanced at Yang Hao and said quickly: "The Nu family is not talking about you."
Yang Hao raised his sleeve to smell it and said with a smile: "Fortunately, there is no smell. It's really not about me."
Miaomiao smiled, and then said with a sad face: "I'm not afraid to tell you about this matter. My girl dismissed many people who were familiar with her, abandoned her roots and came to Kaifeng. She really had some difficulties.
All these reasons were caused by Chen Hongjin, the military governor of Pinghai. Although this Chen Hongjin was officially worshiped as military governor, he was actually the local emperor in the Zhangquan area. He..."
When Yang Hao heard her say a few words, he felt a little dizzy. In her mouth, he said that Chen Hongjin was a Qingyuan Jiedushi, and then he said that it was the Pinghai Jiedushi.
He was a retainer of an official in the Song Dynasty. Hearing that Yang Hao was one head and two older, he couldn't help but interjected and asked: "Girl, stay here. I am a little confused. Is this Chen Hongjin an official of the Song Dynasty or the Tang Dynasty?"
Miaomiao asked: "Young master, do you think you don't know the origin of Chen Hongjin?"
Of course Yang Hao didn't know, so he said: "Yes, I have heard of this person's name, but I really don't know anything about this person's experience."
Miaomiao said: "Chen Hongjin was originally an official of the Fujian Kingdom. A few years ago, the Fujian Kingdom fell due to civil strife and occupied Zhangzhou. Quanzhou's general Liu Congxiao then defected to the Tang Kingdom Li Yu. After Liu Congxiao's death, his son was young, and the commander-in-chief
Chen Hongjin falsely accused the young master of wanting to defect to Wu Yue, kidnapped him and sent him to the Southern Tang Dynasty. He elected Zhang Hansi, the deputy envoy of the unified army, to be the deputy envoy of the Qingyuan Army, and then appointed himself the deputy envoy of Jiedu.
Within two years, he replaced him and became the military envoy of the Qingyuan Army. Seeing that the Song Dynasty was strong, he sent his envoys to defect to the Song Dynasty. The officials renamed the Qingyuan Army Pinghaijun and appointed him as the military envoy of Pinghai. However,
He also paid homage to the Tang State, so when he sent envoys to the Song Dynasty, he called himself the Military Envoy of Ping Haijun, and when he sent envoys to the Tang State, he called himself the Military Envoy of Qingyuan Army."
Yang Hao suddenly realized: "So that's it..."
Miaomiao said: "Chen Hongjin had a general who was a close associate of Zhang Hansi who was replaced by Chen Hongjin. He wanted to kill Chen Hongjin and restore his old master, so he colluded with a group of generals who were dissatisfied with Chen Hongjin and invited Chen Hongjin to a banquet, but secretly ambushed him.
The soldier wanted to take his life during the banquet. In order not to make Chen Hongjin suspicious, this man invited my young lady to sing and dance to entertain him.
Unexpectedly, Chen Hongjin had just arrived and before he entered the mansion, there happened to be an earth dragon turning over (an earthquake). One of the generals who went to deceive him thought it was a warning from heaven. Chen Hongjin was protected by gods and Buddhas. He was frightened and immediately switched sides and took his
The accomplices revealed that they had secretly set up an ambush to take Chen Hongjin's life during the banquet.
Chen Hongjin mounted his horse and fled. When he returned, he sent troops to capture and kill the generals who had fled. He was really unforgiving of anyone who was suspected of having close contact with those generals. He killed them in one day.
Hundreds of families, thousands of lives, blood stains all over the city, murderous intent skyrocketing.
He became red-eyed and knew that my young lady was also an accomplice of those people, so he sent people to kill everyone in my "Ruxuefang". Fortunately, there were many people among his generals who admired my young lady, so he sent them before he could.
People came to report the news, but my lady did not dare to stay for a while after hearing the news. She immediately wrapped up Xinruan and Manager Zhao, and Pang's mother fled by water. Many people in Xuefang took some belongings and dispersed in a hurry.
My young lady moved to Bianliang, Tokyo, and in just one year, she became one of the top four major banks in Tokyo, and her reputation was unparalleled. However, she took away the business of many people in Bianliang, and made many sisters in the industry very dissatisfied.
Then someone instigated Wu Wa, the head girl of "Meihu Caves", to compete with my young lady."
The two girls were instigated by others, and they may not know it, but they are both talented and knowledgeable people. They originally had the desire to win and wanted to compare each other's abilities, but they got angry after fighting.
Moreover, more and more people know about it, and the momentum has been built, making it difficult for the two to get off the ground. This dispute has already affected their future status, and the two can only go all out.
Originally, the two of them fought with each other winning or losing, but there was no difference between them, but starting from a month ago, Wu Wa'er got guidance from someone unknown, and her artistic conception suddenly surpassed that of Miss Liu in terms of poetry, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Let's go. Liu Duo'er is good at singing and dancing, but the day before yesterday, Wu Wa'er also challenged her with dance. The dance she danced was very Western Hu style, which was refreshing. Her slender waist and half exposed pink navel were really captivating.
Like the devil dancing.
Liu Duo'er was originally a famous prostitute in Quanzhou, and she had also seen Persian and Dashi dancers dancing, which was somewhat similar to hers. However, because it was not elegant enough and involved in sexual immorality, she never bothered to learn it. Wu Wa'er's dance was vaguely like that.
The charm of the exotic dance was completely different, but it was very different. It won countless applause for a while, but immediately suppressed Liu Duoer's dancing skills.
Miss Liu suffered repeated defeats, and the girls in Kaifeng Jiaofang took the opportunity to attack her, spread rumors and belittle her, trying to defeat her in one fell swoop, making her unable to gain a foothold in Kaifeng. Therefore, Liu Duoer is currently in a very difficult situation.
When Yang Hao heard this, he already understood and blurted out: "I understand. Miss Miaomiao wants me to write lyrics for your girl?"
Miaomiao happily said: "That's right. Master, are you willing to agree?"
In Yang Hao's mind, he remembered seven or eight wonderful poems that have been popular among the people and have been passed down for thousands of years. Unfortunately...he couldn't memorize all of them, they were all fragmentary poems passed down from generation to generation.
Seeing his embarrassed look, Miaomiao hurriedly said: "Young master, you don't have to apologize. The poem you just made is excellent. I believe my lady will be in awe after reading it. If you write lyrics for my lady, you will not be able to polish your pen."
I will miss you. Besides, my young lady is good at singing and dancing. With my young lady singing lyrics for you, it won’t be long before the young master’s lyrics will be spread all over the world and his name will become famous among the scholars. By then, the young master will also
Gain fame and fortune."
At that time, printing and publishing were still very expensive, and printing was often possible only at the author's own expense. Not everyone could afford it. The brothel girls' poetry, playing and singing relied on the talents and celebrities to provide poems, and the talents and celebrities used their mouths to publish their own poems.
Miao Miao was full of confidence, knowing that as soon as she said it, Yang Hao would become famous.
Happy to agree.
Writing lyrics? It’s a joke, I’m just half jealous. If you drag me in to pick flowers, I’ll just accept it and I won’t suffer anyway. Who is afraid of who? You want me to write lyrics? Yang Hao immediately shook his head like a rattle: "
Hmm? No, no, no, no, no, no…”
"Mr. Ding'an, go slowly. I'll use this money to polish my writing. I'll have a good discussion with the internal and external stewards."
Suddenly there was a voice in the courtyard, and Miss Miaomiao shouted in surprise: "Miss!" and hurriedly got up and walked out. Yang Hao looked out and saw an old man with gray hair walking away in high spirits.
, with fluttering sleeves and extraordinary style, a young girl in green clothes chased after him for a few steps, then stood there in silence.
Lu Renjia was a celebrity of his generation and was a self-respecting person. Of course, it was not convenient for him to say some words clearly, but his hints were quite explicit, but Liu Duoer just pretended not to understand. Lu Renjia's patience gradually wore off, and finally he got angry and walked away.
When Liu Duoer fled from Quanzhou, she hurriedly brought only a few soft things with her. After arriving in Bianliang, she bought land and houses, decorated the halls and whitewashed the pavilions, and spent money like water, almost depleting her remaining wealth.
In order to open up the business over the past year, she spent her own money to hire people to invite many of the customers in the early stage. Their role was to serve as "child care", so she invested all her money in the early stage of the opening. Now that she is just about to start making profits, anyone who wants to can do it with those people.
The Veela fought fiercely and even lost.
The poems written by Quanzhou scholars she brought with her when she came from Quanzhou have been exhausted. If she doesn't have excellent poems, how can she win the favor of the officials and gentry who are well-read in poetry in the future? What's more, the relationship with Veela at this time
The fight has become public knowledge all over the city. Once defeated, the consequences will be disastrous. If the Veela doesn't get good words to overwhelm her, there will be no room for improvement. But... But this old man is old and senile.
Gao, old and decrepit but still lustful, Liu Duoer wanted to pretend to avoid it, but who knew he...
While she was in a state of confusion, Miao Miao rushed over and said, "Miss, I'm going to invite a young man back. This young man is very good at filling in words. Do you want to meet him, young lady?"
Liu Duo'er's eyes suddenly lit up and she hurriedly said: "Oh? Who is he?"
Miaomiao said: "This young master's name is Yang Hao, and he is in the hall over there."
Liu Duo'er never remembered that there was a talented scholar named Yang Hao in Kaifeng Shilin. She was disappointed when she heard it. The "good words" in Miaomiao's mouth were probably of limited use. What could they do? There was no need to go to Wu Wa'er again. Lose your ugliness in front of you.
She was upset and confused at this time. How could she care about Yang Hao anymore? She shook her head and sighed: "Forget it, please ask that young master to leave. Also, please invite Manager Zhao and Mother Pang here immediately." See me." He said and walked away, never once looking into the hall.
"Miss..." Miaomiao took it upon herself to invite the person over. Unexpectedly, the young lady wanted to drive the person away without even seeing her. When she walked back to the hall, she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed on her face, and she said humbly: "Mr. Yang..."
Yang Hao felt relieved and stood up easily, laughing and saying: "It's okay, there's no need to be embarrassed, little lady. I still have something to do, so I'll leave now." After that, he rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and ran away.
"Young Master, Young Master Yang..." Miao Miao couldn't wait to call her, so she stomped her feet and ran after her young lady.
Not long after Yang Hao left "Ruxuefang", Liu Duoer's maid hurriedly chased him out of the courtyard. It turned out that Miao Miao was unwilling to give up and ran to the backyard to "make" the headless and tailless song that Yang Hao "made" I recited the poem to her, and it turned out to be a wonderful poem. Miss Liu knew a lot of poems, but she had never heard of this one. Miaomiao also said that Yang Hao personally admitted that this poem was written by him. , Liu Duoer was filled with regret and immediately chased her out of the courtyard. When she got to the door, she saw that Yang Hao was nowhere to be seen. There were alleys leading in all directions. Who knew where he had gone.
Liu Duoer was stunned and said quietly: "Oh, it's not easy to meet an extraordinary talent, but I just missed him. Could it be that God is trying to make things difficult for me?"
Miaomiao rolled her eyes and said suddenly: "Miss, the third son of the Luo family is an official in Nanya and is in charge of the household population. How about... asking him to help us find out the identity of this person named Yang Hao? Let's go to his door and beg him. As long as the girl opens her mouth, he will be hard-hearted if she doesn't believe her."
Liu Duoer smiled bitterly and said: "Bianliang has such a large population, and there are not even a thousand but eight hundred people named Yang Hao. How can we find him?"
Miaomiao said: "It all depends on people. It just takes some effort. Even though there are hundreds of people with the same name and surname, there are only ten or twenty people of the same age. After three to five days of effort, are you afraid that you can't find him?"
Liu Duo'er thought for a moment, then paused and said, "That's alright, I'll write a letter immediately and you can send it to Third Young Master Luo's house for me."
"Okay!" Miaomiao said excitedly: "Miss, don't worry, even if this Bianliang City is turned upside down, Miaomiao will definitely dig him out!"
