The Qinhuai River is not far from the academy. It is right after Jubaomen. This is just a tributary of the Qinhuai River. It is not so much the Qinhuai River as it is the moat of Jinling City. Its main stream is in the area of Sanshan Gate, winding from south to north.
It flows into the Yangtze River.
At this time, the sky was dark, and the humidity in the south of the Yangtze River was high. At night, the Qinhuai River was shrouded in mist, and a few fishing lanterns were revealed in the haze. What was more conspicuous were the red lanterns hanging high on the shore, which made the thin night light shine.
The mist also makes it look mesmerizing, like a woman wearing a gauze, which is as sultry as a woman.
The spring branches are moving in the willows, and the twilight tide is rising in Qinhuai. The new moon is seen on the towers, and the lights are on the twin bridges... This Qinhuai River has played out many poignant stories about the gathering and separation of talented people and beautiful ladies.
Fang Zheng and his two men chose a larger boat. Turtle Gong, who was standing at the door to welcome guests, saw them boarding the boat and shouted at the top of his lungs: "We have guests arriving——"
The fat man seemed to be an expert at this. As soon as Mr. Turtle finished speaking, the fat man threw him a piece of silver. He was so happy that Mr. Turtle didn't even notice. He bowed and led the two of them into the main hall. Behind the fat man were three or four big men in green clothes.
Seeing the two people entering the hall, they stood not far away and looked around with alert eyes. No need to ask, these are the fat man's bodyguards.
There are more than a dozen tables in the hall, which are decorated with splendor and splendor. Pink curtains and red bead curtains separate the hall from the elegant rooms at the back. In the middle of the hall, there is a woman sitting on an embroidery stool, playing a pipa with her slender fingers, and speaking
Yi Ya sings Jiangnan tunes and Wu Nong talks softly, which is really nice. - I wonder if she can sing Shiba Mo?
Fang Zheng and the fat man chose a seat by the window and sat down. Turtle Gong grinned and said, "Should you two listen to some music here first, or should you reserve a private room and find some girls to serve you two while drinking?"
The fat man waved his hand and said impatiently: "Let's sit here for a while, get us some dishes, and then boil the pot of bamboo leaves and greens. Come on, I haven't eaten yet." The man in the brothel is always bossy,
Those who had no money pretended to be rich, and those who had money pretended to be richer. Mr. Turtle was used to this, so he bowed his head and went down to make arrangements.
The fat man smiled lustfully and said, "Brother Fang, are you satisfied with this place?"
Fang Zheng imitated him and said with a lewd smile: "Not bad, not bad, very satisfied, haha." As a man of two generations, this was the first time for Young Master Fang to visit a brothel, so he felt a little nervous.
It was getting late at night, and the hall was sparse, with only a few tables of guests. It would take a while to get the boat out.
The food and drinks came quickly. Fang Zheng and the fat man had just had two drinks when a middle-aged woman dressed in a flashy dress walked up to the two of them. She smiled before saying anything, "Haha, I wish you two great success and great wealth."
"My surname is Wang, and regular customers call me Mother Wang. This is very polite." As she said this, she blessed the two of them and even gave the fat man a wink.
This was the legendary Madam. Fang Zheng saw that she was about thirty or forty years old, and she looked like a mature woman, enchanting and charming.
The fat man obviously felt very much benefited from this flirtatious look. He shook out his fat body and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Mrs. Wang. You're welcome, you're welcome."
"It's boring for grown men to sit together and drink. Why don't you ask some girls to wait on you two?" After the greetings, Mother Wang began to seduce these two pure and handsome boys. - There is no doubt that the "handsome boy" refers to Fang Fang.
Young Master, "young man" refers to fat man.
The fat man said teasingly: "Mother Wang, when you have such a stunning beauty in the world, there is no need to call her a girl. Why don't you, Mother Wang, feel aggrieved and drink wine with us?" He stared at her with a leering look as he spoke.
The breasts looked like they were hungry and thirsty as if they had not drank enough milk as a child. Fang Zheng felt a chill in his heart, it turned out that the fat man liked this style.
When Mother Wang heard this, her flowers trembled with joy, and her big breasts trembled even more. She flirted with the fat man and said with a smile: "My family is old and senile, and I can't afford to accompany you two masters."
,Besides, young people are too fierce, I am afraid that my body and bones will not be able to withstand your torment."
The fat man was so proud that he laughed happily. In the midst of laughter, Mother Wang called out to the back of the hall: "Girls, dress up and come out to meet the guests."
After a while, a large group of warblers and swallows came out, laughing and playing coquettishly. They stood in a circle around the two of them, allowing them to choose.
Fang Zheng and the fat man randomly selected two girls who seemed to be pleasing to their taste and asked them to serve the wine and serve the dishes. However, the fat man unceremoniously pulled one of the girls to sit on his lap, teasing him while he raised and lowered his hands.
He was very busy. - He was so unreserved, he looked like a high-ranking prince. He was clearly an old prostitute who had been a prostitute for many years.
The girl accompanying Fang Zheng saw that the fat man was having a heated fight with her sisters. On the other hand, Fang Zheng looked like a gentleman sitting upright and not squinting. She could not help but pretended to be unhappy and pouted, saying: "Master, why don't you come out?"
Sheng'er? How about a drink with me, my servant? Everyone who comes here is looking for fun. See how happy your friends are having fun. Don't keep a sullen face..."
It's normal for a boy to have a sullen face when visiting a brothel. After all, he has never experienced such a battle. Fang Zheng was so nervous that his palms were sweating. Hearing this, he turned his head and looked at the fat man, and couldn't help being surprised. In the public,
This boy actually blatantly put his fat hand into the girl's bellyband, and kept rubbing it, as if he was looking for something.
The girl was not upset, she blushed and giggled, and from time to time she moaned as if to take advantage of the situation. The guests at the tables next to her were not surprised when they saw this, and they continued to eat and drink as usual.
After watching for a long time, even Fang Zheng felt a little embarrassed, so he turned around and asked the girl accompanying him seriously: "Do you mean you want me to touch you like he did?" He pointed.
Refers to fat people.
This question was so straightforward that even though the girl had been a fan for a long time, she couldn't help but blush. She rolled her eyes at him and said coquettishly: "Young master, you are so evil! If you want to do something, how can I stop you?"
I can’t keep you..."
"This is not a question of whether to stop or not. I mainly want to ask, if I touch you like that, will you be happy? Is it physically happy or mentally happy? Do you want me to touch you or don't you want me to?
Touch? Only after asking these questions clearly can I decide whether to touch you or not..."
The girl's eyes were a bit blurred by Master Fang's series of "touching" and "not touching", and she had a secret doubt in her heart: This guy obviously looks like a pervert, but he keeps talking endlessly. Could it be that he is here to cause trouble?
of?
At this time, Mrs. Wang came over and interjected with a smile: "Two gentlemen, let the two girls serve you while you eat and drink. There will be a big show later."
Fang Zheng knows this very well. It is mentioned in almost all YY novels that the highlight of the brothel is naturally the appearance of the oiran. The reason why Fang Zheng did not behave inappropriately towards the vulgar fan next to him was because he wanted to see the oiran.
Come. - Of course, maybe this first brother is a little nervous and embarrassed to attack the girl next to him.
"Is it possible that your oiran here wants to recruit men into the bridal chamber today?" Fang Zheng asked.
Mother Wang winked at Fang Zheng again and said with a smile: "No, it's our boat-painting girl Yan Ran and the other talented people who asked the questions. The one who answered correctly..."
"Will the one with the correct answer enter the bridal chamber?" Fang Zheng continued her words and laughed. It was so ridiculous that Young Master Fang couldn't help but want to despise this cliché. Besides, there are too many oirans these days? As if
All the beautiful girls from the Hua Dynasty sold themselves into brothels. Will the women from good families still survive?
"How can it be possible? Miss Yanran is not selling herself, but she is a widower." Mother Wang said: "The one who answers correctly can enter Miss Yanran's boudoir, and Miss Yanran will perform a solo for him."
Fang Zheng curled his lips and said: "That's it? It's better to give out candy." The children in the kindergarten behaved well, and the teacher even knew how to give out a little red flower. What's the point of just listening to a song?
The fat man nodded in agreement: "That's right, playing a little tune is also considered a prize?"
Mother Wang said hurriedly: "You two, please don't say that. You know, there are many talented people in the whole capital who want to hear Miss Yanran's solo but cannot. Miss Yanran's beauty, talent and piano skills are the best in the capital."
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She cast a flirtatious look at Fang Zheng again and said: "Besides, if you are really talented and learned, and the two of you are alone in the same room, who knows that Miss Yanran will not fall in love with you and then commit herself to you? This is a good opportunity for a romantic marriage.
However, if you want to dress up Miss Yanran, you have to spend money..."
This statement is so naked. The so-called talent and learning are just a cover, money is the king.
Fang Zheng asked curiously: "What if no one answers the question correctly all night? Will Miss Yanran go back to sleep by herself?"
Mother Wang smiled and said: "If no one answers correctly, then the one with the highest price will have to get it. This is a brothel, not a top scholar. Of course, there are some opportunities that can be bought with money. It's just that the literati have a good reputation and don't want to taint Yanran with money."
Girl, I'm afraid that if the news spreads, it will damage their reputation." After saying this, she curled her lips secretly, and was discovered by Fang Zheng. "I don't want to" is just a polite way of saying it. In fact, there are not many talented literati who have money.
Yes, life is so helpless many times. It can only give you one choice. If it’s you, do you choose to be talented and learn, or do you choose to be rich?
Fang Zheng will definitely choose to be rich and talented, so what? From ancient times to the present, how many of the great talents who have left their names in history are not poor and struggling to survive? They themselves have left a good name, but their wives
What to do with the child? I can’t even eat with you, so what do you want? Is that talent in my chest enough to be used as food? Fang Zheng believes that this kind of man deserves to be killed. If he can’t even support his own woman, can he still be considered a man? I’m sorry.
Showing around all day long with the air of "Everyone is filthy and I am the only one who is righteous"?
According to the natural laws of evolution, when mammals are courting, males will show their strong side to females. If they can defeat several love rivals in front of the female, the female animal will basically fall in love and not run away. This shows that
What? What a woman needs is a sense of security! She needs a man who can protect her and take care of her, not those sour so-called talents.
Fang Zheng has been watching the animal world for so many years, but he has never seen a male lion do whatever he wants after reading two lines of poetry to a female lion, showing off his animal desires. Besides, if you write good poems, your character must be good? Not many people drive good cars.
What a good person.
When the fat man heard what Mrs. Wang said, he smiled and said: "In terms of talent, do you see that our young master Fang can definitely beat the others in terms of skills? If it is about wealth," he patted his belly proudly and continued: "This young master can use
The money will smash them all and lie down! Tonight, Miss Yanran belongs to our brothers, no one can take her away."
After the fat man finished speaking, he turned his head with a smile on his face and said teasingly to the girl in his arms: "Girl, give me a 'leather cup'." The little girl seemed shy but happy, and took a sip of wine, and exchanged the wine with the fat man mouth to mouth.
Slowly pour it into his mouth, you slut, you are also using some tricks.
Mother Wang smiled and said: "That's a good idea. The slave family is waiting for the two young masters to win. To be honest, Miss Yanran's previous questions were too difficult and no one could answer them, so no one has ever been able to enter her class.
As for the boudoir. Seeing that the day for her to leave the palace is coming soon, the slave family cannot always tolerate her temperament. No, tonight is the first time to bid with money, so you two must seize the opportunity." Listening to her tone, this
Miss Yanran seems to be an arrogant person, and she uses her talents to block the men who want to enter her boudoir. Unfortunately, she can't help herself in this dirty place with fireworks, and there is absolutely no way she can escape tonight.
The night had fallen, and many people boarded the ship one after another. The lonely hall was filled with seats in a short time. Mother Wang looked at the bow of the ship and confirmed that the number of people was enough, so she gently nodded to Mr. Turtle on the side.
He nodded. The turtle man shouted to the boatman at the top of his voice: "The guests are full, let's set sail!" A boatman jumped on the shore to untie the mooring rope, pull out the anchor, and remove the gangplank. All the boatmen shouted: "Fair wind!" and the boat was sailing.
Already moving with the current, heading towards Sanshan Gate.
The little girl playing the pipa in the hall has long since left, replaced by a singing and dancing troupe, Xiao Sheng plays gongs and drums, plays and plays, and it is so lively that it feels like going to welcome a bride, which makes Fang Zheng feel a little unnatural. To be honest, Fang Zheng has always thought that visiting a brothel is
It was a shameful thing, but at this time Hua Fang was making a big show of it for fear that others would not know that they were doing bad things. It really went against his principle of always keeping a low profile.
On the other hand, the fat man was holding the girl in his arms with a contented look on his face. His hands and mouth were busy non-stop. He was not even aware of the boat leaving the shore. After reflecting on himself, Fang Zheng deeply felt that even though he came from modern times,
But the mind is still not as liberated as the ancients.
After the boat sailed in the river for a while, Mrs. Wang appeared in the middle of the hall with a smile on her face, clapped her hands, and the singing and dancing stopped. She first blessed everyone around her, and then said with a smile: "My family wishes you all, please go ahead.
I would like to thank you all for taking care of the slave family's business, and I wish you all a promotion and a long life."
There was a burst of applause from below, and there were also some boos: "Mother Wang, stop chatting and quickly invite Miss Yanran out. We all came eagerly, not just to see your old face." Everyone laughed when they heard this, and the hall
It was noisy for a while.
Mother Wang was not angry either. She glanced at the booing person with a look of anger and resentment, and then said: "Then I won't waste everyone's time. According to the old rules, talented people who answer the questions asked by Miss Yanran correctly can enter her boudoir.
Let me tell you, if Miss Yanran falls in love with you, you may not necessarily agree with her, haha. Next, I would like to invite Miss Yanran to come out and meet all the talented people."
As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the hall dimmed. Behind the pink curtains and red bead curtains, a group of maids lined up in two rows holding candlesticks could be vaguely seen. A beauty in pink clothes was surrounded in the middle, walking towards the hall.
.It is hazy but sultry, arousing the desire of all men to find out. I have to admire this Queen Mother, she grasps the man's psychology to the last detail.
The curtains and beaded curtains were slowly opened, and the beauty's appearance appeared clearly in front of everyone's eyes. She was about twenty-eight years old, with an oval face and a pair of bright big eyes charmingly patrolling the people in the hall. She stood upright.
The bridge of the nose, slightly thin cherry lips, and the slightly upward corners of the mouth due to the smile make people unable to help but want to taste it. The tall breasts were tightly wrapped in pink clothes, and only a small patch of white snow-like skin under the pink neck was exposed.
The skin is beautiful, but it is enough to arouse people's imagination.
The talented and rich people below held their breath, and their lower bodies involuntarily crossed their legs. Fang Zheng was very familiar with this action. When he was in college, the brothers in the dormitory gathered together to watch X-movies like this. He was busy first.
Find a stool, then light a cigarette, smoke it, and finally cross your legs... (Why do you cross your legs? My male compatriots must know better than me? Actually, I don't know, really.)