At this time, a maid came forward and smiled at Fang Zheng: "Congratulations to this young master, you are outstanding in literary talent and wit. Miss Yanran admires you very much and wants to invite you in. She will sing a song for him alone."
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Fang Zheng scratched his head and said: "I don't know anything about music theory. Isn't Miss Yanran playing the piano to a fool? I think it's better to forget it..."
"How about I ask the fat man next to me... Well, this Mr. Zhou will go in for me. He is better at this... Huh? Fatty, what's wrong with you?" Fang Zheng looked at the fat man in confusion as he looked like he was about to vomit blood.
expression.
Not to mention it was him, even the maid beside her was turning green and white, her almond-shaped eyes widened, her delicate body trembling, her lips trembling and she couldn't say a word.
The fat man looked at the maid with an ugly face and forced a smile: "This young master may have been a little confused with happiness. He made a mistake for a moment. Please don't blame me. The girl will go first and he will come later."
The maid forced a smile on her face and walked away without saying anything or even looking at Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng looked at the maid's back and muttered: "If you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh. It's so ugly and too professional. This Huafang has done a good job in vocational training for its employees... Wow! Fatty, why are you laughing?
Even uglier than her?" Fang Zheng probed the fat man's forehead.
The fat man turned his head and avoided Fang Zheng's hand. He bowed his hands to him respectfully and sighed: "Brother Fang, I admire you, I really admire you! Just wait, I will write you a big message right now."
The word 'service'." After saying that, he turned around and searched for something on the table.
Fang Zheng said modestly: "What the heck, it's just a couplet, it's nothing, it's really nothing." Ancient people really went to great lengths to express their admiration.
The fat man couldn't find anything suitable, so he had to dip his fingers into the wine in the pot, and then actually wrote a big word "submit" on the table. Fang Zheng couldn't stop him, and the fat man was in a hurry with him.
Don't tell me, this calligraphy is really good. He is strong and vigorous. Although this guy looks messy, he still has good calligraphy skills. He must have been immersed in this art for many years.
"Good calligraphy!" Fang Zheng couldn't help but praise.
The fat man groaned and stroked his forehead and said: "Brother Fang, stop talking, go in, please, leave the rest to me, don't worry." Without waiting for Fang Zheng to say more, he pushed and pushed him into the back cabin of the boat.
, Fang Zheng turned around and saw this boy pulling Mama Wang aside, saying something furtively.
Is he paying the bill? Fang Zheng guessed. Then Young Master Fang shouted something super unnecessary to the fat man: "Hey, remember to ask her for a discount..."
"thump!"
After opening the bead curtain, the maid just stood respectfully waiting for Fang Zheng. Seeing him coming, she didn't say anything and led Fang Zheng towards the back. Fang Zheng observed and found that the entire boat was divided into two.
In each part, the hall in front belongs to the bow of the ship, and the hall behind the hall belongs to the stern, separated by a bead curtain in the middle. The stern of the ship is mostly private rooms. Fang Zheng thinks that the word "elegant room" is a bit meaningful. To put it nicely, it is "elegant room"
, in fact, it is a place for people to show off their prostitution, which is similar to the "hourly room" of a modern hotel.
The maid led Fang Zheng in many twists and turns, making him feel dizzy. In the middle, Fang Zheng wanted to strike up a conversation with her, but she ignored her and kept humming, making Fang Zheng so angry that he wanted to complain.
After going around so long that Fang Zheng couldn't help but want to protest, the time finally arrived. After the maid took him to the place, she disappeared without even saying hello, raising her head proudly.
The room in front of me looks special than the other private rooms. It is independent of those private rooms and is at the very end of the entire boat. In order to prevent some unscrupulous people from harassing Miss Yanran, there are two muscular men standing at the door.
Male, Fang Zheng knows, these are probably the legendary thugs. They are a unique product of ancient brothels. They basically solve problems that are obviously insurmountable. They are actually an essential tool for collecting debts and forcing girls into prostitution.
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The two muscular men didn't even say hello when they saw Fang Zheng. Perhaps someone had given him instructions. They only looked at him and turned aside to let him in.
Fang Zheng anxiously put his head in first to explore, and then sneaked in like a thief. In fact, he mostly wanted to be like those elegant and elegant young men, waving a folding fan and giving gifts with a coquettish look on his face.
When I walked into a woman's boudoir, I was greeted with a flurry of modesty like "Xiaosheng" and "My humble" as soon as she opened her mouth.
It's a pity that Fang Zheng couldn't do it. He knew that the police uncle would not come to check the ward, but he still felt guilty. As mentioned before, visiting the brothels was a bad thing for the young master Fang. To do bad things, you must have the consciousness and awareness to do bad things.
Posture. At this time, it is more appropriate to be cunning than to be arrogant.
This is the first time that Fang Zheng has entered an ancient woman's boudoir. He is a little shy, but also a little expectant. This kind of mentality is hard to describe, just like a newlywed woman waiting for her husband to enter the bridal chamber. - Hey, are all gentlemen like this?
There was no one in the room, and the boudoir was very simply decorated, which was beyond Fang Zheng's expectation. He thought that for a woman like Yanran who was sought after by everyone, her boudoir must be extremely exquisite and luxurious, with spices from India and gems from Central Asia.
African ivory, Persian carpets, etc., even the toilet is made of pure gold, so that she can live up to her reputation as the most talented person in the capital.
But Fang Zheng didn't expect that her boudoir only had an eight-edge mahogany embroidered stool, a coffee table, a rosewood bed, and a burner of sandalwood burning on the coffee table, and nothing else. Hanging on the wall
There is a calligraphy on it, which says "%￥#—•?" (cursive script, which Fang Dacai does not recognize). Those who know it say it is a woman's boudoir, and those who don't know it think it is the communication room of some small government unit.
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There is no toilet made of pure gold. Living in such a single room, where does she go to the toilet? It's really puzzling. Looking at the simple furnishings in the room, Fang Zheng couldn't help but sigh: "This girl must be very short of money.
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"Phew," Miss Yanran appeared out of nowhere and said with a smile behind Fang Zheng: "This young master is really amazing. I never expected that the young master would comment so much on my boudoir." Her voice was like Oriole Chu's.
Crying, delicate and sweet. It turned out that her speaking voice was so pleasant, Fang Zheng thought that her silence in the hall might be due to a defect in her voice.
Everyone knows that people cannot be perfect. God, you are wrong. This place should be called Nuwa. Nuwa gives you something unique, but at the same time, it will definitely make you inferior to ordinary people in some aspects, such as the one we are familiar with.
Zhang Xizhi, a young idol girl, looks like a fairy and is stunningly beautiful to Guanxi. But when she opens her mouth, she has a duck voice. This is fair, otherwise Guanxi would not only take photos. She would have been waiting for her on a dv machine.
Okay. Another example is Guan Xi, who is handsome enough? But what he said... Well, I won’t say it anymore, it’s off topic.
Yanran seems to be born without flaws. For example, if Nuwa created a human being, it took her a minute to create one of us ordinary people, but Yanran must have been carefully crafted by Nuwa for an hour. Like this
Does she still have flaws? At least Fang Zheng hasn't discovered them yet. Maybe she can find a few when she takes off her clothes? She probably doesn't agree...
Fang Zheng turned around and saw that she had changed her clothes. Her pink dress had been replaced by an elegant white dress. The light makeup had been removed from her face, and she had a plain face that was fresh and refined. She had not applied makeup, which highlighted her natural beauty.
Just like the person walking out of the painting. As the saying goes, "If a girl is pretty, she should be filial." This white dress attracts men's attention more than the pink dress she just wore in the hall. - Use "Bubblingly Beautiful"
"To describe her is already vulgar, but to be more elegant, I would say, "She is so beautiful."
At this moment, she was holding a guqin in her hand, and she was looking at Fang Zheng curiously, with a pair of big and smart eyes wandering up and down, with a smile hidden in them. Fang Zheng twisted his body shyly under her wanton gaze,
I thought to myself: "Could it be that her evaluation of me is 'I'm so handsome?'"
The scene was deserted, and the unreasonably handsome Young Master Fang naturally had to speak first to break the deadlock. So he cupped his hands and said: "Oh, no, I am not right, Master. Oh, no, I have seen Miss Yanran. She is beautiful and fragrant.
, she is as beautiful as a fairy, and she has a beautiful country and a city. I feel pity for her, and I am so attracted to her..." After saying this, Fang Zheng started to shake his head like he was reciting a poem. The more he read, the more smoothly he became fluent. Hey, look at this brother's literary talent!
"Puch!" Yanran covered her mouth and smiled again, saying: "Young Master is really funny. I haven't asked you for your name yet."
"Oh, my surname is Fang, and my given name is only Zheng." Fang Zheng thought for a moment and then added: "You can call me Young Master Fang, or you can call me Handsome Fang. I personally prefer the latter."
Yanran smiled and said: "I will still call you Mr. Fang." After saying this, she sat on the only embroidery stool in the house, holding the guqin in her arms.
Fang Zheng glanced around and sighed. Well, it's too late to start. Standing still, this girl really didn't treat me as a guest.
Yanran chuckled and said, "Why did Mr. Fang sigh?"
Fang Zheng rubbed his nose helplessly and said: "I have no choice but to enter a girl's boudoir. Who told me that I like to show off... Well, ahem, I'm wrong, I am talented. But at least there should be a stool to sit on when guests come.
Have a cup of hot water to drink."
Yanran was still smiling, but a hint of ridicule flashed in her eyes: "When a man enters a woman's boudoir, why bother sitting there pretending to be there? Why not just lie down."
"Ah?" How did you say this? Fang Zheng asked curiously: "It's popular here... to lie down and listen to music?"
Yan Ran smiled and said: "Young Master, don't blame me for being blunt. You men, how can you behave yourself when you enter a woman's boudoir? Listen to the music, haha, it's just an excuse. Do you think there are so many talented people outside, who are outsiders, using their talents to the best of their ability?
, Is it possible to throw away all your money just to listen to Yanran play a piece of music?"
Yanran's smile has turned cold: "Why don't you fall in love with Yanran's skin? He can hold Yanran, the courtesan who is the best in appearance, talent, and piano skills in the capital, in his arms and do whatever he wants. Even if he can't really achieve good things, he will definitely tell it.
Will it also make a man’s face shine?”
I'm afraid this girl has misunderstood. Does this young master look like that kind of lecherous person? Fang Zheng was about to explain, when Yanran sighed again: "Since Yanran is trapped in a land of dust and fireworks, she has long known that such a day would come.
Mr. Fang, you and I met by chance, so if what I said just now is offensive, please don’t argue with this little girl."
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "Miss Yanran, I just asked the girl for a stool to sit on and a cup of hot water to drink. Other than that, I didn't make any extra requests? I didn't expect to offend you so much. I won't sit down anymore."
Isn’t that enough?”
Yanran widened her eyes and said, "Are you...really just here to listen to the music?"
"It's not just to listen to the music. In fact, I don't understand it at all. It's okay if you don't play it. Just think that I'm just visiting. Is everything okay? It's okay. I'm leaving. You can take a rest and say goodbye." This girl can't be messed with.
Get up and walk away as a good strategy. Fang Zheng casually raised his hands and prepared to get out of the way.