Lin Xiaolu smiled politely, and while several turtle men helped him pat the snow off his body, he asked casually:
"Where's Yingge?"
"Yingge hasn't left work yet." The mother in charge said with a smile without changing her face:
"She hasn't been feeling well these past two days. I asked her to go back to work at the end of the day. She is probably resting at home now."
Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu said "hmm", exchanged a few words with the woman in front of him, and then led Ling Wei, who was looking around, towards the stairs next to the brothel hall.
Walking on the stairs hung with colorful lanterns, Ling Wei asked curiously: "Shopkeeper Xiao Lin, who is the Qing Guanren?"
Lin Xiaolu responded slowly while following Mr. Turtle in front of him upstairs:
"Qing Guanren refers to some women who are good at performing arts but not selling themselves. They are usually trained by brothels since childhood. They are all-round talents who can sing songs, play chess, speak lyrics, and play the piano."
"Oh, that's it. What does the red shopkeeper mean?" Ling Wei continued to ask.
"Red brothels are women like Yingge who sell themselves." Lin Xiaolu said without hesitation: "Most of them are brothels who joined brothels halfway in order to make more money to make a living. They are not like the Qing brothels who were trained from an early age, so I don’t have any special skills, so I can only make some hard money by doing some flesh and blood business.”
"Oh..." Ling Wei agreed in a daze, and then whispered:
"I thought the brothels were all for girls selling their bodies, but I didn't expect there were some who weren't selling their bodies."
Lin Xiaolu smiled when he heard this and explained:
"There are no absolutes in everything. It is unrealistic to say that a charlatan will never accept guests for the rest of his life. After all, those talented and flirty people who hang out in Fengyue venues are not just here to listen to one or two songs. As long as the bid is high enough, the charlatan will There is always a time when people relent.
The so-called Qinghuan who sells his art but not his body is actually a way of driving up his social status. How can a place like a brothel and brothel be truly clean? As long as the bid is high enough, the price given can reach the Qinghuan's heart. If it is expected, then their right to comb can be bought, which means the first time on the night of virginity. "
Hearing this, Ling Wei roughly understood and asked with a wicked smile:
"Shopkeeper Xiao Lin, how many maids have you bought the right to comb?"
Lin Xiaolu shook his head and followed Mr. Gui to the corridor on the second floor of Furongfang. He passed by one beautiful girl after another and said:
"I have no interest in women's sex. Besides, buying the right to comb someone's hair is basically the same as buying the whole family. I want to take them back as my concubine. It's too troublesome. I am also a practicing person. I am pure in heart. If you have few desires, you don’t deserve these troubles.”
While walking and chatting along the way, Lin Xiaolu followed Mr. Gui to a private room. Here, relying on the corridor, one could overlook the scene of the hall on the first floor through the hollow wooden windows.
The decoration in the room is also good, red sandalwood incense has been ordered, fruits, snacks, drinks and dishes have been served, and because it is snowing today and the weather is cold, there is a heater in the private room, which is warm and comfortable.
As soon as Lin Xiaolu and Ling Wei sat down against the hollow window, Mr. Turtle asked flatteringly if he would let the waiter come up.
Lin Xiaolu nodded naturally, then poured himself a glass of wine and drank it comfortably.
Ling Wei in front of her looked around curiously, holding a piece of mung bean cake in her hand and eating it happily.
"It's nice here, the environment is pretty good, but the wine is not as good as the wine brewed by shopkeeper Xiao Lin."
Lin Xiaolu smiled, threw an fennel bean into his mouth, drank all the wine in the small celadon glass in one gulp, spit out the alcohol and said with a smile:
"Although there is only one brothel in Mudan Town, Furongfang, its scale is actually not small. Most of the people who come to this brothel on weekdays are businessmen who come to Peony Town to do business, or they come here to enjoy the peonies when they are in bloom. Literati and poets all have some spare money in their pockets, so although Furongfang is small in scale, it is well-equipped with all the internal organs, including the quality of the waiters, food, drinks, decoration, etc., which are no worse than those of the big brothels."
Lin Xiaolu was talking and drinking, and not long after, two servants walked into the private room side by side.
The two women were about sixteen to seventeen years old, with pretty faces and dark green dresses. Because there was a heater in the room, they were not cold, and their clothes were not too revealing. With her shoulders covered and a smile on her face, she showed off her girlish figure.
"The slave family has met shopkeeper Xiao Lin." The two girls nodded to Lin Xiaolu.
Lin Xiaolu, who was drinking, casually said "Hmm", glanced at the Yao Qin and Xian Tao they carried with them, and asked with a smile:
"Can you two girls sing the Palace of Eternal Life?"
"Yes, yes, we sisters are very good at it." The girl holding Yao Qin said with a red face, her eyes peeking at Lin Xiaolu.
Lin Xiaolu is very famous in Mudan Town, and very mysterious. No one knows his background, origin, or even his name. However, he has always spent a lot of money, and the wine he brews is famous far and wide. He is also extremely handsome. Compared with those with a big belly, An older prostitute, such a handsome and pleasant young man who only drinks plain wine, is naturally more likable.
Soon, in the warm elegant room, two girls, one playing the piano and the other plucking the strings, started singing a song. Lin Xiaolu sat at the table, holding his cheek with one hand and holding a delicate wine glass in the other, listening happily. , at this moment, the golden candlelight in the brothel penetrated through the gap in the hollow wooden window, leaving a conspicuous golden belt on the face of his delicate young man, and the belt just fell on his blurred eyes, like a special The golden horizontal bars that illuminated his eyes made his eyes seem to start to glow with a golden light.
This scene was very beautiful, and it also added a lot of mystery to the boy's handsomeness. Ling Wei across the table was so stunned that she mumbled with mung bean cake in her mouth:
"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, you are truly the most mysterious and stylish person I have ever seen. You are also good-looking. I think you are too talented to open a tavern. You should come here to sell yourself and be designated as the top one."
Lin Xiaolu:......
In front of him, the boy glared at the girl, and then closed his eyes. He was too lazy to pay attention to the silly girl in front of him, and continued to hold his forehead and appreciate Ru Nong's soft-spoken Jiangnan singing.
For a period of time after that, Lin Xiaolu just drank and listened to music happily, while Ling Wei ate the pastries here, and her little mouth didn't stop. Maybe she didn't realize it, but she opened an item by herself. new skills.
As time went by, the number of customers in the brothel gradually increased, and the girls' coquettish laughter and the guests' teasing became more and more frequent. Several girls sang other operas in the hall downstairs. Lin Xiaolu He listened to everyone who came, and he was in a good mood at this time, very comfortable. But just as he was listening in rapt attention, a discordant blasting sound suddenly came from downstairs, which directly broke his good mood.
"Where's that little bitch from yesterday? Let her accompany me! I like people who are tough and silent, and I have to make her say it this time!"
Lin Xiaolu, who was listening to the music, frowned slightly and opened his eyes in the hollow light and shadow.
Downstairs, the mother in charge’s flattering and laughing voice sounded:
"My lord, Yingge is not feeling well, and she hasn't come yet. I'll give you another girl, do you think?"
"Who do you think you are! She screamed yesterday when she felt unwell! If she didn't call me, how could I know that she was unwell? Don't you think so?"
"Hahahahaha~" a burst of laughter sounded.
