The city of Shenjing is divided into inner and outer parts. The inner city was rebuilt from the capital of the Yuan Dynasty and has nine gates in total. Therefore, the government offices stationed in the inner city and guarding the Nine Gates were called the Nine Gates Infantry Patrol Offices. In addition to the royal palace, the nine gates are mostly the residences of princes, nobles, officials and ministers.
The outer city of Shenjing was built during the reign of Emperor Shizong of the former Ming Dynasty. It had many merchants and merchants and was several times more prosperous than the inner city.
Brother Rong and his entourage rode horses and walked around the outer city.
This was the first time that he experienced the prosperity of Shenjing so clearly. As Feng Ziying and others had not gone far, he saw from a distance a pavilion with colorful flags flying and lanterns hanging high, standing at the intersection of the street. Although its general architecture is not as grand as the official residences in the inner city, it stands out from the crowd in the outer city.
Feng Ziying seemed to be a regular visitor here, and she led a few people in with ease.
"Mr. Feng, you are here." An old madam dressed in red and green clothes immediately twisted her waist to greet him, with the powder on her face thicker than putty. Brother Rong looked at it and felt like a monster, and he felt even less interested.
Xue Pan asked the old bustard for her name, and he was obviously a regular customer here.
The old madam smiled and said: "The girl is waiting for Mr. Xue. From that day on, she has been thinking about it a lot, and she wants to talk about lyrics and songs with Mr. Xue again."
After listening to the old bustard's words, Uncle Rong's eyes were opened. He didn't expect that Xue Pan knew lyrics and music?
Wei Ruolan, like Jia Rong, looked around the building curiously, and it was obviously new to him.
Feng Ziying did not lead a few people upstairs. Instead, she asked the old madam to take them to a small courtyard behind the building.
The entourage brought by Feng Ziying guarded the courtyard door, and Brother Rong followed him in. He saw that the decoration was not bad compared with his own courtyard. Not only does this courtyard not have the smell of fireworks in the building, but it also adds an elegance.
Brother Rong followed a few people into the room. The furnishings in the room were even better, and there was a light fragrance in the room. If Jia Rong hadn't known that this was a brothel, he would have mistaken it for a courtyard in a prince's mansion.
Inside the house, there is a "Picture of Wealth and Honor in the Yutang" by the famous contemporary artist Chen Zhongli on the left, and a "Picture of Mountains and Forests" by Lu Penying on the right.
Brother Rong and others had just sat down when the Madam brought some girls to accompany them. Xue Pan was not polite. He was overjoyed when he saw one of them and pulled him into his arms with one hand.
Feng Ziying smiled and ordered: "There is no need to stand. Why don't you sit next to the young masters and help pour the wine?"
Xue Pan didn't have to wait for Feng Ziying's instructions. He had already stretched out a pair of devil's claws to grope the girl in his arms. The girl pushed and pulled reservedly, but it was only a superficial project, and the two of them ignored the others and played around.
Seeing Jia Rong sitting so seriously, Feng Ziying was surprised and said: "It's been a while since I last saw you. Brother Rong has completely changed his temperament."
Wei Ruolan, however, remained silent and looked ashamed, looking like a young brother.
Brother Rong laughed dryly and said, "It's just something I'm not used to."
"Sure enough, she has been enlightened by the immortal. It is different from before." Feng Ziying laughed and sent someone to ask: "When will Miss Sulan come here? We are here today because of her name."
The old madam came in and apologized: "I'm accusing the young masters of this. Miss Sulan is singing to the distinguished guests in the courtyard next to her. She can't leave now."
Jia Rong frowned. She couldn't be so unlucky that she encountered a bloody scene that could only be seen in novels on her first visit to the brothel. Why do two young men compete for a brothel girl, so the two sides compete with each other, and in the end one person inexplicably stands out to overpower both parties and win the brothel girl's heart?
Sure enough, Feng Ziying asked dissatisfiedly: "Which family is the young master from?"
The old madam apologized: "That young master has extraordinary bearing. I have never seen him before, but he is followed by a brother from Qiu Duwei's family."
Jia Rong's brows furrowed even more, this must be too bloody.
Isn't the brother of Qiu Duwei's family Qiu Jiheng?
Feng Ziying also frowned at this time and asked: "How do you call that person named Qiu?"
The old bustard said: "It seems that Mr. Qiu calls him the third master. I don't know which family he belongs to."
After hearing the name 'Mr. Mistress', Feng Ziying relaxed her brows and said, "Forget it then. Don't rush her. Let Miss Su Lan serve the mistress."
Jia Rong was very surprised. Is there anyone else in this sacred city that Feng Ziying can be afraid of? Asked: "Who is this mistress?"
Wei Ruolan said quickly: "Don't say it, let's not mention him again."
Feng Ziying also had the same attitude, and said with a chuckle: "Since we can't hear Miss Su Lan's music, we can just sing a few lines ourselves."
Before leaving, the old bustard mentioned from the side: "The pavilion has recently added a girl named Xianmei, and her songwriting skills are not as good as those of Su Lan."
Feng Ziying nodded, and then the old madam led the people in through the side door, directly behind the white sand curtain on the side. Brother Rong looked curiously, but couldn't see her face clearly. He could only see the outline of a slender figure.
Suddenly, there was only a clear sound of 'dong', and the sound of the pipa was clear and sweet, like the sound of a fairy. The guy Xue Pan next to him only looked at the figure behind the white gauze and didn't even play with the fun in his hands.
I just heard the girl in Xue Pan's arms say shyly: "Uncle, you are bad, you have offended others."
Except for the woman's voice, there was no sound in the room.
Feng Ziying waved her hand to the girl next to her to stop pouring wine, for fear that her voice would disturb the sound of the piano. Everyone just listened to the sound of the piano, like a fine spring gurgling down a mountain stream.
Then I saw the figure behind the white gauze holding a pipa and playing it lightly with ten fingers, and another heavenly sound floated in, coming from far to near. As the woman named Xianmei moved her fingers quickly, the continuous music sounded like the patter of spring rain. Listening carefully, Brother Rong seemed to have entered a fantasy world. There was a steady drizzle outside the house, and a slender and tragic woman stood by the window sill opposite, making her cry.
The woman finally opened her mouth to sing, clear and gentle, lonely and pitiful, as if she was telling her tragic life experience.
The song is over.
Xue Pan suddenly stood up and walked straight towards the white gauze. Feng Ziying reacted and shouted, "Brother Xue Shi, no."
The woman who said goodbye put down her pipa, stood up, and walked slowly out from behind the white gauze. A pair of tender eyes seem to have the ability to captivate people, even a veteran like Brother Rong is a little distracted.
Not to mention Xue Pan, Wei Ruolan, Feng Ziying and others. At this moment, each of these three people was feeling more uncomfortable than the other. Wei Ruolan's face turned red and she didn't dare to look at her. Xue Pan looked like a pig brother, as if he had lost three souls and seven souls.
Feng Ziying was not much better, breathing rapidly.
Xianmei bowed to a few people and said, "Young lady, you are very polite."
Just this sound made Xue Pan and Wei Ruolan shiver.
These two guys are really embarrassing. Brother Rong gave her a disdainful look, then looked at Xianmei carefully. Although her appearance and makeup were beautiful, that was all.
Although he has no special eye for brothel girls, he has had more contact with them in the past and knows their temperaments. So he nodded without interest and asked her to continue playing a few more songs that she was good at.
When night fell, it was time for Jia Rong and his party to return home. According to the laws of the Yan Dynasty, any son of an official who dares to stay overnight in a brothel will not only be fucked by his official rank, but will also receive a sixty-year-old cane. So, it's okay for them to come here to drink flower wine and listen to some songs.
What you really have to do is to find a prostitute like Xue Pan to get some benefits. Or, like Jia Zhen did, just buy it back with money.
On the way back home, Jia Rong looked at the three people who were so distracted that they were afraid that they would fall off their horses.
