These days, beauty is always available, but money is not always available.
There are many beauties of all kinds at the emperor's feet, but money is still so scarce.
People who can be so free and easy to take out so much cash are rare once a month.
The girls surrounded Bai Song and Qing'er. They were tired of being in Bai Song's arms and clinging to Qing'er.
Bai Song hugged him happily, but he was also curious, glancing at Qing'er to see how he coped.
Unexpectedly, this Qing'er was not shy, like a veteran in love, she would not refuse the three pretty girls who came to her, and she did not forget to smile at Bai Song when she was surrounded by them.
But there is always a feeling between the girl and the girl. Even if Qing'er can move freely, the smell of the woman can't be hidden. The girls gradually discovered that Qing'er's chest was soft, and they were a little surprised, but they couldn't help it. Break.
After all, what is earned is money, and money does not distinguish between men and women.
However, Qing'er gradually had enough of playing around. She probably learned bad things after being with Bai Song for a long time. She slapped the girl's buttocks and pushed the three girls into Bai Song's arms, and started drinking with her own glass.
"Young Master is here, but I don't know which noble family he belongs to? I don't know how to call the slave family..."
The girls expected that this little brother had a good background, and it was a happy time to bring such a handsome girl to the flower house.
Bai Song didn't answer. For a while, there were so many girls around that he couldn't handle it. Fortunately, at this time, the madam came out of the inner building, ran to Bai Song's side, and said with a smile: "You two, Miss Mingyue is waiting upstairs. .”
Qing'er threw a piece of silver and said, "Aren't you having guests?"
The old bustard took the money, beaming with joy, and bowed repeatedly with a smile: "Oh my god, what are you talking about, sir! These girls are all ignorant and talking nonsense. Not everyone in our family can meet Miss Mingyue. Yes, I have to meet two such handsome young men."
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The fourth floor of Yingyue Building has a large attic hall.
An ordinary four-story attic in ancient times could only accommodate two or three rooms on the top floor.
But Yingyue Tower has an unusual structure. In addition to several private rooms, there is also a hall where six or seven tables can be arranged. It can be said that it is unique in the Tang Dynasty, so it is famous in the city.
The scenery in the lobby is the best. You can see the vast wilderness of Qiqujiang Lake in the distance. The lake breeze is blowing away. You can also feel it when you live upstairs. The coolness is very refreshing.
At a glance, Bai Song saw countless people repairing palaces behind the lake, while some Turks were galloping by the lake, feeling very unhappy.
There are still three or five tables of guests in the upstairs hall, and each table has its own girl. They do not interfere with each other, and they are laughing and chatting constantly, showing the frivolity of the flower house.
People were in the building, looking down at the palace. They saw the defeated foreigners standing above the common people of the Tang Dynasty, riding their horses and whipping their whips, shouting and shouting casually. From the perspective of an outsider from the Bai Song Dynasty, this situation was a bit confusing.
Bai Song understood the emperor's difficulties, but he also truly felt aggrieved for the people of Tang Dynasty.
I really feel the same when thinking about the sentence "Going up to the upstairs of the Yingyue Tower, looking at the river, are you worried?"
For a time, the mood of looking for flowers and willows in the name of business suddenly faded a lot. Bai Song looked at the water of Qujiang infatuatedly, thinking that maybe one day, there would be less ethnic distinctions, and maybe there would be no such sentimentality. In love.
"Qinghai has a clear sky, and the water and sky are the same.
When the autumn coolness is celebrated, we cook for pigs and dogs. "
The drunken recitation of poetry came from the side. Bai Song turned his head to look and saw a young man in green shirt holding a glass in one hand and a pot in the other. He was drunk and leaning on the railing. After reciting the poem, he laughed wildly again. After laughing wildly for a few times, he spat the drink at the door onto the street with a "poof" sound.
This is great!
Downstairs was a bustling market, and the drink falling from the sky caused countless shouts and curses.
This drunken young man didn't know how to avoid it, but instead became rampant. Hearing the constant cursing below, he even spilled a bottle of wine!
The street suddenly exploded. Some people were hiding, some were filled with indignation, and some were about to come upstairs. Fortunately, they were stopped by the girl soliciting customers.
Qing'er frowned and motioned to Bai Song to step back. No matter in which era, people don't want to meet a drunkard.
Bai Song sat further away, looked away and looked at the man again. Suddenly he felt that this man looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
Bai Song thought for a moment, and suddenly there was a face corresponding to it. It was during the exam at Yongxing Academy!
Bai Song didn't know the name of this person, but he remembered that this person had gone through four rounds of exams like him, and he performed well in the last round, and he didn't know whether he was ranked third or fourth.
In other words, this drunk maniac is Bai Song's classmate.
At this time again, an elegant woman wearing a yellow shirt and holding a long piano walked upstairs. Every step she made was extremely restrained and orderly, like a brilliant autumn chrysanthemum, unique among many girls.
"This is Miss Mingyue." Qing'er whispered beside her.
The old bustard was in front, leading Mingyue to Bai Song. Seeing Bai Song's face glowing with peach blossoms, she fell in love with her. She wished she was Miss Mingyue and took the initiative to embrace her.
"Mingyue!" A low shout came from the side, and it was the drunkard maniac who shouted.
The madam turned her head, glared at the man with disgust, greeted the other two girls in a low voice, and gave some instructions.
Several girls gathered around the drunkard and dragged him aside.
Miss Mingyue watched the drunk man being taken away, the smile on her face gradually faded, and she looked back at the drunk man, a little worried.
"Hey, young master, Miss Mingyue is here."
The madam dragged Mingyue to Bai Song and glared at her, obviously reminding her what to do at this time.
Mingyue turned her head and looked at Bai Song with her smile restored. Yingying bowed: "The Mingyue of the slave family has met the young master and met the young master. What should I call the slave family?"
As he spoke, he silently placed the long piano he was holding on the piano stand next to the table.
"Bai Song."
"Mr. Bai Song, the slave family is justified."
"I heard that the girl is famous. I would like to ask her to perform at the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival on August 15th to represent the newly opened Mobai Bank in Dongshi. I wonder if she has any free time that day?"
Miss Mingyue was slightly startled. She didn't expect that today's guests were not just here to have fun. The Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival happens every year. It is an occasion for merchants and literati to become famous, and it is also a place for girls in various flower houses in the capital to compete for victory.
If a girl wants to be famous, she must first be supported by a big merchant. If no merchant comes to invite her, even if she has great skills, she will not be able to show off her skills at the lantern festival.
Merchants contributed funds, literati wrote lyrics, and girls sang.
Three-party cooperation, win-win situation for all three parties.
When the madam heard this, she was immediately happy.
Although my Mingyue is famous and has a voice, it is a pity that she has no chance. This girl has not been to the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival yet, and she is worried that she will not have any benefactors to invite her!
Today's two young masters are extraordinary, and they are worthy of their own Mingyue's worth. They happily interrupted: "I have time, I have time, of course I have time! It's just that the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival is extraordinary, and this money is just..."
"Silver is a trivial matter." Qing'er interrupted, "As long as Miss Mingyue performs a song, you can get a thousand taels of silver."
hiss……
The madam almost bit her tongue.
Mingyue's pretty face turned pale.
A thousand taels of silver? !
"Is this a joke?" the madam asked in horror.
"Do you think we are joking?" Qing'er replied calmly.
"No, no... of course you two are not that kind of people, but this... this... a thousand taels of silver... I have been running Quchifang for many years, and this is the first time I have met such a wealthy person as you two..."
Even a well-known courtesan in the capital could not afford the price of a singing girl for the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival. The price offered by Mobai Bank was simply too outrageous.
This price is Bai Song's consideration. Firstly, the bank can afford the expense. Secondly, because no one pays a sky-high price to hire a singer, this matter itself is highly topical. Even if it cannot gain a good reputation at the lantern festival, this matter Spreading things out is also very effective in publicity.
Bai Song looked at the girl in front of him who suddenly became nervous, smiled and asked, "Miss Mingyue, are you interested in this?"
"Yes, yes! Of course there is!" The old bustard interrupted again.
Qing'er frowned: "You don't have the final say on this matter."
The madam was so anxious that she was sweating. She nudged Ming Yue with her elbow. Ming Yue just came to her senses and nodded again and again to express her willingness.
Qing'er added: "It's not just a girl who just nods."
"Then what else?" the madam asked.
"I want my young master to see the girl's talent and think that the girl's talent is worthy of my family's name."
"Hey, young master, you have found the right person now. Our Mingyue is well-known. Go out and ask around. Is there anyone around who doesn't know "Wang Jiang Sorrow" or who doesn't know Mingyue's name? How about you? Now let Mingyue perform a song for the two young masters?"
Bai Song nodded.
The madam winked at Mingyue and told her to behave well.
Mingyue was a little nervous. She probably had never encountered such a big deal before. She wiped her sweat first, then carefully adjusted the strings. After listening to the pitch, she saluted Bai Song: "Mr. Bai, I've made a fool of myself."
After saying that, you put your finger on the string and enter the music. The clear and crisp sound of the piano is as cool as the water of the Qujiang River. The sound of the orioles carries the breeze by the lake. As soon as you hear it, the wind goes upstairs, blowing the wine in the garden and filling your head with excitement. The landscape outside the building loses its color, just like the sky entering Kyushu.
"The river water has clear flowers and some are turbid, the light of Lingbo Lake reflects the mountains, the girl from the small building is taking off her clothes, please stay here, sir, please drink, sir, what you can't drink is wine, what you can't forget is sorrow..."
"Is it the song "Looking at the River Sorrow"?" Bai Song asked softly against Qing'er's face while listening to the little song.
Qinger nodded.
"The lyrics are pretty good, but the singing is a little worse than Qing'er's."
Slender jade fingers hit Bai Song's face and pushed him away. He smiled half-smiling but it was quite helpful: "Stop fooling around and listen carefully."
In the middle of the song, there was an angry sound from behind, and as the wine bottle shattered, the drunk maniac pushed away several girls and rushed over.
"Mingyue! You can only sing with me!"
A big hand inserted into the piano and got stuck between the strings. It drew blood from the man's hand and broke the strings at the same time.
The fascinating singing and piano music suddenly stopped at the same time.
