However, this is just what he thought, in the eyes of the fish people, everyone who came to Fengyun Tower was doing it for that reason.
Whether you are elegant or not, you will be naked and impatient even in a short time.
There really is no difference.
It's just that, like the young master in front of me, it's rare to come to Fengyue Tower in the heat of the afternoon.
"Sir, do you want a wandering oriole, a mature concubine, a court lady, or an oiran?"
"Do you want the dining room downstairs or the incense room on the second floor?"
"If the spirit stone is suitable, Fengyue Tower has another courtyard where the young master can stay permanently."
The fishman first led Mu Nan to the tea room, asked Turtle Claw to bring a cup of good spirit tea, and asked Mu Nan for his opinion.
In fact, it is another way of introduction.
You can also judge the guest's worth through the guest's expression and look during the conversation.
"Second floor! Clear the hall!"
Mu Nan did not choose a separate courtyard or a private dining room, but chose the incense room.
The seemingly ordinary conversation made the fishman look at him with admiration: He is so familiar, he is a frequent visitor to Fengyue Place!
"Young Master Yaxing!"
Fengyuelou guests are divided into three classes.
The low-class guests are mortal dignitaries who like wandering warblers and mature concubines, which not only satisfies their inner desire for possession of the monks, but also satisfies their physical needs.
Most of the middle-class customers are monks who come here because of the reputation. They like Qingguan who is talented in playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, has outstanding appearance, and is good at performing arts but not selling himself.
Holding someone's hand and coquettishly talking about it all night, they euphemistically call it: ideal.
Most of the high-class guests are members of sects or young men from aristocratic families, and they like to pay a lot of money to compete for the oiran.
After all, the oiran's purple color is outstanding and has extraordinary skills. In addition to physical and mental enjoyment, it can also highlight one's own identity.
The fishman has been working in Fengyue Tower for half his life. The moment he saw Mu Nan, he guessed that he would choose to clear the house.
Therefore, when Mu Nan mentioned Xiangjian Qingguan, he blurted out the words that had been brewing in his heart.
"I wonder if the young master has a Qingguan that he knows well?"
Most of the young masters who come to Feng Yue Tower come from admiration. Whether it is their first time or a regular visitor, the murlocs will always ask this question.
He doesn't sell it without permission just because the young master in front of him is a frequent customer of Fengyue.
First, it shows respect for the guest's wishes, and second, it is to find out whether it is an introduction from an acquaintance.
"Bring a few and I'll choose!"
Mu Nan spoke casually, but it made the fish man a little embarrassed.
I’ve seen people who were dissatisfied with substitutions, I’ve seen people who asked for three or five, but I’ve never seen people who were asked to bring a few of their own choice.
Yu Xinxin said: "Could it be that Feng Yue Tower can't keep up with the development of the times?"
However, since the guests have requests, Fengyue Tower should comply with them.
The purpose of Fengyue Tower has always been: in the building, only the guests can’t imagine it, but Fengyue Tower can’t do it.
After explaining a few words to Ghost Claw, the fish man once again led Mu Nan to the Xiangjian: the room with the word "di".
"Sir, please wait a moment. You came a little early, and the Qing Dynasties are still dressing up."
"Not urgent."
Mu Nan looked around the entire room. Under the antique style, the pink silk combination made the atmosphere even more ambiguous.
Especially the 10,000-person bed in the room is much larger than an ordinary bed.
It is similar to the earthen kang in the previous life.
The teacups, teapots, and wine glasses that catch your eye are not ordinary objects.
Considering that the murlocs all have the early stage of foundation building, and Fengyue Tower only accepts spirit stones, no matter how precious the pots and pans are in this world, they are not worth much here.
After a while, the fishman called Mr. Quan as a reminder, and then clapped his hands.
A row of women holding pipa and guqin entered the room one by one with half-covered faces and small steps.
At a glance, they were all in the early stage of Qi refining.
Not to mention her beauty.
These Qingguan are also extraordinary in the world of cultivation.
The reason why he was living in Feng Yue Tower was because his sect had fallen, or he was avoiding a vendetta, or he was wandering around in search of resources.
There are also those who hope to be favored by some sect boss and take them to the sky.
Fengyuelou will never engage in trafficking or coercion.
Mu Nan's eyes wandered back and forth on the faces of the seven Qing Guan, and finally pointed at Qing Guan wearing a red waistcoat.
He dared to swear by Xie Huaigu's Daoist heart that it was definitely not out of any hobbies.
It’s just that the red is more eye-catching!
The fishman understands.
While leading the other Qingguans out, he did not forget to say: "Young Master, have fun, and call me anytime if you need anything."
"clatter!"
When the door closed, the woman left behind began to speak.
"The slave family asked about spring and met the young master."
Wenchun took off her veil, performed a slight blessing ceremony, and looked at the young man in front of her with eyes full of awe.
"No need to be polite."
Mu Nan motioned to Wenchun to sit down and asked, "Are you a demon?"
"Sir, the slave family is a peach demon who has been granted the title of peach demon. If you have a demon status, please don't worry about it, sir."
Although the little demon in the Qi refining stage understands the art of transformation, his body is still a demon.
Unlike the giant monster in the Transformation Realm, once the monster reaches the Transformation Realm, it becomes a real human body and can call itself a human being without the need for transformation.
Of course, Mu Nan didn't have any particular thoughts about a peach tree.
It's just that Wenchun's identity was too conspicuous among the crowd who entered the room, and he was just curious for a moment.
After all, I have heard many legends about Fengyue Tower, but I have never heard of a little demon serving in it.
"I don't mind it at all."
Mu Nan shook his head.
No matter which Taoist sect gave the demon registration, the Xuntian Prison will have records.
The demon who has received the imperial seal is equivalent to not being a black man, but the same as a human monk.
"Young master, do you want to listen to music? Sing a cappella? Play chess? Or do you have other fun that you can share with me?"
Mu Nan didn't know what to do.
Qingguan was quite different from the entertainment venue in his previous life, so he said, "Today you make the decision."
Wenchun smiled slightly.
"The slave family can have a drink with the young master, play two songs, and wait for the young master's comments."
For example, like Qingguan, except for the two spiritual stones that enter the room, which must be divided with the Fengyue Tower, the bulk of the reward lies in the guest's consumption.
However, Fengyue Tower never talks about the cost to its guests, and is not afraid that the guests cannot afford the spiritual stones.
Fengyue Tower has a good reputation. The last person who had no eyes for it was a person who had sex in vain, and his soul was still trapped in the dry well in the backyard.
As for Fengyue Tower's confidence, Mu Nan didn't know at this time.
All I know is that for thousands of years, Feng Yue Tower has remained the same Feng Yue Tower, still standing.
"Then let's serve two pots of spirit wine, a few plates of snacks, and listen to the girl sing a few songs for entertainment."
"Young Master is a little nervous? Why are you sitting so solemnly?"
Wen Chun smiled without showing his teeth and was slightly annoyed.
Then Yingying walked to the door to explain, and came to the table again: "How about I sing a song for you first to lighten the atmosphere?"
Mu Nan asked: "Do you know Xizhou music?"
"Xizhou Song?"
After Wenchun searched his memory, he blushed and shook his head: "The slave family has never heard what the young master said, so the young master laughed."
"Remembering the plum blossoms that went to Xizhou, folded and sent to the north of the Yangtze River. The single shirt is apricot red, and the temples are the color of crows."
Mu Nan chanted a few sentences and asked again: "Have you never heard of this song?"
The Xizhou song of the Southern and Northern Dynasties is known as the boundless lovesickness.
He had heard guzheng music scores before, most of which were forcibly echoed by later generations. Bringing it up here is just a coincidence.
Wen Chun still shook his head blankly, and then said: "The lyrics are really good. If the master is interested and willing to teach me, the slave family can find pen and ink, write down the lyrics, and let the slave master gain insights."
Mu Nan replied truthfully: "Only words."
"The slave family knows a little about composing music, but I don't know whether it will suit the master's wishes."
"If Miss Wenchun can compose music, why not give it a try?"
"Thank you very much, sir. I'll go get the pen and ink right now."
He is a soft-hearted person who does not know how to refuse.
I also want Xizhou Opera to be spread in the Da Feng Dynasty.
After all, Dafeng Dynasty cannot live without Xizhou Qu, just like the West cannot live without Jerusalem.
The Qing dynasty must be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and Wen Chun's pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready just as he was talking.
Mu Nan exhaled and wrote lightly.
...Where is Xizhou? Two oars bridge crossing. At dusk, shrike flies, the wind blows on the black mortar tree...the sea water is dreaming, you are worried and I am worried too. The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou.
Forty characters, each word is painted with iron and painted with silver hooks, and every sentence is written with horizontal strokes of ink.
It made Wenchun exclaim, "Good words and good words."
"The master's words must be framed and appreciated all the time! But with such good words, the slaves dare not show off their shallow knowledge, for fear of insulting the artistic conception of the whole word!"
Perhaps he was really attracted by Mu Nan's calligraphy. Wen Chun was slightly panicked when he went out holding the silk paper.
I accidentally dropped my waist tag.
Mu Nan smiled, picked up the waist card and put it on the table.
When Wen Chunzhe returned to the room, he said with a color on his face: "Tell me, what's going on?"
