Pingkangfang is a gathering place for Goulan, with both government-backed Jiaofangsi and private brothels.
All kinds of classes are also fully opened for entertainment and entertainment for princes, grandsons, children of nobles, wealthy businessmen, traffickers and people from all walks of life.
For example, Zui Xiaoxiang, whom Zhao Xun visited before, is the leader among private brothels in Pingkangfang.
Only this time Zhao Xun planned to change his taste.
Although Jiaofangsi offers prostitution for free, the categories are too single and boring. High-end brothels have a solitary character, and the girls there will talk to you about life and ideals as soon as you go there. Platonic love is fruitless.
Even if you eat delicacies from the mountains and seas every day, you will get tired of them sooner or later.
This time Zhao Xun went to a little-known ordinary brothel - Sanjiang Pavilion.
The reason why he didn't go to those head hooks was not because Zhao Xun couldn't afford the money, but because he wanted to keep a low profile.
Zhao Xun is now considered a celebrity, and countless popular courtesans in brothels want to please Zhao Xun, just to get a poem and a half from Zhao Xun.
But Zhao Xun also knew that poetry should not be too common, otherwise it would not be valuable.
Of course, the reason why Zhao Xun chose this seemingly ordinary Sanjiang Pavilion from hundreds of Goulan tile houses was largely because of its name.
As a liberal arts student with a professional background, Zhao Xun has also written online articles. Like millions of fellow writers on the Internet, Zhao Xun yearns for the name Sanjiang.
There was a popular saying in the circle at that time: Sanjiang abused me thousands of times, and I treated Sanjiang like my first love.
A proper dog-licking gesture.
Although Zhao Xun is very devout, there are too many monks and too little rice. Zhao Xun tried his best but failed to get the recommendation from Sanjiang.
When Zhao Xun saw the name Sanjiang Pavilion again in the Great Zhou Empire, he felt extremely friendly.
Recalling the experience of writing online articles in his previous life, Zhao Xun felt a little self-deprecating.
It was as if the editor shouted "Authors, the article has been written", and Zhao Xun and the others would rush towards Sanjiang Pavilion like crazy.
Well, it tastes like that.
Just think of it as a tribute to that lost life.
Zhao Xun had a very Buddhist mentality and followed Jia Xingwen and Wangcai into Sanjiang Pavilion.
As soon as he entered Sanjiang Pavilion, Zhao Xun felt that the brothel was very elegantly decorated and the atmosphere was very unusual.
"This bamboo is a plus."
Chang'an is truly in the north, and the north is not suitable for growing bamboo, but Sanjiang Pavilion seems to have maintained the bamboo very well, and there is no sign of yellowing or decay at all.
"Brother Mingyun, you seem to be very satisfied with Sanjiang Pavilion."
There is something unclear about the prosperity of wealth. In terms of luxury, this Sanjiang Pavilion is not as good as those first-tier brothels or even some second-tier brothels.
But Zhao Xun seems to have a special liking for Sanjiang Pavilion. Why is this?
"You don't understand, whether you have been to Sanjiang Pavilion or not, your life is completely different."
Zhao Xun smiled bitterly and shook his head. It was impossible for Wangcai to understand what he meant.
"The water of the three rivers is clear, so I can wash my tassel; the water of the three rivers is turbid, so I can wash my feet."
Zhao Xun chanted casually, attracting the attention of all the scholars.
"The poems recited by this brother are wonderful. The water of the three rivers is clear, the water of the three rivers is turbid...it makes people think, it makes people think!"
"Of course, clear water and turbid water are all natural principles, but humans are independent from the outside and should not be affected by clear water and turbid water."
Seeing that these scholars were quite enlightened, Zhao Xun nodded slightly and said for a moment, "The saint is not stagnant in things, but can move with the world."
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and went up the stairs, leaving a few scholars muttering what Zhao Xun had just said.
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Sanjiang Pavilion is three stories high.
The first floor is a place for ordinary scholars to drink and have fun. There is only a lobby and no elegant rooms.
The second floor is where girls live their daily lives. If elegant people come, they can have tea and listen to songs.
As for the third floor... the entire third floor is actually an attic, belonging to only one person, and that is Han Miaoyi, the oiran of Sanjiang Pavilion.
Although Han Huakui is not as good as those top brothels, he is still considered a leader among second-tier brothels such as Sanjiang Pavilion.
Listening to Han Miaoyi playing the piano costs fifty taels of silver, which is a whole year's expense for an ordinary family.
His ability to attract money is far unmatched by other singers in Sanjiang Pavilion.
Of course Zhao Xun is not short of money. Fifty taels of silver is just a meal to him.
The key is that after so many meals with Wangcai, it's time for Zhao Xun to show off.
Otherwise, Wangcai would not think too much about it, and Zhao Xun would definitely feel embarrassed.
As brothers, there is a relationship between people, so it is always not good to blindly have sex for nothing.
Hearing that Duke Chengguo and his entourage were coming, the old bustard smiled as brightly as a peony in full bloom.
"Hey, young master, what kind of wind has brought you here? If you want to come, don't ask someone to inform you in advance. We can also ask Miaoyi to prepare in advance. Miaoyi slept late yesterday and just woke up. , it will take some time to freshen up, young master, let’s drink some tea and calm down for a while.”
Zhao Xun naturally wouldn't care about these things when he was feeling proud of the spring breeze.
"Can."
After uttering a single word, Zhao Xun sat down.
Naturally, the madam took care of him carefully. Tea, water and snacks were all available, but he just had to feed Zhao Xun himself.
After about a moment, the embroidered door of the attic opened slightly, and a maid who looked like a maid came out.
"Young Master, my young lady invites you."
The word "miss" is originally used to address ladies, but in Goulanwase, the leading courtesans are often called this way.
This is just like a brothel woman calling her madam mother. It is an industry term.
Zhao Xun nodded and walked into the pavilion with Wang Cai and Jia Xingwen.
The women's boudoir is a place that ordinary people can rarely touch, but the women's boudoir in a brothel is different.
Even those innocent hustlers who don't sell their lives can't turn away customers.
It’s all about making ends meet.
Zhao Xun followed the maid into the pavilion and saw a flower and bird screen in front of him.
The room was obviously filled with incense, and once you took a good sniff, the aroma poured into your spleen and stomach, making you feel refreshed.
Walking around the screen, Zhao Xun immediately saw a young woman kneeling in front of the piano.
This person was wearing a lake blue skirt, which made the skin on her chest appear slightly plump. But except for the ravine on her chest, her overall figure is long and slender, with slender shoulders and a slim waist, which is very attractive.
If you look closely, you will see that this woman has a duck-oval face, her cheeks are plump, and her nose is filled with goose fat.
A pair of bright eyes, paired with red lips and white teeth, is an unforgettable sight.
This woman is obviously Han Miaoyi, the leader of Sanjiang Pavilion.
It can be said that Han Miaoyi is not the kind of peerless beauty who would captivate the whole country, but she is very lovable.
She combines the aristocratic temperament cultivated in the Zhou Dynasty with plumpness as the beauty and the delicate, charming and pitiful sentiment of later generations of women. Few people can look away from her after seeing her.
Zhao Xun is no exception.
"I have always heard that Miss Han has superb piano skills. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to listen to a piece of music today."
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