The tiled roofs and railings add fragrance to the red building.
The entertainment venue at the emperor's feet is naturally not comparable to other places.
Even Goulan in Luoyang City cannot be called a "courtyard". It is no exaggeration to say that it is an area. If you really want to visit it all, even if you just take a quick look, it will take more than an hour.
In addition, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the festive atmosphere is fermenting. Opera troupes of all sizes gather here from north to south, using various methods to collect money, which makes people dazzled and amazed.
"Hey Vase Girl! Come and see the girl who grew up in a vase!"
"Beautiful snake! Beautiful snake! You only need thirty coins to open your eyes!"
"My lord, please come in and take a look. I guarantee you won't want to leave after seeing it, and you can even touch its butt!"
"Tsk! Song studied Spring and Autumn Period! How could he do such a dirty thing as touching his buttocks?"
After all, Song Che is rich and noble, with a rattling money bag around his waist, and is always the target of greetings wherever he goes.
It's a pity that Shen Wenjun couldn't accompany her, otherwise she would definitely be happy here.
Walking through the bustling downtown and turning into the depths of Goulan, a magnificent building with lanterns and colorful lights comes into view. You don't need to ask for directions to know that there is the largest brothel in Luoyang City - the Twelve Houses of the Red House.
The high-end club is full of luxury and celebrities, among whom the most elegant people wear Confucian robes and hairpins.
The true nature of a man, celebrities, romantic, romantic, and romantic, is in line with common sense.
Everyone was holding hand-held paper fans, hanging jade odors on their waists, and entering the red building in small groups, but Song Che carried a bulging urn with ashes, which was somewhat out of place.
"Those who enter the Red Mansion, please invest one tael of silver, one tael of silver."
At the gate of the Red Mansion, there are two maids in bloom, each guarding two large boxes. Guests need to throw in tickets before they can cross the threshold.
The largest brothel in the capital only charges one tael of silver. Is the threshold too low?
Song Che took out a tael of broken silver and threw it into the box, and asked the maid: "Little sister, a tael of silver is a pass?"
The maid smiled and said: "Is this your first time coming to the Red Mansion? One tael of silver is just a festive gift for crossing this big threshold. There are twelve courtyards in our Red Mansion, so there are twelve thresholds. Which one does the officer like?" The girls in the courtyard looked for them at the archway, and the tickets ranged from thirty to fifty guan."
No wonder it's so cheap, it turns out there are hidden costs.
"I do have a girl I like, but I only know her name, but I don't know where she is. Your red building is so big, how can I find her?" Song Che asked.
The maid said: "After entering the courtyard and walking to the west, crossing the Qiushui Lake from the bridge corridor, you will see a small Ruyi building. In the small building is Dr. Liu. He is an official sent to the Red Mansion by the Jiaofang Secretary and is in charge of the female dependents of the Red Mansion. For registration and scheduling, you can check with him."
"Thank you, girl, for your advice."
Song Che followed the maid's guidance and entered the courtyard to look for the west. He didn't know it until he left. The more he walked, the more amazed he was. The Red Mansion was majestic outside and there was a cave inside. Every time I think I'm about to reach the end, I cross a bridge or climb a rockery, and suddenly it becomes clear again.
Song Che walked quickly for more than a quarter of an hour before finally finding the small Ruyi Building.
In the small courtyard, a large group of people gathered, all elegantly dressed literati. They were chatting and laughing with each other, as if they were waiting for something.
"Please give way, I'm here to see Dr. Liu." Song Che tried to squeeze through the crowd, but was pushed out. A Confucian scholar said:
"We are all here to see Dr. Liu, don't even think about jumping in line."
Song Che was puzzled, thinking that these people didn't even queue up, so why would they want to jump in line?
It’s not that I’m biased against people who “wear glasses”. Daliang Fenghua valued literature over martial arts and raised many poor and rotten scholars. Those who talk a lot are just mediocre and arrogant, which is bullshit!
"I'm here to check Dr. Liu's household registration. Are you the same?" Song Che asked again.
"Checking household registration? Hahaha..." All the scholars laughed.
"Looking at his appearance, he is just an ordinary person. The threshold of this Ruyi Xiaozhu needs to be raised."
"We have gathered here to discuss Fengya and recite poetry. If you want to check your household registration, why don't you go to the Ouchi Palace?"
"Don't pay any attention to it, it's insulting to politeness."
It’s no wonder that the Liang Dynasty was bullied everywhere and those who brought disaster to the country and the people were mostly the poor and rotten scholars who looked down upon others.
"Look, Dr. Liu is finally out!"
I saw an old man in Confucian robes who was over fifty years old, with white hair and green face, holding a scroll and stepping out of the room. He was aloof and arrogant, and had the character of a scholar.
Dr. Liu cleared his throat and said to everyone first: "The golden verses for tonight's poetry meeting were written by Miss Nongyue herself, and I will serve as the examiner. Whoever can write a poem that satisfies me will be awarded the title of Twelve Fasts" A one-night pass, and a chance to have a good time with Moon Girl and recite poems."
"Not to mention having a good chat with Miss Nong Yue, even if I can say a word to her, I will have no regrets in this life!"
"I have been speculating on Miss Nongyue's poetic path for more than half a year. The beauty tonight must be me!"
All the Confucian scholars were gearing up and couldn't wait.
Dr. Liu unfolded the scroll, revealing four rows of large Chinese characters with flying dragons and phoenixes, including a poem:
Green tiles and red buildings are covered with flying flowers, and how long does it take to have blue hair and blue hair?
I have no regrets in this life. I will make mistakes in this life. I will be destined to change in the next life.
"What a harm! This... this is a love poem!"
"In my opinion, Miss Nong Yue has been bored in this red building for too long and is unwilling to be lonely, so she came up with this golden sentence to find her lover!"
"What's so difficult about this? Let me compose a poem: A young man without talent invites him to come, and he will be happy to find a beloved, uh... uh——"
"Okay, Brother Wang, these two sentences of yours can even be recited by a five-year-old schoolboy in the academy. You should listen to my quatrain: The beauty in the Red Mansion is drunk in dreams, and I have black hair and white hair. If you meet me, you will have no regrets in this life, and we will renew our relationship in the next life! If How about a sentence?"
"How dare you call yourself a quatrain for such a poem? What they wrote is the Seven Rhythms, but what you are chanting is the Five Rhymes. Don't be embarrassed, but look at me..."
All the Confucian scholars scrambled to come up with sentences first, some were limericks, some were chants, some could only spell out two sentences, and a few could write them neatly. Dr. Liu just shook his head, obviously not interested in them.
"In my opinion, let's call it a night. The wise sayings of Moon Girl are indeed not something that ordinary people can match." Dr. Liu waved his hand in disappointment, put away the scroll and planned to go back to his room.
"Wait a minute."
Mr. Song spoke up, "Doctor, please listen, I also have a few poems here -"
"How many more! Do you, a common man like you, know poetry and songs? Don't make a fool of yourself!"
Before Song Che could speak, some Confucian scholars questioned him.
Of course Song Che would not tell these mediocre people that he was a Chinese class representative when he was in elementary school!
Song Che ignored the questions and ridicules and chanted loudly:
"The sky is covered with frost over the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is worried about the past. Looking at the moon to protect each other, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals... This poem is called "A Chinese Ghost Story"."
At this moment, the most powerful response is a good poem.
All the scholars secretly speculated, but no one dared to refute.
Dr. Liu frowned and savored it carefully.
"If you are not satisfied? I still have poems," Song Che paused and then chanted: "There is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisonous to my heart. I return to my hometown like a phoenix, and travel around the world to seek her phoenix... This poem is called "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix."
Anyway, it is not a regular dynasty, and these great poets will not jump out to collect copyright fees. Song Che has a reserve of ancient poems in his mind, and it is no problem to recite more than ten poems in one breath.
"Dr. Liu is still not satisfied? I still have——"
"Satisfied! Extremely satisfied! Such a good sentence is rare in the world, so it's better not to overdo it!" Dr. Liu kissed down the eaves and pulled Song Che towards the room.
The walls inside the house are covered with poems, paintings and calligraphy, signed by Nong Yue, Ling Hua, Han Xiang and other talented ladies of the Red Chamber.
The Red Mansion is not a vulgar prostitution and meat house. Here poetry, poetry, music, dance, music, calligraphy and painting are all available.
Dr. Liu sharpened his ink and wrote down the verses that Song Che had recited before on the rice paper. After finishing, he raised his head and asked with a smile: "I wonder what your name is? These two poems of yours should be put on the list, and all the literati and poets can appreciate them."
If you put a name on it, it would be plagiarism. Appropriating other people's poems is inherently offensive. Song Che didn't want to be a thief. He shook his head and said, "I don't like fame. Just give the doctor a name of 'Anonymous'."
Dr. Liu praised: "There are many literati in the world who hope to be famous one day. There are not many people in the Liang Dynasty who are as indifferent to fame and fortune as the young master."
The doctor didn't force it, and finally wrote an anonymous name. Then, he took a purple token and handed it to Song Che: "With this purple gold token, all rooms and courtyards in the Red Tower can be passed unimpeded, and they are all upper-class seats; Miss Nongyue is here 'Jiuyuezhai', she always likes to make friends with literati, and with her talents as a young master, she will definitely win her favor."
I heard from the maid who was guarding the door earlier that the threshold of each courtyard in the Red Building is at least thirty or forty guan. Although this purple gold order is only valid for one night, you can save a lot of money in one visit;
As for the moon girl, to be honest, Song Che has never lacked confidantes around him. After all, he is a married man who has too many interactions with promiscuous women and has a hard time with his conscience.
"I'm actually visiting Xiaozhu to ask Dr. Liu to help me find someone," Song Che said, "She is my distant cousin. She was imprisoned as a prostitute because her father committed a crime a few days ago. "
"Can her last name be Cao?" Dr. Liu asked.
Song Che said: "It's Cao Lin."
Dr. Liu sighed: "What a coincidence, she is serving as a servant during the Nine Moon Festival."
"How is she... doing?"
"The female relatives in the Red Mansion, even if they are serving tea and water, doing laundry and sweeping the floor, they have no worries about food and clothing. Those who accept their fate live a good life, but those who refuse to accept their fate love to abuse themselves, alas."
Dr. Liu's two sighs were enough to explain everything.
Although Cao Tian was not a high-ranking member of the court, he was still someone who could gain access to the palace. Cao Lin was an only daughter and was the apple of her eye. Now she has plummeted and become the lowest prostitute in society. Such a huge contrast will probably be difficult to accept.
Song Che thanked him and exited the small building.
