Each of the Twelve Zhais in the Red Mansion has a leading actress, the most famous of which is Nong Yue from Jiuyue Zhai. She is known as "the most beautiful girl in Luoyang". She not only has outstanding appearance and sultry dancing skills, but also has a golden voice. She said that even the current emperor is her fan.
An almost perfect woman is destined to have a rough life, not to mention selling herself to the prostitute.
Jiuzhaigou Festival is packed with people every night, and the ticket price will also rise accordingly. Sometimes you may even spend hundreds of taels, but you may not be able to buy a ticket. Even if you are lucky enough to get in, most people can only stand in the back row and watch. .
There are only thirty seats in the front row, and only the noblest among the nobles are eligible to sit.
In this way, the Purple Gold Token in Song Che's hand showed its value. He only showed the token, and a special maid arranged a seat for him, which was in the middle and closest to the singing platform.
The official regulations of the Liang Dynasty prohibited officials from staying with prostitutes and soliciting prostitutes. Drinking wine and listening to music were allowed, but who could guarantee that they could control their own bodies if they became drunk?
Therefore, most of the people who go to Red Mansions to get drunk are rich and famous, and dignitaries rarely show their faces in romantic places.
Generally speaking, officials with a little power would keep prostitutes at home in the form of concubines, which in layman's terms was a "small stove."
It was getting late at night, and the guests had not yet arrived. There were only three or two groups of people in the private seats in Jiuyuezhai, and no one dared to sit in the empty seats. Someone must have made a reservation.
There were usually three or five people entering the private seats together, but Song Che, with his unfamiliar face, actually occupied a seat to himself. He was still looking at the guest of honor on the stage, and more or less attracted some looks.
"Young master, if you have a sweetheart that you like, I'll call her to accompany you." The little maid greeted cordially in her ear.
Song Che whispered his name: "Cao Lin."
"Sister Lin? This..." The little maid hesitated.
Song Che frowned slightly, "Why, is it inconvenient for her these days?"
The little maid shook her head, "Sister Lin, she has always been here, but...she has been booked tonight. How about you change the waiter?"
She's not a private prostitute, so there's no point in keeping her. It's just the one who pays the highest price. Song Che took out a large ingot and put it on the table: "I'll pay double the price, so you can call her over."
The little maid looked troubled, "If it were anyone else, that would be fine, but the one who married Sister Lin was Mr. Jia. He has always been true to his word... You should know that those with the surname 'Jia' in the capital are not ordinary people."
No matter whether his surname is really Jia or Jia, as long as his surname is not Zhao, he is just an ordinary person.
"Bring her here. If anything happens, I will be responsible for it myself." Song Che picked up the silver on the table and put it into the hands of the little maid with his own hands, with an attitude that he would not refuse.
The little maid sighed softly, "Young master, it will be later." Then she stepped back.
Song Che sipped the tea with great interest.
Cao Lin... Speaking of which, he had never seen this woman before. She shouldn't be ugly, otherwise she wouldn't be serving as a waiter and accompanying her.
"Sir, Sister Lin is here."
The little maid brought over a woman in blue. She was twenty years old, her face was unadorned and pale, her eyes were unfocused, her eye sockets were sunken, and she looked sickly with insufficient energy and blood. However, even so, it was difficult to cover up her pretty appearance. If it weren't for the long-term mental torture, she could still be a little more beautiful.
In the hot summer, she wore a scarf, which was different.
"Young Master." Cao Lin nodded and saluted, her voice soft.
Song Che patted the seat next to him: "Sit."
Cao Lin sat down and didn't dare to raise her head.
"What? Am I ugly or mean, and you don't even look at me?" Song Che asked with a smile.
Cao Lin buried her head lower, "No..."
Song Che held the beauty's head with his hand and gently raised her head. His tearful eyes and pitiful posture were really endearing.
Song Che followed her chin again, slid her hand to Yu's neck, and opened her scarf.
"Young master, don't..." She hurriedly dodged and huddled in the corner of the booth.
"Tea." Song Che called softly.
Cao Lin moved back again, picked up the tea cup, and handed it to Song Che's mouth, "Young master, please drink..."
Song Che only said: "It's cold."
Cao Lin added half a cup of hot tea and handed it to Song Che's mouth again. Even with her hands together, she could not suppress the trembling, "Master... please drink."
All the maids and guests in the courtyard focused their eyes on the elegant seats, thinking that he would be a dandy.
Song Che took the tea cup and asked while drinking: "Are the marks on your neck caused by others or by yourself?"
Cao Lin subconsciously held her scarf, bit her lip, and said nothing.
Song Che added: "If it's someone else who caused it, I'll help you teach him a lesson; if it's your own fault, I'll take you out of here."
Cao Lin raised her head suddenly, her eyes that had just flashed quickly turned dim again, "Young Master, please stop making fun of me..."
"Have you ever heard of a saying that says, 'If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later on?' Those who attempt suicide often do not deserve to die. It also means that you are about to change."
Song Che drank the tea in the cup, took out a white jade hairpin, and inserted it into Cao Lin's bun.
"The slave family will never dare to accept the master's gift!"
Cao Lin wanted to refuse, but Song Che held her scarred hand. There were scratches on the back of the hand, broken fingernails, and even cuts on the wrist.
Song Che said softly: "If your father knew that you tortured yourself like this, he would never rest in peace."
Cao Lin was startled again and looked at Song Che blankly.
After putting on the jade hairpin, Song Che took out the porcelain jar from his sleeve and put it into Cao Lin's hand: "Your father is inside, two thousand miles away."
Cao Lin held the urn, trembling body, breathing rapidly, and accumulating tears.
"Don't cry in a hurry. Let's go to a cleaner place and talk in detail."
Song Che stood up, held Cao Lin's hand, and walked out of the courtyard in full view of everyone.
As soon as they reached the door, the maid came to stop him: "Sir, the Red Mansion strictly orders guests to take away the waiter privately."
Song Che raised his eyebrows, "Then give us a double bed room?"
The maid emphasized her tone: "You can't sleep with a prostitute!"
"It's really troublesome." Song Che took out the purple gold token, "Then I'll take her to another courtyard to watch other singing girls dancing?"
"This..." the maid hesitated, "Anyway, if you are caught smuggling a prostitute, you will be prosecuted."
"It turns out that this seemingly materialistic and bright red building is actually a beautiful prison." Song Che said with disdain, let go of the maid and went out.
But listen:
"What kind of audacious libertine dares to act wild in the red building?"
"Get out of the way, don't block my young master's way!"
The onlookers were swept away by two servants, and they saw a tall and thin young man striding over with a group of dandy boys, holding paper fans.
A group of people blocked the door.
"Brother Jia, this guy is robbing your woman!" A dandy pointed at Cao Lin.
"Oh?" The young man put away the folding fan, raised his head and laughed: "I haven't met such a brave thorn for a long time, hahaha..."
Cao Lin stared at the young man closely, with more hatred than fear in her eyes.
Song Che did not intend to cause trouble in the capital, so he said politely: "Young Master, I am not trying to steal your woman, but I have a connection with Miss Cao and want to discuss something with her."
"Is there a reason? Then why have I never seen you?" The young man circled around Cao Lin: "I, Jia Dai, and Miss Cao have been childhood sweethearts since childhood. I know everyone she knows."
He approached Cao Lin and asked charmingly: "Do you think so? Cao Guan."
Cao Lin squeezed out through her teeth, "I beg you... Mr. Jia, please let me go. I will go back when I'm young——"
"Slave family!" Jia Dai laughed loudly: "You have never called yourself 'nu family' in front of me before. Why did you change your words as soon as he came?"
He raised his head and looked at Song Che again, "Or is he the man you met before you became a prostitute?"
He shook his head again and lamented: "It's a pity, it's a pity that the previously aloof rich lady has now fallen into prostitution and become a prostitute that everyone can sit on."
Cao Lin pressed her nails hard, even though they were dripping with blood.
"Let's go." Song Che pulled Cao Lin up and wanted to avoid Jia Dai.
"Which way to go!"
Jia Dai grabbed Cao Lin's arm, pulled her back fiercely, tore off the human skin mask, revealing the ferocious appearance of a beast: "Just stay here and stay there, don't even think about leaving the Red Mansion! "
"Let me go!"
"Have you forgotten how you humiliated me back then? You will have to repay me a hundred times from now on!"
"Asshole! Let me go!"
Cao Lin finally broke out, raised Jia Dai's arm, and bit it down hard.
"Ah!" Jia Dai was in pain and pushed hard, knocking over the urn in Cao Lin's hand.
"Snapped!"
The jar fell to the ground and ashes spilled out.
"Dad!"
Cao Lin screamed and knelt on the ground, covering the ashes with her body to prevent them from dissipating in the wind.
"Brother Jia, you are a scumbag!"
"Bah! It's so fucking unlucky, it's all splashed on my shoes!"
Jia Dai took off his shoes as he retreated, and hit Cao Lin hard: "No wonder your Cao family was ransacked. Your father who has become a ghost will even die thinking about filthy people!"
Cao Lin's eyes were bloodshot with hatred, and she suddenly got up from the ground. Just when everyone thought she was going to avenge her father, "Dad! My daughter is coming down to accompany you!"
However, she hit the doorpost with her head, and immediately fell to the ground with a bloody head and a bloody head.
"Sister Lin!"
"A life was lost! A life was lost!"
"This, this, this... has nothing to do with me. She was killed by herself! You saw it!"
Seeing that the matter was getting serious, Jia Dai hurriedly distanced himself from the relationship and took the gangsters to run away.
"Snapped!"
Song Che fired a shot into the sky, stopping all the commotion. He pointed the gun at Jia Dai again and said coldly: "Don't move. If you move, I'll shoot you."
"Who the hell are you bluffing-"
"Snapped!"
Song Che shot again, knocking off the crown of Jia Dai's head, making him collapse to the ground in fright.
"I thought you, a scoundrel, weren't afraid of death."
"You...what do you want to do! She...she killed herself, it has nothing to do with me!"
"The deceased is a big one. Please help Mr. Jia to find a container to put it in, so that the dead soul will not come to claim his life in the middle of the night." Song Che pointed at the ashes scattered on the ground, his voice was calm but not without a threat.
Jia Dai hesitated for a moment.
"Snapped!"
Song Che shot again.
"Ouch...my feet!"
The person who fell was the servant beside Jia Dai.
The servant held the shot calf and cried out for his father and mother in pain.
"I'm sorry, I originally wanted to hit your master, but I lacked accuracy. This time I got closer and I'm sure I can hit his head with one shot."
Song Che walked up to Jia Dai with a gun and was only half a foot away. He pointed at his head and asked softly: "If you shoot from this distance, everyone will have tofu tonight. Do you want to give it a try?"
"Quick! Get me a vessel quickly! I'll put it in! I'll put it in it right away!"
