Wen Xiaojun followed Wu Niang in front with a smile on her face, looking around curiously.
The lobby on the first floor is very large, but the styles on the left and right are completely different.
The left side is spacious and bright, with a large red cloth stage and dining tables and seats arranged in a circle. On the stage, a barefoot dancer has a graceful figure. Her white feet are dancing on the carpet to the beat of the music. She is dancing lightly and her gauze dress is fluttering. Fei Qingyang is so beautiful that people can hardly take their eyes away.
There were bursts of laughter under the stage, and someone was sitting with two beauties playing games with their companions; there was someone holding a piece of meat on his chopsticks, but his eyes were staring unblinkingly at the looming woman on the stage eating wine and chatting. There was also someone who took Mei Ji’s hand and entered the private room next to her to talk in detail.
Looking to the right, we can see several thick carved columns forming an invisible partition area in the middle line of the hall.
Then layers of steps suddenly piled up from the deep horizontal lines of the pillars.
It has the feeling of a fake second floor with a flat floor and half steps in modern society.
Looking up, the decorations there are much more elegant than those on the left.
There are mostly independent semi-open spaces inside. There are heavy curtains inside. You can vaguely see the figures in them, but it is not easy to see the whole picture clearly.
Wu Niang didn't ask any questions. She smiled and took Wen Xiaoyun and Bai Ya directly to the right side of the split floor.
Walking in the living room, Wen Xiaoyun discovered that the halls separated by curtains had different functions.
There is a woman writing in the main position, and the benefactor next to her is helping the ink grinder with a smile on her face. Two men are playing chess, and Mei Ji is helping the ink grinder next to her. Even on the wall of one of the largest partition spaces, There is also a large chessboard hanging.
Below are two men dictating the coordinates of the chess pieces, while Meiji, who is next to the wall, is helping sing and place the chess pieces.
There were more than a dozen tables of patrons sitting under the stage watching the battle.
"I wonder if there is anything you particularly like about playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting?" Wu Niang stretched out her hand to lift the pink gauze curtain and looked back at Wen Xiaojun with a smile.
But Bai Ya took the lead and said, "It needs to be clean and very interesting."
As he said this, Bai Yao took out a piece of silver from his arms and held it up in front of Wuniang.
When Wu Niang saw that the silver amounted to ten taels of trees, the smile on her face became even brighter.
From the very beginning, Wu Niang knew confidently that these two young masters must be very rich.
And it must be the first time I come to a brothel.
Maybe it was out of curiosity, or maybe it was for other reasons, such as being interested in books like "Rhyme of a Brothel".
In short, for young nobles like them, they generally don't care about money, so they will naturally be more generous in their dealings.
Thinking of this, Wu Niang stretched out her hand to take the silver, smiled sweetly, and replied in a sweet voice: "Wu Niang understands, don't worry, I will definitely satisfy the young master."
With that said, she changed direction and walked towards the elegant play area behind the chess room.
Looking at Wu Niang's back who was leading the way attentively, Wen Xiaoyun unconsciously looked at each other and smiled.
What Bai Ya just said was the routine in "Butterfield Rhymes".
The one who wants to be clean is a high-level geisha who only sells her skills but not her body; the one who wants to be fun and interesting means that she is one of the top three geishas.
Fortunately, they had only briefly glanced at "The Rhymes of a Brothel", otherwise they would be like a human spirit if they had to face it alone, and they would really not be able to withstand it.
The two of them were recalling the scene just now in an interesting way, when another arrogant shouting sounded in their ears.
Wu Niang was just about to introduce the situation ahead to Wen Xiaoyun when she was startled by the voice next to her.
It happened that they had just reached the partition, and Wen Xiaoyun followed the sound curiously and looked inside through the gap in the curtain.
But there was a round table that could accommodate 6-8 people, and six young men in gorgeous clothes but tacky colors were sitting next to it.
In front of the round table, there sat a pretty Qin Ji.
She held a pipa in her hand and was singing a graceful and beautiful tune.
The six people had no intention of appreciating it at all. Instead, they tapped the cups and dishes with their chopsticks, laughing and cheering.
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One of the fat men even walked forward, his fat eyes almost narrowed to a slit. He smiled wildly and stretched out his big black and fat hands, insisting on pinching the woman's chin, "What are you doing playing with that thing?" , come and have a drink with the grandpas~"
The young men behind him laughed more and more obscenely.
Qin Ji stopped playing the pipa in her hand. She turned away with some disgust, avoiding the fat man's dirty hands, "Sir, I think you may have made a mistake. If you want Mei Ji to accompany you to drink, you should go to the left. Yes. The Nu family is Ling Ou Xiang’s Qin Ji, who doesn’t sell her smile or her body.”
Saying that, Qinji picked up Pipa and left.
Unexpectedly, the disgusted expression on the woman's face instantly angered the fat man. He grabbed Qin Ji's collar with one hand, waved his hand fiercely, and gave Qin Ji's delicate face a big slap.
"Shameless slut, grandpa gives you face because he thinks highly of you. He's all out to show off his prodigal hoofs. Why are you so noble?"
Seeing this, Wen Xiaoyun's face immediately darkened.
