Beishi is noisy and crowded.
The crowd was surging, and the young prince Zhou Yan tightly grasped Han You's palm and passed by the people in the market, with a lot of sour and smelly sweat on his body.
If it weren't for the dreams of rivers and lakes and women, and women, and women that he thought about day and night, the unpleasant smell alone would make him shy away.
The "legendary" Xianglai Pavilion was finally found, and Han You couldn't resist this gadget. If he didn't see it today, this kid wouldn't give up easily.
However, the two of them had already made an agreement that they could only watch, not go upstairs, and at most they could just hang out at the door.
Yesterday we went to the flower boat, and today we came to the brothel. Han You always subconsciously rubbed his waist.
Xianglai Pavilion, a three-story building, is hung with a row of small pink lanterns. Turtle Gong stands at the door to greet and send off. The kiln sisters on the second floor are waving silk handkerchiefs, shouting that the uncle is here to play, come and play.
To say that Han You has no interest in brothels is not true, he is just curious, just like every man is curious about why the Thai massage in the bathing center charges 998.
When he got downstairs and looked up, Han You was really frightened.
There were a total of six kiln ladies standing behind the guardrail on the second floor, posing and posing. After all, it was a professional habit, so it didn't matter. The main thing was the tonnage.
The total weight of the six people was at least four digits. I knew they were here at a brothel, but I didn't know they thought they were ready to charge when they encountered a group of tanks.
He didn't see it clearly just now. Looking at it suddenly, Han You thought Ahfu Aman had changed jobs.
Han You gasped, the quality was too inferior, the tonnage was only one aspect, and the other was professionalism, everyone was grinning.
But after thinking about it, Han You understood again.
After all, this is Bei City, a place where people gather. These young ladies are all about quantity. Even if they are not in good shape, they cannot eat this bowl of rice. One thing to mention, if nothing else, the construction quality of the houses in Xianglai Pavilion is really good. Pass.
Zhou Yan was also startled, and quickly took Han You's hand and came to the corner. It is estimated that the young prince was afraid that the floor on the second floor was not strong, and if it collapsed, he would be killed by his ass.
"This...this..." Zhou Yan's little face was full of disappointment: "Is this really Xianglai Pavilion? Everyone in the mansion said that the ladies in Xianglai Pavilion are as beautiful as gods. How could they be so beautiful? "
"Are there other Xianglai Pavilions?"
Han You was also a little unsure: "Is it a franchise chain? If so, it may be a branch. If not, let's find a flagship store. If not, the quality can be higher."
"That's right here." Zhou Yan pointed to the other side of the street depressedly: "The guard said that there is a teahouse opposite Xianglai Pavilion, Tasting Tea House. Look, it's right there."
Han You gloated: "Actually, being fat also has its benefits."
"What's the benefit?"
"Though considerate."
"But I heard someone say..."
Han You quickly interrupted: "I call myself my young master."
Zhou Yan still refused to give up: "But I heard from people that the woman from Xianglai Pavilion has a graceful figure when she enters the bed. She undresses her clothes easily, which is called beauty."
"Actually, I think..." Han You had the courage to look up and said without conscience: "If the lamp is blown out, it will be... about the same. Then take off Luo Shang lightly..."
"No!" Zhou Yan pinched his neck and shouted, "This is not called undressing Luo Shang lightly."
"What's that called?"
"Untie the pig!"
Han You: "..."
Zhou Yan had a sad face and squatted on the ground helplessly. On the first day of walking in the world, his dream was broken into pieces.
Looking at Zhou Yan's extremely disappointed look, Han You almost suggested going to the flower boat.
Compared with the Flower Boats on the Flower River, the brothels in Beishi are completely different.
Han You thought for a while and suggested: "Maybe there is something going on inside. Is it because there is a lot of traffic at this point and they deliberately find a few strong girls to divert the traffic? How about we go in and have a look?"
Zhou Yan suddenly stood up and said one word: "Yeah!"
"Remember our agreement just now."
Zhou Yan nodded solemnly: "You can only watch from a distance, but you can't stop playing."
"You can't play with it!"
Zhou Yan laughed, pulled Han You's sleeve and walked forward.
In fact, Xiang Lai Ge is not inferior in quality. Far from it, it has accurately positioned the market demand.
Where is Beishi, where people gather.
In this world, in this age, fat is not fat, it is called beauty, fatness, fat beauty.
Ordinary people's wives either have no meat or they work in farming all year round and are covered in tendon meat. Look at the girl from Xianglai Pavilion. She is fat, rich and beautiful, white, round and plump. Take a pinch of oil, this place is positioned for the middle and low-end consumer groups, and the selling point is to increase the quantity without increasing the price.
When I came to Xianglai Pavilion and held the fat girl in my arms, I felt a reassuring sense of solidity, a heavy weight on the scale, and a sense of fatness that could not be held in one arm. It was extremely cost-effective in Bei City.
Two people, one large and one small, came to the door. The turtle nodded and bowed, his mouth looked like he had secretly drank the diabetes test sample, which was called sweet.
"Hey, I look at these two extraordinary gentlemen. I'm afraid it's not the first time I've been to the pavilion. Please invite me quickly. Please come inside quickly. It's sunny outside and it's too hot."
Turtle Gong is not very old, less than ten years old.
He has a high-pitched voice, is not handsome, and has fair skin. He is a young man, but he works in a job that is shameful to others and is hunched over all day long. It can only be said that making a living in Beijing is not easy.
Han You stopped, grabbed Turtle Gong, and asked, "How did you spend this?"
Mr. Turtle was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"
"How much money will it cost?"
Mr. Turtle was all smiles: "Hey, judging from what you are asking, the two gentlemen are certainly not ordinary people. They are either rich or noble. It is our blessing to be rewarded with faces, fragrance and fragrance. If they are I'm in a good mood, so I left some money behind and gave it to Bo Mian. If you feel unhappy staying in the pavilion, you two will get up and leave, and we won't have anything to say to you."
Han You's eyes lit up. Isn't this a free prostitution? He is very experienced in this matter.
The flattering look on Mr. Turtle's face became even more intense: "Look, the villain has said that with your looks, you two must be very important people. How much money will you spend..."
Han You interrupted impatiently: "It's no use talking to you anymore and we're leaving."
Gui Gong's words are concise and concise: "Listen to the music and read hundreds of poems, and sleep with the girl half the time."
Han You raised his head and understood that he was charging by the pound.
"It's good to be able to fight Osaka Yokozuna for half the money."
Han You laughed and led Zhou Yan to continue walking. As he walked, he taught: "The first lesson of walking in the world is that if others say you are the uncle, it is okay, but you can't take the initiative to pretend to be the uncle, because the person you are killing is the uncle. Don't worry about it. Well, you have to ask clearly about the price."
Zhou Yanshen agreed: "It makes sense."
The ground is paved with bluestone slabs, and there are many flower beds on both sides of the flower beds, which are very colorful. There is a pink cover above the head. There are few visitors during the day, and they are all kiln ladies. Not to mention, there are also slim ones. When they see the guests, they all scratch their heads and make poses. She has a coquettish smile and a shy appearance, but her main focus is on affectation, with her every frown and smile showing more than eight hundred tricks.
In particular, several young ladies with a tonnage of nearly three digits were ogling the two of them.
"You two don't know, if I have the intention and the girls have the intention, being in the same room together this night will definitely become a good story. We have several girls here who have not left the court."
After saying that, Mr. Turtle also pointed at the three most important young ladies present.
Han You was quite surprised: "Isn't this a brothel? Why is there still a girl who has not been released from the brothel? No, a girl who has not yet been released from the brothel, don't tell me that you also want to compete for poems?"
Mr. Turtle's smile was a little stiff. Weren't we chatting to death today? Weren't we all good at talking? How could we be more serious? So what, the girl you told me about this changed eight husbands in one night?
Being out of the brothel means getting married, and being in a brothel means that you haven't spent the night with the guests yet.
The turtle man bent forward and led the way. The young and old came to the first floor, and a woman walked towards them. Before anyone arrived, she laughed first.
"Look, look, look, let's just say that the sun is shining brightly today and we will definitely meet a handsome young man."
The person who spoke was none other than the old bustard of Xiang Lai Pavilion. She was wearing a green gauze skirt and red lips. Although she was not stunningly beautiful, she was not vulgar and pink either. She was just a bit stout, and her voice was a bit shrill, and she was like a male duck. It looks like it's being plucked.
The old bustard is in her mid-thirties, but the charm of the half-old lady is still there. No one knows her name, they all call her Yuqi. Even though she is a girl, she is usually strong and tight. In this Xianglai Pavilion I don’t know how many men I have punched who have lost their temper, but ordinary men can’t catch that punch.
