The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

"Not enough silver?" Wan Baiqian casually took out another ingot of silver. She had always spent money lavishly and knew best how to deal with such a greedy and power-hungry madam. "If it's still not enough, you can name a price!"

There were cars and horses flowing in front of Jiaomanlou. There were music and dancing every day and night. There was no shortage of generous customers. Although there was no shortage of customers, the business was for money. Would the madam complain about too many customers? Of course, the more customers who came to give money, the better. Especially those who were so generous and generous as Wanbaiqian, they would please the madam the most.

Even though dignitaries were scattered throughout the rooms of Jiao Man Lou, the old lady here would not neglect a big customer like Wan Baiqian. Driven by money and greed, the old lady said in a coy and timid manner: "Sir, you came at an inopportune time... Miss Fu Liu is not convenient to see guests at this time!"

"Is it inconvenient to see guests or does she have guests?" Wan Baiqian was born in a wealthy family. She did not look down on the poor, but she looked down on women who were willing to indulge in entertainment to make a living. This was her first time here, but she had heard about the dirty things here. The so-called selling art but not selling body was all a cover. It all depends on whether the money offered by the man seeking pleasure is enough to impress the women who perform. The so-called playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting were just means to cater to the dignitaries who came out to seek pleasure. It was just to increase her value. The money was given, and you see what she didn't do.

Hearing this, Jiao Man Lou's mother winked and slapped Wan Bai Qian in a pretentious manner, pretending to be familiar with him, as if they had known each other for a long time. "Sir, you are a frequent visitor of Feng Yue Pavilion. Since you come here because of her reputation and admire Fu Liu's talent, you must know the rules here. Unfortunately, you may have come here in vain. An official is chatting with Miss Fu Liu, the most talented lady in Jiao Man Lou, discussing poetry and songs. You gentlemen, if you want to see Miss Fu Liu, you have to wait until tomorrow. However, there are so many beautiful ladies in Jiao Man Lou. If you listen to your mother, you can sit upstairs. There are more talented ladies than just Fu Liu here."

Just as my mother was about to raise her hand to call other girls to come and receive the guests, Wan Baiqian spoke up: "No matter which official is up there, he must be driven out. When I come, everyone must make way for me."

The few people standing next to Wan Baiqian were stunned by his words. They came here just to try their luck. It would be best if they could see him, but if they couldn't, they couldn't force him.

But no one could have expected that Wan Baiqian, who had always been reasonable, would be so domineering. She looked down on everyone and was just like those dignitaries who took advantage of their power to bully others, right out of a picture book. Her domineering look made people who didn't know the situation think she was here to rob someone.

Fortunately, Wan Baiqian is a woman, otherwise, with such behavior, who knows who would be the one to suffer.

Jiao Manlou's mother looked up and down at Wan Baiqian, who seemed to have a great background. Her mother had a keen eye for people. Wan Baiqian's generosity and manners were not just about being rich. He did not take officials seriously. This man must be from a noble family and must have a powerful backer. But no matter how high his status was, could it be greater than that of the official upstairs?

The old madam, who was like an old fox, did not dare to offend the person in front of her before she found out Wan Baiqian's background. After thinking it over again and again, the old mother finally spoke again, and at the same time she was also testing Wan Baiqian's background. "The official upstairs is a very important person." While speaking, the old mother glanced upstairs unconsciously. It was this glance that allowed Wan Baiqian to successfully capture the room where Fu Liu was upstairs.

"No matter how high your official rank is, he has to make way for me today!" It's not that Wan Baiqian doesn't take the officials mentioned by the brothel owner seriously. As a royal relative, Wan Baiqian understands the laws of begging. Officials are not allowed to visit prostitutes, at least not openly, otherwise it would be a public contempt of the laws of begging. Based on this point, she can swagger away the official upstairs.

"No, that's impossible. The person in Fuliu's room is the emperor's sworn brother, Lord Ge. Even if you pay me a lot of money, I dare not ask him to leave."

Haha, I didn’t expect there would be an unexpected gain.

"He talks about morality all the time, but in fact he's full of thieves and whores." Shang Xi couldn't help but get it out of his head. It would have been better if he didn't mention Ge Dongqing, as mentioning him really spoiled the mood.

On weekdays, Shang Xi called Ge Dongqing "Uncle Ge" all the time, and he called him so affectionately, as if he were his real uncle. What's even more ridiculous is that Ge Dongqing always acted like an elder in front of Shang Xi.

Not only that, Ge Dongqing would occasionally lecture Shang Xi, teaching Shang Xi some principles of life, such as the principle that the king is the subject, the principle that the father is the son, and the principle that the husband is the wife. What about women obeying their fathers at home, obeying their fathers after marriage, and obeying their sons after their husbands die? These were all foolish and stupid words that women listened to from men.

Few of his words, which were full of great principles of benevolence, righteousness, propriety and justice, could touch Shang Xi's heart.

Thinking of this, Shang Xi felt more and more contemptuous of this hypocritical man. She never thought that he was so hypocritical and actually had fun in brothels behind Si Niang's back. It was really pitiful that Lu Si Niang had to run around all day long.

Women naturally sympathize with each other, so several people present tacitly wanted to go up and ruin Ge Dongqing's good deeds.

Wan Baiqian looked towards the second floor with a determined and mocking smile. She threw the silver to Jiao Manlou's mother and said, "This is the prostitution fee. I won't bother you with the eviction. I'll ask him to leave myself."

The ostentatious madam was frightened by Wan Baiqian's words. She was afraid that this person would ruin Ge Dongqing and Fu Liu's plans, offend Lord Ge, and provoke the emperor's brother. How could their Jiao Man Lou survive? "Who are you? He is the emperor's brother. If you provoke him, you will lose your head."

Just because the person upstairs is Ge Dongqing, they have to go up!

No one paid any attention to what the old lady of Jiaomanlou said. They all walked upstairs in big strides, as if they would miss something good if they went too late.

Under the leadership of Wan Baiqian, they found Fu Liu's room accurately, and Shi Hongjiao, who was quick-handed, had already raised his hand and pushed the door open. The few of them looked like they were catching someone cheating.

The seemingly rude behavior did not disturb the elegance of the two people in the room. Fu Liu leaned forward slightly, playing the piano with her jade hands, while Ge Dongqing showed off his talent affectionately, "Red candles and scented curtains bloom at night, and the curling light gauze reflects the cheeks. The black hair exudes fragrance in the morning, and the autumn water of Wangchuan River and the white hair are together."