Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

This couplet is exceptionally brilliant and extraordinary.

The first few sentences describe the pig's condition, while the last sentence, though seemingly a question, is actually a statement of certainty: it is indeed the registrar!

Most of the people who come to Wutong Garden are scholars and talented men, and they all burst into laughter upon hearing this second line.

For the first time, Tian Gou felt that the title of registrar was not prestigious; it seemed no different from that of a pig.

Lin Ping seems to have never lost in the verbal battle, but no matter how good the doll is, it can't compare to the real person. Even if he wins this round, it won't determine who gets the top-tier private room.

Lin Ping walked up to Pan Jinxiang, took out a thousand taels of silver, threw it on the ground without looking at her, and said softly, "If these gentlemen can come up with more silver, then I will give up the top-class private room!"

Pan Jinxiang was stunned. Her bright eyes were fixed on the silver notes on the ground, but she didn't dare to pick them up immediately, since Zhang Hongyuan hadn't given any instructions yet.

Although Wutong Garden was a den of extravagance, Lin Ping was the first person to throw out a thousand taels of silver without even touching a girl's hand, which completely overturned Pan Jinxiang's perception of spendthrift sons.

Tian Gou slunk back, and the other person didn't dare to take a step forward either.

Since Wutongyuan was open for business, the highest bidder naturally won. These men were all sons of officials and didn't really have much money to spare.

"Humph!"

Zhang Hongyuan turned around, flicked his sleeves, and headed straight for the private room numbered "Di" on the second floor.

Tang Wunao and Xu Jianren stared at each other, not expecting that Zhang Hongyuan had actually been defeated by Lin Ping. They both breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the other party leave.

"Wait!"

Lin Ping spoke again, casually tossing out five hundred taels of silver: "I'll take the private room of the Earth tier as well!"

"Lin Ping, you..."

Zhang Hongyuan gritted his teeth in anger, but couldn't afford to start a fight: "Let's go to the private room in the Xuan section."

"I'll take this one too."

Lin Ping threw out another two hundred taels of silver.

Pan Jinxiang knelt on the ground, picking up the silver notes nonstop, her smile brighter than a chrysanthemum.

"Sigh... This is really troublesome. How about this, I'll offer three thousand taels of silver to book all the private rooms on the second floor."

Lin Ping shook his head helplessly and casually tossed out several thousand taels of silver.

Zhang Hongyuan's gloomy face was dripping with water; he had never been insulted like this before.

My friend is, after all, the son of the prefect and a military officer; he can't very well sit in the main hall on the first floor...

That's right, he couldn't sit in the lobby on the first floor, he could only stand!

The first floor is full! That's right, the first floor was already full while the two sides were arguing!

Many people were already secretly applauding Lin Ping, as they also disapproved of Zhang Hongyuan's arrogant and domineering behavior.

Seeing the three men walk towards the front row, everyone turned their heads to look at their toes, completely ignoring Zhang Hongyuan's existence. Offering a seat? Forget about it!

Tang Wunao swallowed hard, gave Lin Ping a thumbs up, and whispered, "Dude, awesome!"

Jiang Yunyu kept pinching Lin Ping's thigh in the dark. This silver was obtained by exchanging salt from the city lord's mansion. In less than a day, nearly half of it had been spent. The little fat boy was almost heartbroken and cried.

Lin Ping knew what the chubby boy was thinking, and hurriedly took out a tael of silver.

Jiang Yunyu's eyes widened, and he nimbly snatched the tael of silver from Lin Ping's hand, almost screaming with joy.

Lin Ping and the others entered the top-tier private room, but the entire second floor seemed rather empty.

At the same time, the screens around the high platform in the center of the first floor were removed, and the red gauze curtains were also lifted, revealing six dancing girls dressed in brightly colored clothes. Then, a singing girl in a plain dress came out.

These seven women are all quite attractive and have good figures; their graceful dance steps create a beautiful picture.

The once noisy hall suddenly fell silent, and the sanctimonious scholars and literati all stood on tiptoe and craned their necks, wishing they could look down at the women along their necks.

"Seven Qing Dynasty performers on the same stage... truly worthy of Wutongyuan!"

Xu Jianren said with a look of astonishment, naturally able to judge the status of these people in Wutong Garden.

Actually, this is easy to determine. Brothel owners and experienced courtesans don't have the opportunity to perform on stage. Apart from the top courtesan, all those who can perform are from brothels that are not yet in service. Naturally, the top courtesan won't be on stage for the first performance.

Lin Ping was also filled with emotion, and finally understood why Chongniang had to sell herself to Qingfeng Tower. It must be because the competition in Wutong Garden was too fierce, and even she couldn't earn much money.

In fact, not long ago, Chongniang had the opportunity to compete for the title of Flower Queen and was quite popular. Since the arrival of this new Flower Queen, no one has been able to ascend to the throne of Flower Queen.

Of course, the Qingguan are also divided into different levels. Someone like Chongniang is probably in the first level, and has the opportunity to perform on stage alone. But the seven people on stage now probably can't even get into the top three.

However, Wutongyuan was a first-class brothel, and there were no brothels of lower rank.

The performance lasted about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea. The six geisha's dance moves were quite alluring, and the singers' voices were also quite good.

The performance garnered much applause at the end, and some wealthy young men with ideas secretly went backstage to discuss prices with the girls they liked.

If an agreement can be reached, you will be invited up to the fourth floor; if not, you will simply leave after the performance.

Tang Wunao and the others watched with great interest, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets. Lin Ping wasn't particularly resistant either, as it was his first time watching a performance live.

After five or six performances in a row, the audience in the seats seemed to be getting a little tired of it. The similar dances and music could cause aesthetic fatigue.

Moreover, most people come to see the courtesan's beautiful face, and whether they can see her in person depends on the opportunity. Hearing her voice is also a very good choice.

Perhaps sensing the audience's boredom, Pan Jinxiang gave a wink to the pimps, and the four of them hurriedly went up to the platform and lowered the curtains on all four sides again.

Everyone immediately understood what was going on, and they all held their breath and strained their ears, not wanting to miss the slightest sound.

Such an aura aroused Lin Ping's curiosity. Being on the second floor, he could vaguely see what was happening on the stage from above.

When the entire Wutong Garden was silent, a sound like tearing silk suddenly came from the high platform, which then became melodious and deep.

Through the red gauze curtain, the crowd seemed to see two figures. One of them sat cross-legged with a seven-stringed zither in front of him, while the other stood beside him. No further details could be known.

"The main road of Chang'an connects to narrow lanes, with seven fragrant carriages drawn by blue oxen and white horses. Jade palanquins crisscross past the mansions of the nobles, while golden whips fly in succession toward the estates of the marquises..."

A sweet voice drifted from within the curtains, clearer than the song of a golden oriole and more ethereal than the babbling of a stream.

This enchanting voice, like a gentle spring breeze and drizzle, seeped into everyone's bodies through their pores, reaching their very souls.

Everyone closed their eyes slightly, listening intently, their hearts completely captivated by the melody.

When the melody is high-pitched, everyone's emotions surge; when the melody is mournful, everyone is depressed and frowns.

Lin Ping was also captivated by that gentle, caressing hand, and his expression changed constantly.

"May I ask the wind that blows through the purple mist, where I once learned to dance and spent my youthful years? If we could become a pair of mandarin ducks, I would not hesitate to die; I would rather be a pair of mandarin ducks than envy the immortals."

The crisp sound suddenly turned dull, and the gurgling water became heavy.

Lin Ping's heart skipped a beat, filled with indescribable sorrow and grief.