Prostitution

It's getting late, and the lights are on.

There is a golden plaque on the ocher gate, and the light is flickering.

In the private cabinet, cigarettes curl up like clouds.

There was one person lying on the spacious soft couch, his clothes were completely open, half hung on his shoulders, his eyebrows were like swords flying on his temples, his bright eyes were slender and deep, with a smile in his eyes, looking at the young man lying on his chest and crotch, it seemed that he was still falling. A few barely audible groans.

The two teenagers were ups and downs, struggling to swallow, moaning in their voices from time to time, they enjoyed listening to it more than the lying father.

The Xiangge is only one door away from the study room, which is for business and entertainment.

Today he has already dealt with all the business affairs, but he still hears the sound of footsteps going back and forth next door.

Finally, he was tired of the sound of the door opening and closing, and raised his eyebrows lightly to the guard outside the door,

"Lian Qi, come in."

Lian Qi hurriedly turned around and stepped into the Fragrant Pavilion. This scene of fragrant and warm colors is commonplace, and the voice of the reply can be described as cold, "Master."

The boy kneeling beside the soft couch didn't shy away from it, and continued to move.

"Running in and out is not too noisy, do you still have official documents?"

Lian Qi clasped his hands and replied, "It's not an official document. It's... a post from a famous academy."

"What greeting?"

"Master forgot, today is the white eyebrow event."

The annual white eyebrow event is a festival for prostitutes, and there is nothing left to celebrate, but the most important thing is to introduce newcomers to sell at high prices.

Who in the world does not know that Huaijing Wang Yuancheng is fond of men, and the men's brothels in the capital send prostitutes to the palace every now and then, so there is no need for him to participate in the so-called grand gathering.So he didn't move the stack of letters on the book case, but at this time of year, those courtyard masters, landlords, and pavilion masters still happily send them to him.

Lian Qi stood aside, waiting for orders.

Yuan Cheng half-closed his eyes and thought for a while,

"Changing clothes," he sat up with a sweep of his legs, and asked, "Who sent the greetings?"

Lian Qi fetched a blue shirt with a black and purple border, and said, "Wutong Courtyard, Lanyi Building, Lianyi Pavilion, and Xiaoxiang Pavilion..."

Yuan Cheng raised his hand, and according to Lian Qi's words, he would still get a stick of incense, "Forget it, let's talk about which one comes the most frequently?"

"Lianyi Pavilion," Lian Qi blurted out, this is the one that was sent in just now, "it's already the fifth one. I remember I gave it away several times last year."

Yuan Cheng raised his chin and folded his collar, his clothes swayed slightly, and the pattern of Liuyun Baifu was lifelike, "Let's just do it, Ai Bi's matter, what tricks can you play."

Lian Qi paused with his busy hands left and right, and looked up curiously. The two young men beside him couldn't understand, so they had to look at him.

Yuan Cheng glanced at the three of them, then laughed at himself, "It means boar. You two pack up too, let's go together."

Xiao Guan was overjoyed when he heard the words, turned around and ran out of the Xiangge.

Before entering the commercial street, the sound of gongs and drums shook the sky.

The fireworks are shining, the colors are shining in the sky, welcoming and sending off, unprecedented prosperity, and this place can also reflect how prosperous the people's livelihood is in the Dakang Dynasty.

Although Lianyi Pavilion sends greetings every year, it is the first time for King Huaijing to visit. The old bustard's flaming red lips are almost open to the ears. Separated, it can accommodate more than ten people.

On the stage, one show after another has to be performed.No matter whether it is Yangchun Baixue or Xia Liba people, it is not too much to worry about being high-ranking, and it is not too much to be too vulgar. In short, the drama that the old bustard has painstakingly prepared has won applause from all the audience.

But I don't know that the gentleman in the stand seemed to be impatient, so he simply took off his clothes and started doing happy things again, lying down as usual to be served by the accompanying young lady.

The brothel is a place that sells flesh, and whoever looks good will be favored, and the truth has not changed through the ages.But the white eyebrow event is only held once a year, and the rules of treating people equally are unbreakable. They are also prostitutes, so they have to be given the opportunity to show off.

Therefore, in the second half, even those well-known or little-known young men came to the stage, they must have put in all their energy, and their talents in performances were not too shabby.

But there is a young lady in Lianyi Pavilion who is surprisingly shabby, but he has no choice but to go up when it's his turn.

As a person in the world of mortals, even if she doesn't have any skills, Wang Po will always sell melons and boast about herself, as a joke or something, and she can make a fortune and make a name for herself.

The stage was emptied and the red curtains were pulled back. The gentleman was almost utterly stunned by a pair of big, piercing gong-like eyes from behind, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go on stage.

The audience in the audience was full of guests, and there were crowds of people. When they saw him come out after pulling down the curtain, they immediately burst into applause.

This is not the first time this gentleman has faced this kind of scene. He saw him, his fly whisk passed by, he lifted his white robe and skirt, took a figure-of-sight step, cleared his throat a little, and opened his mouth.

"All the officials who are as deep as the sea, there is no corner in the following, and this room is polite."

"Okay!" As soon as the voice fell, someone applauded.

What a fart, like a fool, the owner of the bull's eye behind the curtain secretly despises.

Wen Wuyu continued,

"Since it is a grand gathering to celebrate with the king, I will show my shame and recite a section of "Tao Te Ching" for you..."

"What? "Tao Te Ching"?" A drunken burly man choked out and said with his tongue out, "Don't look at you...dressed in white like a Taoist, Taoist priest, you really, treat yourself as a Taoist, Taoist priest Huh? I don’t listen to Tao Te Ching, I want to…”

This man was dragged into a seat by another man, Xu felt ashamed.

Then there was another voice, soberer than that rough man, with green clothes and wide sleeves, he looked like a literati, "If I remember correctly, the young man recited the entire Tao Te Ching last year."

Wen Wuyu said calmly, "Exactly."

"Looks like I recited it the year before last?"

"Exactly."

"The year before last?"

"Yes, this benefactor has a good memory."

Cuiyi guest officer got angry, slapped the table and shouted, "I recite the Tao Te Ching every year, how can I be treated like a monkey?!"

"That's it!" The audience immediately echoed.

Wen Wuyu's jade face and star eyes did not change color, Yun Danfeng explained lightly, "This statement is wrong. I recited the Tao Te Ching the year before last, and I used the qin and se to make peace with it, and last year I used the flute and sheng to make peace with it..."

"What about this year? What kind of instrument do you plan to use?"

Wen Wuyu hesitated for a moment, then turned around and lifted the curtain and pulled out a young servant with a face full of bitterness and hatred, "There is a backup dancer this year."

The audience was dumbfounded and silent.

The boy's face was blank for a moment, and immediately his eyes, nose and mouth were crowded into a ball and he scolded the gentleman silently, "Back-up dancer? With you big-headed ghost! I won't do it!"

But suddenly there was a burst of maniacal laughter from the high pavilion, almost dying of laughter, everyone followed the sound, but saw a figure standing up behind the plain gauze curtain, a corner of the curtain was lifted, revealing half of his body in disheveled clothes.

"King Huai Jing?" The audience muttered softly.After meeting each other's eyes, they all prepared to bow down and bow down.

But Wen Yuancheng smiled and said, "It's the same pleasure-seeking, you don't have to stick to the etiquette, I offer 1000 taels, let him recite it once, do you have any objections?"

"Let the prince decide..."

On the stage, the two stood alone, staring at Gaoge, as if their souls were out of their bodies.

Yuan Cheng walked out of the curtain at this time, his sharp eyes seemed to be smiling, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a hint of sarcasm, "Recite, this king will never let you go."