In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Lin Xiaolu smiled politely, and asked casually while being patted off by several tortoises:

"Where's Yingge?"

"Yingge hasn't started work yet." The mother in charge said with a smile on her face unchanged:

"She hasn't been feeling well for the past two days. I asked her to apply for a time to start work. She is probably resting at home right now."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu said "hmm", exchanged greetings with the woman in front of him, and then led Ling Wei who was looking around to the stairs next to the brothel hall.

Walking on the stairs hung with colored lanterns, Ling Wei asked curiously: "Shopkeeper Xiaolin, what is Qingguan?"

Lin Xiaolu followed Mr. Gui upstairs, and responded slowly:

"Qing Guanren refer to some women who perform arts without selling their bodies. They are generally all-round talents trained by brothels since childhood. They can sing songs, play chess, speak lyrics, and play the piano."

"Oh, that's it, what does the red lady mean?" Ling Wei continued to ask.

"Red ladies are women who sell themselves like Yingge." Lin Xiaolu knew everything: "Most of them joined brothels halfway to earn more money for living. I don’t have any special skills, I can only earn some hard money by doing some flesh and blood business.”

"Oh..." Ling Wei agreed in a daze, and then whispered:

"I thought brothels were full of prostitute girls, but I didn't expect there were some who didn't."

Lin Xiaolu smiled and explained:

"There are no absolutes in everything. It is unrealistic to say that the courtiers will not accept customers for the rest of their lives. After all, those talented scholars and poets who hang around in romantic places don't just come to listen to a little song or two. As long as the price is high enough, the courtesan There are always times when people let go.

The so-called Qing Dynasty people do not sell their bodies, which is actually a way of driving up their social status. How can there be a place like a brothel and a brothel? It is expected that their grooming rights can be bought, which means the first time on the virgin night. "

Hearing this, Ling Wei roughly understood, and asked with a smirk:

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, how many grooming rights have you bought from the nobles?"

Lin Xiaolu shook his head, followed Mr. Gui to the promenade on the second floor of Furongfang, passed by one after another beautiful girls, and said:

"I don't have any feelings for women. Besides, buying the grooming rights of Qingyuan people is basically equivalent to buying them all. I want to take them back to be concubines. It's too troublesome. I can also be regarded as a practitioner. Pure heart If you have few desires, you can't owe these troubles."

Walking and chatting along the way, Lin Xiaolu followed Mr. Gui to a private room, which relies on a long corridor and overlooks the hall on the first floor through the hollowed-out wooden windows.

The setting in the room is also well-dressed, red sandalwood is also ordered, fruits, snacks, drinks and dishes are also served, and because it is snowing today and the weather is cold, there is a heater in the private room, which is very warm and comfortable.

As soon as Lin Xiaolu and Ling Wei sat down by the hollowed-out window, Mr. Gui obsequiously asked if the waiter could come up.

Lin Xiaolu nodded naturally, and then he poured himself a glass of wine, and began to drink comfortably.

Ling Wei in front of her looked around curiously, eating a piece of mung bean cake very happily.

"It's not bad here, the environment is very good, but the wine is not as good as the wine brewed by shopkeeper Xiaolin."

Lin Xiaolu smiled, threw a fennel bean into his mouth, and drank the wine in the celadon wine glass in one gulp, exhaled and said with a smile:

"Although there is only one brothel in Mudan Town, Furongfang, the scale is actually not small. Most of the people who come to this brothel on weekdays are businessmen who come to Mudan Town to do business, or they come here to enjoy the flowers when the peony flowers bloom. The literati and poets have a little spare money in their pockets, so although the scale of Furongfang is small, the sparrows are small and complete, whether it is the quality of the courtiers, or the food, drinks, decorations, etc. are not inferior to those in the big brothel."

Lin Xiaolu talked and drank, and not long after, two noble men walked into the private room side by side.

The two girls are about 16 to 17 years old. They have pretty faces and are wearing dark green dresses. Because there is a heater in the room, they are not cold, and their clothes are not much. shoulders, with a smile on her shoulders, showing a girlish figure generously.

"My family has met shopkeeper Xiao Lin." The second daughter nodded at Lin Xiaolu.

Lin Xiaolu, who was drinking, gave a casual "hmm", glanced at the Yaoqin and chords they carried with them, and asked with a smile:

"Can the two girls sing the Palace of Eternal Life?"

"Yes, yes, our sisters are very good at it." The girl who was holding Yaoqin said with a red face, her eyes kept sneaking at Lin Xiaolu.

Lin Xiaolu is very famous in Peony Town, and he is very mysterious. No one knows his background, origin, or even his name, but he has always spent a lot of money, and the wine he brews is famous far and wide. The older prostitute, such a handsome and pleasant man who only drinks vegetarian wine, is naturally more likable.

Soon, in the warm private room, the two girls played the piano and plucked the strings, babbling and singing, while Lin Xiaolu was sitting at the table, holding his cheek with one hand, and listening comfortably with the delicate wine glass in the other. , at this moment, the golden candlelight in the brothel pierced through the cracks in the hollow wooden windows, leaving a conspicuous golden band on his handsome young face, and the band just fell on his vicissitudes and blurred eyes, like a special The golden horizontal bars shining on his eyes made his eyes seem to start to glow with golden light.

This scene is very beautiful, and it also adds a lot of mystery to the young man's handsomeness. Ling Wei, who is across the table, is amazed, with mung bean cake stuffed in his mouth, he mumbles:

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, you are the most mysterious and powerful person I have ever met, and you are pretty good-looking. I think you are too talented to open a tavern. You should come here to sell yourself and designate yourself as the number one."

Lin Xiaolu: ...

In front of him, the boy glared at the girl, then closed his eyes, not bothering to pay attention to the silly girl in front of him, and continued to hold his forehead, appreciating the soft-spoken Jiangnan singing.

For a period of time after that, Lin Xiaolu just drank and listened to the music so comfortably, while Ling Wei ate the pastries here, and the small mouth never stopped, maybe she didn't realize it herself, she opened a new skills.

As time went by, the number of customers in the brothel gradually increased, and the laughter of the girls and the molestation of the guests also increased. In the hall downstairs, several girls sang other operas. Lin Xiaolu At this moment, he was in a good mood and very comfortable, but just as he was engrossed in listening to it, there was a discordant sound of blowing fur downstairs, which directly broke his good mood.

"Where's the little bitch from yesterday? Let her accompany me! I like this kind of tough and silent ones, and this time I have to get her to talk!"

Lin Xiaolu, who was listening to the music, frowned slightly, and opened his eyes in the hollow light and shadow.

Downstairs, the mother in charge's flattering and laughing voice sounded:

"My grandfather, Yingge is not feeling well and hasn't come yet. I'll change a girl for you. Look?"

"What are you! She was not feeling well and she called yesterday! How would she know she was not feeling well if she didn't call me, don't you think?"

"Hahahahaha~" There was a burst of laughter.