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After leaving the tavern, Su Xia turned around and walked not far when she saw a plaque reading "Huixian Yaxu" at the door. She secretly guessed that this should be a place for literati to practice their writing.

But I never thought that as soon as I entered the door, there would be lingering sounds of silk and bamboo, accompanied by a faint fragrance, and there would be light gauze curtains between the buildings.

A young woman came forward, about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although she did not wear much makeup, she was still outstanding. She had a slim waist, elegant manners, and was very polite to herself: "Your Majesty, please come with me. .”

Su Xia nodded and took a few steps forward. Suddenly she realized something was wrong - she was in the wrong place!

This is not a place for dancing and writing, but more like a romantic brothel!

Suddenly, Su Xia wanted to run back. Looking at the young woman walking in front, Su Xia simply thought, why not come here to see something.

In the past, when I was in the special forces, I had discipline and never had the opportunity to go to the "red light district." Now, I don't have discipline, so why not...

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and followed the young beauty upstairs.

Somehow, Su Xia felt that this was a little different from the brothel she imagined.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, romantic places with feasting and feasting were very developed.

However, what I saw in front of me was not like standing on the street soliciting customers like in the costume TV series. It seemed that this place should be a high-end place.

Several young women gathered around, and they looked pretty good, especially when they were holding the pipa, they were very sultry.

Only then did Su Xia understand what it meant to still hold the pipa and half-cover her face.

Looking inside the pavilion, there are several scenes of flowing water, and the pleasant places such as flowers and pools are also beautifully built, very elegant and unique.

While Su Xia felt the exquisiteness of this scene, she secretly wondered what she would do when she went in.

Even though he entered the brothel, he did not intend to vent the "unknown fire" in his heart. He planned to ask the madam about Lin Chong, the leopard head.

As she followed the young woman up another flight of stairs, the accompaniment of Sizhu's vocals gradually disappeared, but from time to time there was the sound of singing and dancing, which surprised Su Xia.

Originally, he thought that the brothel would be filled with the sounds of men and women, but he never thought that all he heard were the sounds of singing and dancing.

It seems that this "Huixian Yaxu" is by no means a low-end place to "discharge one's desires".

However, Su Xia didn't think so much. Since this is a brothel, it must also be the center of information.

Thinking of this, Su Xia casually threw out five taels of silver and called the young beauty who followed her: "Miss, can you find your madam? I have something to ask her for!"

Unexpectedly, this young woman actually put away her smile and said with some disdain: "Sir, this is your first time here."

"Yes what's the matter?"

"This is not an ordinary place. If you want to have sex directly, I suggest you go out and turn right and walk two miles. It is more suitable. This is "Huixian Yaxu". If you want to see someone, you must first meet the right person. Maybe you can compose a poem, we think it’s appropriate, so that it can be seen.”

Su Xia immediately understood that it takes some real ability to dare to come here.

Looking around, the upstairs is really filled with unfinished couplets and poems written by guests.

Su Xia was a little uncomfortable with the couple for a while, so she simply asked: "Excuse me, are there any requirements for this poem?"

The young beauty's red lips slightly opened: "This Huixian Yashu, from the name, it is not only a place of literature and ink, but also a place of love and romance. Naturally, love poems are the best."

After hearing what this young woman said, Su Xia took it into consideration.

A poem by Nalan Xingde from the Qing Dynasty suddenly came to his mind - "Magnolia: The Phrases of Ancient Jue Jue Ci Cambodian Friends".

These people must have never heard of this poem, so they ordered: "Bring up the pen!"

The woman was really ready to write.

Su Xia was also unambiguous and left this poem on the rice paper seriously:

If life is just like first sight, why is Qiu Feng sadly painting a fan.

Waiting for leisure to change but the old people's mind, but the old people's mind is easy to change.

Lishan language stopped the night for a while, tears, rain, and Lin Ling did not complain.

How Bo Xing Jin Yilang, wishing the same day.

After Su Xia put away her pen, she saw the woman next to her widened her eyes and sighed repeatedly: "Good poem, good poem. The little girl was rude just now. Please treat me as a guest."

After writing this poem, the young woman immediately became attentive to her. It seems that she is not worshiping who is the richest, but who is the most educated!

Following the young woman through the pavilion where she listened to operas and music, Su Xia walked into a single room.

"Please, I'll call someone right away and ask the guest officer to wait a moment."

After Su Xia sat down, she looked around. Not long after, a middle-aged madam came into the room holding a handkerchief. She said she was the madam. Su Xia was probably only forty years old, and she could tell at a glance that she was not a gaudy person. As soon as the man entered the house, he said:

"I said to this official, you are a talented person at first glance. I just passed by the door and saw the poem you wrote. It is really amazing! My "Huixian Yaxu" has many guests every day, but there are many people who can write good poems. Not many."

Seeing someone praise me like this.

Su Xia: "I'm just writing casually, and I'd like to ask you to inquire about something."

While the two were talking, a maid immediately poured water for them.

The old bustard said at the beginning: "I said this official came from the north, right?"

"Oh? How can you tell this?"

"The accent, but, sir, your poem moved me. I came to see you. I wonder if you are here for our Qing Ning girl."

"Which lime?"

"Xu Qingning, Miss Xu, to be honest, there are quite a few people who have come for our Miss Xu these days, but. Master, our Miss Xu is a geisha, and she does not sell her body as a prostitute. No matter how good your poems are and how much money you make, You can only sing poems to us, Miss Xu, but forget about anything else, it’s not a matter of money, even a hundred taels of silver or a thousand taels of silver won’t do.”

"I think you may have misunderstood me. I haven't said what I want yet. Besides, I still don't know who Xu Qingning you are talking about!"

Madam: "If it's not for Miss Qing Ning, then why did you come to me?"

"I want to ask you something. How much money will it cost?"

The old madam smiled: "You are joking, I value literary talent over money here. Your poems are well written. I don't charge you for asking!"

Su Xia nodded and thanked: "I only came to inquire about one person. This person's surname is Lin Mingchong. He was formerly the instructor of the 80 Imperial Army in Tokyo. Lin Chong. I wonder if my mother has heard of it?"

The old bustard said: "Of course I know that the matter of Coach Lin has spread throughout the entire capital. However, he has been convicted by the Kaifeng governor for assassinating his wife. This matter has been spread throughout Bianjing."

"What did you say? Coach Lin has been assassinated?"

"You don't know yet, but Coach Lin offended Gao Yanei and has been assigned to Cangzhou!"

"You mean, Coach Lin has been assassinated? How many days has it been?"

"It must have been a week."

Hearing what the old bustard said, Su Xia couldn't help but feel a little regretful.