A scholar’s ​​path to becoming a god

The madam looked at Sheng Zhiyu, his eyes were amazed, but he felt something was wrong:

"Young master, I'm afraid you are kidding me. This girl is born with such beautiful beauty and noble temperament. She looks like a young lady from a wealthy family. But she must be a girl from a rich family after being sold to a place like this. She doesn't cry or make trouble. There’s a ghost.”

Song Qiran said: "This girl's ambition is to become a brothel girl, isn't that allowed?"

The madam looked at Sheng Zhiyu again, and Sheng Zhiyu even smiled at her.

This smile was like a hundred flowers blooming. The old bustard's eyes widened. He gave Song Qiran a bag of gold: "I'll give these to you. I'll accept them. Don't even think about going back on your word!"

Song Qiran glanced at Sheng Zhiyu worriedly, then took the gold and left.

"Girl, what's your name?" The madam's tone was almost flattering.

Sheng Zhiyu said: "It doesn't matter what my name is. Mom, just give me a fancy name."

The madam smiled so hard that his gums were exposed: "We originally had four famous people in the building, but they had an accident some time ago, so you can take over."

The corners of Sheng Zhiyu's mouth twitched, Hua, Hua girl?

Why does it feel so strange?

The old madam said: "Every girl who enters the building will show her face in front of the guests that night, and then bid for her first night. I wonder what talent Hua'er has?"

Although Sheng Zhiyu's face is very capable, but as an oiran, you always have to have some talent.

Sheng Zhiyu said: "I have some knowledge of music."

The madam nodded: "That's good. The former Hua'er girl left a pipa. It would be great if you can continue to use it."

After saying that, she immediately ordered her servants to take Sheng Zhiyu to the place where she would live in the future.

Because she had to prepare to receive guests in the evening, when she returned to the room, there was a little maid waiting on Sheng Zhiyu to take a bath and change clothes first.

"Girl Hua'er, your skin is really nice. I think you should be called Feng." said the little maid.

Sheng Zhiyu raised his eyebrows: "Does Fenghuaxueyue still have an internal ranking?"

The little maid nodded: "Yes, the wind comes first, the flowers come second, and then the snow and the moon. But the name of the flower... is a bit unlucky..."

"How do you say it?" Sheng Zhiyu became interested.

Seeing Sheng Zhiyu's kindness, the little maid said: "Girls named after flowers will die inexplicably... Of course, girls have their own fate, and the flower girls who have accidents all fall from the top of the wind, like It’s okay for the girl to stay on top of the flowers from the beginning.”

Sheng Zhiyu knew that this was a clue: "How many Huaer girls have died before?"

The little maid said: "About...five or six."

Sheng Zhiyu frowned. If he killed someone out of jealousy, shouldn't Feng die first?

The little maid immediately said: "This internal ranking can be changed. Maybe if the girl performs well tonight, she will be promoted to Feng tomorrow!"

Sheng Zhiyu nodded: "Can you tell me the stories of these four big names?"

Sheng Zhiyu was inquiring about inside information, while Gu Xingzhou and Qi Heyi were guarding the restaurant not far outside.

Because the voice chat was enabled in the group, they could all hear Sheng Zhiyu's situation there in time.

At this time, the inside of the restaurant was also boiling.

"Did you hear that another stunning beauty came to Fuxiang Tower today? She said she was going to bid for her first night tonight!"

"It has nothing to do with us. It needs at least a hundred taels of gold."

"It's good to go and have a look. I don't know which noble man got the advantage. Last time, Miss Feng was raped by His Highness the Crown Prince..."

"..."

"Senior Sister is really willing to risk everything." Qi Heyi said anxiously, "Isn't she afraid of selling herself out?"

Gu Xingzhou pursed his thin lips slightly, and was a little worried about Sheng Zhiyu. Although she said that she could hypnotize guests with music, what if there was an accident?

Finally at night, the entire Qinglong Street was lit up with lanterns and it was very lively, with many noble people coming here to admire it.

Suddenly, the spacious streets were crowded.

Sheng Zhiyu was dressed up well. As soon as he went out, he met a beauty in green. He looked at her and smiled: "This must be the flower girl."

The little maid reminded from the side: "This is Miss Feng, the first of the four oirans."

Sheng Zhiyu sighed at Miss Feng's beauty: "Hello, Sister Feng."

A strange light flashed in Miss Feng's beautiful eyes: "You're welcome, sister. After tonight, Feng's top position will probably change hands."

After saying that, she Shi Shiran returned to the room.

Sheng Zhiyu looked at Miss Feng's back in silence.

Just now, she felt that this woman had a very powerful evil spirit.

Gu Xingzhou and Qi Heyi mingled among the guests, waiting for Sheng Zhiyu to come out.

Finally, the curtain in front slowly opened, and a woman in a white dress stood in the middle of the stage, holding a pipa in her arms and playing it slowly with her bare hands.

There was a veil on her face, but Gu Xingzhou recognized from those eyes that this was Sheng Zhiyu.

Following the melody of the pipa, Sheng Zhiyu danced with ease, his posture like the softest wicker on the branches in early spring, graceful and moving.

Although the guests present could not see her face clearly, three souls and six souls had already been seduced away.

The pipa played faster and faster, Sheng Zhiyu's dance steps became faster and faster, and her skirt slowly turned crimson.

When the music reached its climax, she actually hung the pipa behind her back.

"She can actually play the pipa!" a guest exclaimed.

Finally, when the song ended, Sheng Zhiyu lifted the veil.

Gu Xingzhou looked at her, as if he couldn't take his eyes away.

She put on light makeup and exuded a natural charm. The eyes of the men in the whole room wanted to be glued to her.

Isn't she worried that she will be in danger?

Gu Xingzhou was a little depressed.

"I'll pay you one hundred taels of gold!"

"Two hundred taels!"

……

The guests have already begun to bid.

"Senior, what should I do? Senior sister is really going to sell herself out." Qi Heyi said anxiously.

Gu Xingzhou was not in a hurry: "Wait a little longer."

Finally, when a young man shouted out a thousand taels of gold, no one stopped shouting out the price.

"He is the young master of Marquis Nanping."

"Forget it, Marquis Nanping is famous for being rich."

Sheng Zhiyu glanced at Mr. Nanping Hou and showed a gentle smile.

Anyway, it was the same for everyone, he was stunned when he entered the room.

The Marquis of Nanping felt weak all over at this sight. Just when he was feeling proud, a clear voice sounded:

"Two thousand taels of gold."

The guests were in an uproar, and Sheng Zhiyu also raised his eyebrows and looked at Gu Xingzhou, as if asking him where he got so much money.

"Can you afford so much money?" Prince Nanping didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to show up halfway, and his nose was crooked with anger.

Gu Xingzhou took out a stack of banknotes: "Is that enough?"

"That's enough, that's enough!" The madam checked the banknotes and found out that they were all genuine. She laughed so hard that she couldn't even see her eyes.

I didn't expect this flower girl to be so valuable. After one night, I could give her the top card.