Suppliers from both worlds have dominated the world since Datang!

"Who is the best girl here?"

Zhuang Zhou forced himself to calm down and acted like a wealthy young man.

But it always looks a little awkward.

When the old bustard heard Zhuang Zhou ask this question, he immediately said:

"Of course it's Ruby Girl!"

"Oh, is she the richest here?"

"The richest? What do you mean?"

"No, I mean she is the most expensive?"

"You said this, of course!"

The old bustard explained:

"And our Hongyu girl may not be able to see you even if you have money?"

"Oh, why?"

"Is this your first time coming to our place, young master?"

"Ah, so what, I'm new to Chang'an."

"That's right!"

The old bustard chuckled and said:

"This Hongyu girl is the number one in our Fengyi Academy. There are three major courtesans in Chang'an, and Hongyu girl is one of them."

Of course Zhuang Zhou didn't know what the oiran represented.

But it should be a kind of reputation!

As the old bustard spoke, he looked at Zhuang Zhou again:

"Young master, you want to see Miss Hongyu?"

Zhuang Zhou coughed dryly, thinking that since he was an oiran.

If you can sell the mirror to her, she can promote it.

Isn’t this business done?

"Yes, I just want to see her. How much does it cost?"

"Master, don't worry, I've already told you about this ruby ​​girl, you can't see her only if you have money."

With that said, he led Zhuang Zhou to the second floor.

Come to a wide hall.

I saw that it was densely packed with people.

I'm afraid there must be nearly a hundred people.

"Hey, young master, these are all waiting to see Miss Hongyu!"

"???"

What a big star is this!

This kind of pomp?

Zhuang Zhou hasn't reacted yet.

Just listen to the old bustard saying:

"If you want to see Miss Hongyu, you have to pay an entrance fee of five guan first. Later at the poetry competition, if Miss Hongyu takes your fancy, someone will take you upstairs."

Ok?

what is this?

And a poetry contest?

Zhuang Zhou didn't understand.

He doesn't understand the key either.

Looking at the three people following behind, it's better to stay calm yourself!

Zhuang Zhou didn't want to be thought by the old madam that he had no strength.

After all, this also brings hundreds of mirrors waiting to be shot!

But five guans is a lot of money!

I can’t bear to let the child catch the wolf!

When the time comes, I want you to spit it all out to me.

I simply came to the brothel this time and brought ten strings of money with me.

Zhuang Zhou greeted Ma San and paid five strings.

The old bustard smiled from ear to ear.

Now Hongyu girl is the number one in her courtyard.

Occasionally hold a poetry contest.

You can make money from these stinky men.

But when it comes to the end, I can’t even see the girl’s face!

It’s no wonder Zhuang Zhou didn’t understand.

In this era, literati pay attention to dignity.

In terms of ideological realm, they consider themselves to be much higher than others.

But how to manifest it!

Then you have to rely on these poetry skills.

This is one of them.

The second is that this oiran is a truly powerful girl.

He is proficient in playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Even the ladies and ladies of high-ranking officials and nobles are far behind.

This is real power.

Not the traffic star of later generations.

You are a great talent and can speak well.

A little girl can still speak well.

The key point is that the poems written by others are no worse than yours.

However, due to the limitations of the times, women did not have the opportunity to show their faces.

So the brothel is their opportunity to show off.

And literati are even more eager to do this.

Reciting orally, these Chang'an courtesans were created.

You know, even if you are a high-ranking official, it is not easy to see them.

Zhuang Zhou was led through the small square tables.

Finally came to a more remote corner.

I could barely see the attic in front of me.

No way!

It was too late.

Everyone has taken up all the good seats.

And look at this posture.

It would be nice to still have some space.

Unexpectedly, this ruby ​​girl was so famous.

I spent five guan today, and I have to get my money back no matter what.

Zhuang Zhou called Ma San, Fat Tiger and Skinny Monkey to take their seats.

After all, I spent five guan, so I still had tea.

Ma San filled Zhuang Zhou with tea, and Zhuang Zhou asked them to be more confident and act like they had seen the world.

In fact, Zhuang Zhou himself felt very guilty.

Where has he seen such a scene before?

At this time, I heard the guests next to me talking:

"Brother Wenyuan, have you prepared any masterpieces today that you can show off later?"

"I do have a poem. I'll ask Miss Hongyu to taste it later."

"Hey! It seems that Brother Wenyuan is bound to win tonight!"

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

"..."

A bunch of guys started bragging.

Zhuang Zhou ignored him and took a sip of tea.

Immediately afterwards, a noise was heard.

"Come on, come on, the show begins!"

"Everyone, just be quiet!"

"Hey, fat man, stop biting the girl!"

"The poetry contest is about to start, and I don't know who will be lucky enough to win the Spring Night tonight."

"..."

The entire lobby quickly became quiet.

Zhuang Zhou also looked sideways and saw a young and beautiful woman appearing in the attic.

"You gentlemen!"

"Today my girl said, please use 'Sorrow' as the theme. There is no limit on the subject, any poem can be used."

After saying that, the maid slowly lowered a bamboo basket with a rope.

Then, he turned around and left.

Suddenly there was a commotion again in the hall, and someone immediately sighed:

"It's over! I can no longer use the poem I spent ten taels of gold for."

"I'm done too! I bought ten poems, but none of them have the theme of divorce."

"This used to be joyful and relaxing, but suddenly the theme was changed to 'sorrow'."

"It seems that no one will be able to have a drink alone with Ruby Girl tonight and talk about life."

"..."

The literati and poets talked a lot.

Zhuang Zhou finally understood.

These guys had already spent a lot of money to find someone to buy poems in advance.

Just to have a drink alone with the red jade girl and talk about life ideals.

Is it possible that this girl is also a master of philosophy of life?

Someone who specializes in answering people’s questions about life?

Although I was troubled by the impromptu questions asked by Hongyu girl.

But the literati and poets obviously don’t want to give up yet.

At this time, they all picked up the pen and paper prepared on the table, scratched their heads and frowned in deep thought.

Zhuang Zhou observed it for a while and finally figured it out.

If you create a poem, you can write it on paper.

Then put the poem in the basket.

Then a girl would hang the basket up and take a first look at it.

If he thinks the poem is good, he will present it to the ruby ​​girl in the attic.

Then the Hongyu girl will comment.

If someone is interested, a girl will come out and read out the poem on the spot.

Let everyone judge.

Although literati look down on each other, they can encounter truly good poetry.

Naturally, everyone applauded.

This is exactly the purpose of the poetry competition.

After all, those who come here are all respectable people.

You have to be able to afford to play, and you have to be able to afford to lose.

Zhuang Zhou saw that everyone was writing poetry, and he felt that he could not take it easy.

After all, I spent five dollars!

You must find a way to get back your money.

I must meet the Hongyu girl tonight and let her be my mirror spokesperson.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Zhou ordered:

"Ma San, I will serve you with pen and ink!"

Ma San is still watching the fun!

Unexpectedly, the boss of his own village still writes poems.

After coming back to his senses, he quickly set out his pen and paper.

Zhuang Zhou held the very twisted brush in his hand, frowned and thought for a while.

What should I write?

"Li Chou? Farewell?"

Ah!

Got it!