Xiao Qinghuan

The wind blows the fragrant curtain and the flowers enter the building, and the zither sings in a high-pitched way to ease the sorrow of the night.

If we talk about the scene of this prosperous age, about half of it is based on the face of this place where flowers sleep and willows sleep.

The master behind Wangchun Pavilion is some kind of wonderful person, and his business is not just low-level flesh and blood business.And not only in the Jiangnan generation, in addition to Pingjiang Mansion and Jiangning Mansion, even the business in the capital is also involved.

The girls in the pavilion were all raised by generals since they were young. They can play piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, dance and singing.If it is taken out, I am afraid that it will be more magnanimous than some ladies from aristocratic families.

In addition, the objects in Wangchun Pavilion are also first-class and exquisite, and Song Yinxiang is one of them.This fragrance is not as sticky and sweet as in other brothels. Instead, it is cooked with the finest Hanshan pine needles, which has an elegant appearance.

It's just that this incense is rare, it is said that the shopkeeper of Wangchun Pavilion made it himself, and the price per scale is no less than a hundred gold, so it is absolutely impossible to have the fragrance of this incense in other places besides Wangchun Pavilion.

When Yan Qing was coaxed and coaxed out of the house by Jiang Xiaohan, the word nonsense was written all over her face.He wished he could turn back the time to two hours ago, and maintain a "gentleman's friendship" with this Lord Jiang, so that the other party would be eager to drag him to the brothel, and pretend to see the world.

— Absurd!

"Ah Qing, you don't know something. This Wangchun Pavilion is different from the brothel next to it. It doesn't have so many obscene words and songs in it. It's about a talented man and a beautiful woman." Jiang Xiaohan smiled and hugged him by the shoulder: "But Just go around and ask for some news, you don't have to be so close to the enemy."

Yan Qing sideways avoided his hand: "Why? You know this very well?"

Jiang Xiaohan was taken aback, then laughed loudly and said, "Ah Qing's words sound like something to eat."

Yan Qing's face was very thin, and she frowned when she heard the words, seeming displeased: "I—"

"Okay, okay, I said the wrong thing." Jiang Xiaohan quickly smiled and subdued: "I just went there a few times when I was in Beijing to discuss things with my colleagues, and that's all for entertainment."

He just coaxed him well, but he didn't want to make him anxious anymore.

Yan Qing pursed his lips, he didn't know why he was so upset, he could only attribute it to the frivolity of this place.So he recited the Qingjing Sutra silently twice in his heart, and then glanced sideways at Jiang Xiaohan: "Really?"

"Of course." Jiang Xiaohan said with a smile: "Wangchun Pavilion spends a lot of money, and my meager salary is not even enough for drinking."

Yan Qing's complexion was slightly pale.

Jiang Xiaohan watched his expression change, and couldn't help feeling a little funny.He pressed the corners of his lips calmly, lest someone who accidentally smiled too much would be stared at again.

Wangchun Pavilion is a little far away from the house. On the other side of the West Street, it occupies half of the street in a mighty manner. From a long distance, you can see the magnolia flower sign hanging at the door.

There are old bustards or girls at the entrance of the nearby brothel to attract customers, but Wangchun Pavilion sent a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl to stand at the door with a small flower basket in her arms.The girl didn't speak when she saw the guest, she just blushed and lifted the tulle covering the flower basket, picked out a magnolia flower from it and handed it to the visitor.

Jiang Xiaohan didn't know whether he was really good at these socializings or what, not only smiled and took the magnolia flower and pinned it to his lapel, but also thanked the girl softly.

The girl who distributed the flowers looked up at him timidly, and the handsome young man smiled at her, which immediately made the girl bow her head shyly.

Yan Qing: "..."

Yan Qing silently looked away, deciding that what is out of sight is what is pure.

He declined the white magnolia offered by the girl, and was about to follow Jiang Xiaohan into the house when someone stopped him.

The charming girl pointed to the sword in his hand, and said softly: "Master, we are not allowed to bring swords here, you can leave the sword with me, and take it when you go out."

Yan Qing didn't ask her why she didn't stop Jiang Xiaohan, but just refused lightly: "No."

"Then you can't enter." Although the girl was a little afraid of him, she was still very firm: "The rules of Wangchun Pavilion, people with sharp weapons are not allowed to enter."

Yan Qing pursed her lips, took a step back, and was about to tell Jiang Xiaohan to wait for him outside, when the other party turned her head, raised her eyebrows, pulled Jiang Xiaohan by the arm, and led him into the room.

The girl couldn't stop her, so she could only watch helplessly as the two strode into the Wangchun Pavilion.

The Wangchun Pavilion is brightly lit, and there are girls singing soft Jiangnan ditties in the lobby, and the intoxicating fragrance of pine is floating in the air.

Jiang Xiaohan held Yan Qing's hand, only to feel that the other person's whole body was frozen into a piece of cold iron.

The bustard in the lobby came over with a handkerchief, and could hear the shrill voice from a long distance: "Oh, sir. There are rules wherever you go. If you come to the door with a sharp weapon, our business is not good. Do it."

The old bustard looked about 40 years old, although she still had the charm, but she couldn't help but show the age, the corners of the eyes were covered with lines, and the smell of makeup and powder was very choking.

Jiang Xiaohan quietly hid Yan Qing behind him, smiled when he heard this, and took out a golden bead from his sleeve like a prodigal dandy, and casually threw it into the air.

"Why, can I play or not?"

Yan Qing could see clearly from behind, Jiang Xiaohan's shoulders, which had always been straight, bent down a slight arc, and all the energy and energy in his whole body disappeared in an instant, and he looked at the bustard with a half-smile, Like an ordinary swinger.

The golden bead is very valuable, the old bustard rubbed it in his hands twice, and then smiled: "Young master is a straightforward person, then you can go back with me, so as not to scare the guests, but also to make the young master play happily." .”

Jiang Xiaohan was noncommittal, but turned around and pulled Yan Qing's arm affectionately and said, "Let me tell you, this is the largest brothel in Pingjiang. It is said that it can be described as 'bead curtains to invite guests in, emerald pearls to measure dendrobium'."

The old bustard at the front couldn't help covering his face and laughing: "Look at what you said, it's just rumors spread by outsiders, so it's not worth putting it on the table."

Along the way, there are many happy guests with beauties in their arms. Wangchun Pavilion is not only a women's business, but also a Nanfeng Pavilion. The handsome young man in tulle and soft shirt is leaning next to the happy guests, and he is even more beautiful than the women. Two points more heroic style.

Yan Qing knew that at this time, he should cooperate with Jiang Xiaohan and pretend to be having fun so as not to arouse suspicion, but he worked hard for a long time, but he was still pulled forward by Jiang Xiaohan like a piece of wood, saying nothing not come out.

Jiang Xiaohan looked sideways, and felt that under the lights, Yan Qing's ears and neck were covered with a thin layer of red, which was even more radiant than the warmth of the red silk tent.

He was startled by the thought that came to him suddenly, and he couldn't help shaking his head, as if he could shake the thought out.

Fortunately, the old bustard didn't take it seriously, she just regarded Yan Qing as an innocent young man who never came out to play, so she didn't suspect it.She led Jiang Xiaohan and them to a wing room on the second floor, and said with a smile: "In a while, a girl will come to choose for the two young masters, if you have any preferences, please let me know."

"You do it yourself." Jiang Xiaohan sat down casually at the table and poured himself half a glass of wine.

When the old bustard walked to the door, Jiang Xiaohan seemed to suddenly think of something: "Well, by the way, if you have a girl who just met a young man in black, bring them along with you."

The old bustard paused the hand that pushed the door, a little vigilant, she turned her head to look at Jiang Xiaohan, and said with a coquettish smile, "Master, are you looking for someone?"

"Hey." Jiang Xiaohan squeezed his eyes at her, revealing a look that could only be understood but could not be expressed in words: "My cousin just passed by Guibaodi, and he liked the sister very much when he saw her, but the house is strictly controlled and you are not allowed to enter. I heard that I If you want to come and play, ask me to set up a line for him, and ask this sister to go out and meet."

The girl in Wangchun Pavilion doesn't leave the pavilion easily, if she leaves the pavilion, it will cost a lot of money, the old bustard heard this and smiled clearly: "If that's the case, I'll ask the question on behalf of the young master."