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There is an alley in Zhaojing, the name is simple and rough, because it is paved with blue stone slabs, so it is named after it.

Qingshi Street, at first glance, feels a bit earthy, but after a closer look, it seems to have a return to the basics, and it seems to be a place where literati like to get together.In fact, there are indeed quite a few literati and poets who come to this street, but the articles they write and the poems they recite are all stained with sticky powder and fat, and they all sing in a romantic and melodious voice.

At night, hawkers close their stalls and shops are closed, but the streets are full of people coming and going, which is very lively.

In the hot summer, people turn to go out at night, or have a drink with friends, or walk around after a meal to digest food.Zhaojing is famous for its prosperity. At night, all the lights of Wanjia are lit up, illuminating a long street of Suzaku, running vertically from north to south of Zhaojing, connecting the city gate and the main gate of the imperial palace, shining brightly.

The lights on Suzaku Street lasted all night, and the bordering Qingshi Street was even more brightly lit and crowded with people.

The alley is only eight feet six wide, and when there are too many people, they will be crowded with each other, and it is even more difficult for a carriage to pass.Therefore, there is an unwritten rule here, no matter walking or driving, you have to go east and west, and even if you go wrong, you are not allowed to turn back.You have to go forward and finish the two miles, then turn back and come in from the east end, and do it all over again.

Occasionally see someone walking backwards, it must be a foreigner, in this capital city where a drop of cake from the sky can kill two big shots, even if you wear gold and silver and have the words "I have money" written all over your face , and no girls or young ladies are willing to come forward to greet you, just because you broke the rules, you are a country bumpkin, rich people go there, and talking to you is just a loss of your own grade.

There is so much to say about this street.

But all the people in Beijing, no matter men, women, old or young, opened their mouths to tell a few stories, and they all spoke with gusto.As a native of Zhaojing, you don’t need to know which hilltop the temple where the emperor inscribed his words is on, or which century-old willow tree the house of a certain Humero’s family from three dynasties is under, even if you can’t find the way to the palace. It doesn't matter, but if you don't know Qingshi Street, then you will be ashamed.

One street is only two miles away, but there are dozens of red, pink and green tiled buildings on both sides. Walking in from the east end, you will be greeted by the charming girls, and there is no shortage of slender young men.But in accordance with the rule of not turning back on the street, everyone was only delivered to the door of the store, and it was true that they could not go any further.

It was just dark and there were few people seeing off guests, most of them were standing at the door to welcome them.Naturally, there are people who make a show of their heads, but these are often not on the stage, and the shops are usually opened at the intersection of the street.People who would be stumped by these looks can only say that they have never seen the world, and they are definitely not regular visitors.Those who are really knowledgeable will know that the beauty of this Qingshi Street still needs to go in, the more you go in, the more wonderful it will be.Of course, the more inside, the higher the price.

When we reached the end of Erli Road, there were two inconspicuous facades, which were opened at the deepest part of the street, facing each other, with a dim bamboo lantern hanging from the top to illuminate the exit not far away. In addition, there is not even a decent plaque. It is deserted and lonely, which vividly sets off the atmosphere of who is more miserable than the other.

An unremarkable carriage rattled up, and the horse's hooves made a crisp rhythm on the road paved with bluestone slabs. The driver was obviously very familiar with this place, and the position of the horse was just right, right in front of the door.The coachman wanted to move the pony horse, but the people inside were one step ahead of him, opened the curtain and jumped down.

This is a young man in white shirt. He is not tall, but he has a good complexion. There is a sense of agility between his brows and eyes. Just one glance makes people feel that this is definitely not a master who An Sheng is easy to serve.He waved his hand at the coachman, turned back to lift the curtain, and greeted the people inside, "Come on, get out of the car, my brother has been locked up for a long time, and today I can be regarded as running out!"

Then another young man in green shirt came out, he was smaller than the previous one, and he also had a handsome appearance, but his face was timid. The young man in white shirt held his arm and asked him to get out of the car, and he looked around , tremblingly said: "Jun..."

The young man in white shirt stared at his beautiful eyes, and he immediately changed his voice: "Young master... are we really going in?"

"How many times have you come with me, are you still afraid?" The young man in white shirt folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"This is not the world... The young master said, if you come to this kind of place again, just, just..."

"Just break my dog's leg?" The white-clothed boy sneered, "This scare me when I was three years old."

After saying that, he casually threw a silver ingot to the coachman, and said: "Okay, you go out of the alley and find a place to stay. Hide better, don't let people at home see it, and pick me up at the back door in two hours. "

The coachman knew a lot, got the money, and immediately drove away. The white-clothed man brushed off his sleeves, dragged the people behind him, and walked straight into the shop on the left.

As soon as I entered the store, it seemed as if some mechanism had been touched. There was a crisp wind chime in my ears, which was pleasant to the ear, and then a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves penetrated into my nose and cleansed me from head to toe, making me feel relaxed and happy.

Although he entered the store, he stopped after the sound of the wind chime and waited for people to come.

"Mr. Xu, long time no see." After a while, a young man came out from the inside, wearing a shirt with long sleeves, a snow-colored ribbon tied between his forehead, and black hair hanging behind him. Complementing each other, they are completely non-aggressive, very gentle, and beautifully comfortable.

"Song Luo, are you welcoming the guests today?" The white-clothed man saw him, and took out a green jade hairpin from his arms with a smile, and said, "I went to other places to meet this hairpin for the first time. At first glance, I feel that this hairpin matches your temperament, gentle and elegant, exquisite and clear. Do you still like it after looking at it?"

But anyone with a little brain knows that this is unbelievable, but Song Luo still laughed when he heard the words, "Mr. Xu is still so likable, people can't refuse."

Young Master Xu stuffed the hairpin into Song Luo's hands, "I'm not everyone to please, good Song Luo, you know it's not easy for me to come here, tell me quickly, does Zhulan have an appointment tonight?"

If it was an ordinary young lady, after listening to this sentence, I am afraid that she would be coquettish and angry with the guests, but if the young lady in Yayan Pavilion is the same as other places, she will definitely not be able to bear the title of "Shuangshi Bibi".The "Shuangbi of Qingshi" refers to the two shops in the innermost part of Qingshi Street, one is located in Nanfeng Yayan Pavilion, and the other is in Tongquesuo Zhutai opposite.

Song Luo pursed her lips and smiled, accepted the hairpin generously, and led the people in, "Mr. Xu came by coincidence. Zhulan happens to be free tonight. I'll take you upstairs to find him."

The three of them walked around the plain screen at the door, walked around to the back, and entered a not-so-spacious hall. The walls and furniture were mostly made of bamboo, which was simple but not simple, and subtle care could be seen everywhere.

For example, the screen at the door looks ordinary, but the satin is embroidered with a wonderful weave method. From the outside, there is nothing on it, but when you enter the store and look at the reverse side, you will find a picture embroidered on it. The soul-stirring splash-ink landscape painting is said to have been drawn by Zhulan's previous boss, and the best embroiderer in Zhaojing was invited to embroider it.And the scent of bamboo that you smell when you enter the door is not smoked, but the bamboo on the furniture and walls is wiped with dew every few hours, which naturally exudes an elegant smell.Nothing can be seen from the first floor, but after going up to the second floor, a pure gold ring is inlaid every few steps on the handrail of the stairs to connect the bamboo joints. The gold rings are carved with vegetation and flowers, which is extremely delicate.

Stepping up the steps and making a "dongdong" sound, Mr. Xu wondered: "Why, business is not good recently? Zhulan actually has some free time."

He has no definite identity on weekdays, and even his identity is made up randomly. Apart from the real money scattered, there is no way to prove his identity at all, so he is not even qualified to make an appointment in advance. If you don't reach Zhulan, it's strange today.

Song Luo opened the curtain at the entrance of the stairs for him, and invited him in, "Of course I don't know that you haven't been here for a long time. A newcomer came to the pavilion recently, not to mention the guests, that face even made my heart tremble when I saw it. Today happens to be the day when the newcomers show their faces, and everyone gathered on the third floor, so that Zhulan can have this free time."

"Oh? Is it so beautiful?"

"Would you like to see it too?"

The young man in white shirt thought for a while, struggled for a while between the beauty and the person who might be more beautiful, and nodded happily: "Since it is such a coincidence, it is natural to join in the fun. You take me up first, and then come with me." Zhu Lan said, I'll hire him tonight and tell him not to pick up other guests."

Song Luo said hello, and asked again: "Every time you say you have a night out, don't you just listen to a song and leave? Tonight, but you want to stay?"

Mr. Xu touched his nose and said angrily: "I still have to go back, my family is strictly controlled."

Song Luo smiled again, with a somewhat clear look on her face.In their line of work, if you don't even wink at them, how can you get around in this Yayan Pavilion?He stopped talking and invited this "Mr. Xu" up to the third floor.

Different from other places that need to create momentum, the first floor of Yayan Pavilion itself has no function, and all guests have to wait outside the screen when they enter the door. Never welcome.This is also to protect the identities of the guests. Think about how embarrassing it would be if two high officials from the court bumped into each other on the first floor one day.So the guests also readily accept this rule and are willing to abide by it.

On the second floor, there is a tea room for guests to chat. Sometimes friends who are acquainted will come here to drink a cup of tea, listen to music, and talk about some obscure topics.The rules of Yayang Pavilion are notoriously strict, no matter what the young man hears, he will rot to death in his stomach.In this capital, when it comes to wind reviews, there are few places that are more reassuring than this place.

On the third floor is the grand hall, which is magnificent, with windows open all around, the cool breeze blows tulle, and there are several tables and chairs.Guests who are willing to show their faces can naturally sit here. The price here is lower than that on the second floor, and naturally much lower than the rooms of the young men on the fourth floor. Only those who can come to Yayan Pavilion are either rich or expensive. Ordinary people would like to save a few dollars. A silver coin, sit here and let others watch?Later, the third floor was almost unused, only occasionally like today, when a newcomer joins the cabinet and shows his face in public, a screen will be erected to circle the venue.The distance between each table is wide enough, and the placement of the screens is also particular, not only to block the surrounding sight, but also to ensure that the guests at each table can see the scene on the stage, so there are not many seats , only ten tables.But Yayang Pavilion doesn't need quantity, one guest here is worth ten tables in other restaurants.

Song Luo led the people along a specially prepared road to ensure that no other guests along the way would see his face. After being seated, a servant immediately brought tea and snacks. Song Luo said: "Wait here for a while, It will start in a while. I will send someone upstairs to inform Zhulan."

"Okay, you are busy and go, thank you." The white shirt boy waved his hand, grabbed the melon seeds and kneaded them.

His table was not the only one seated in this area, people could be vaguely seen on the surrounding screens, but no one made any loud noises, and there were occasional whispers, which could not be heard clearly.

I have to say that even if it is melon seeds, the fried melon seeds in Yayange are better than other places. They are not greasy and have a refreshing taste.He happily nibbled dozens of pills, drank another pot of tea, and someone stepped onto the front stage.

Speaking of a stage, it was nothing more than a small stage set up temporarily, a step higher than where they were sitting.It was Lan Sui who took the stage, different from the gentleness of the man Song Luo, Lan Sui's beauty was softer and more indistinguishable from male and female.She was dressed in a loose white dress, but the waist was tightly tied with a seal, which made her waist less than a grip, but because the rest of the clothes were tightly covered, there was no hint of coquettishness at all.

There are no more than a dozen young men in Yayan Pavilion, although Zhulan is very popular now, but the others all have their own beauty and characteristics, there is no way to really compare them.In addition, the rules in Yayan Pavilion are strict, and all private intrigues are strictly prohibited. Special teachers are also invited to teach the young men and study the Four Books and Five Classics to cultivate their conduct. Therefore, it is said that the young men in the pavilion are on good terms and have not seen trouble. Have there been any conflicts?

After Lan Suo greeted everyone, some guests applauded.

The faces of the guests could also be seen from the stage, and Lan Suo pursed her lips and smiled at the applauding table, it seemed that they were regular customers.Then he said: "Everyone knows that our pavilion master has a picky eye. We haven't recruited newcomers for a long time. It took some time to prepare. I've troubled everyone to wait for a long time. Let's start now. It's the old rule, the newcomers make a request themselves , if there is a guest who likes what he is willing to give, he will give him a name, and he will be a part of our Yayang Pavilion in the future, and I hope you will take care of him."

Lan Sui's temper was also a little more out of character than Song Luo's, and she blinked her eyes several times towards the audience, a little naughty, matching her face that was prettier than a woman's, she was pretty and charming.

Yayang Pavilion is different from other places, not only in the way it treats the guests, but also in the way it treats the servants, which is really interesting.

On the first night of someone else's newcomer, there is always a lively auction, and the highest bidder wins.Only Yayan Pavilion, whether or not to give it to Chuye, and who to give it to, all depend on Xiaoguan himself.You can make a request to the guests present, no matter what your request is, only if the guests can satisfy it, it will be considered a success.It can be regarded as the pursuit of a mutual wish. In addition to the spring breeze, the guest who has won the prize can also give the young man a name.

The young man in white shirt was very interested, he lowered his voice and said to the young man in green beside him: "Yayang Pavilion has not recruited new recruits for more than two years, I heard that it was Mei Yin last time, what is the request... Oh, yes, play the piano for him!"

The young man in green thought to himself, what kind of request is this?If it were him, it would be a mountain of gold and silver, or he would redeem him, and it had to be implemented.What do these people think, can Fuqin be eaten as a meal?

The young man in white shirt didn't pay attention to the boy's face at all, he patted his thigh and said happily: "I don't know what kind of wonderful person I will meet today, it's really worth taking the risk to come out!"

The author has something to say: The stupid author is inexplicably fond of this kind of setting of a street in the red light district (???)

So I wrote a whole chapter of nonsense...