The prostitution industry in the Song Dynasty is unimaginable.

The high-end prostitutes in the brothels**, the wild prostitutes who lean on the door to laugh, the folk geisha who are active in the streets and alleys of the wine shops and tiles to make a living, the official prostitutes who act as the children of sinners, the domestic prostitutes raised by the families of dignitaries, and the military prostitutes in the barracks......

This prostitute is not only a female prostitute, but also a male prostitute, but not for the consumption of women, but for child prostitution.

Therefore, there is no need to ridicule Han Qi and others for raising dozens of domestic prostitutes, or Wang Anshi used prostitutes to sell alcohol to make money for the country, at that time, more people would understand.

The Zhu brothers entertained Wang Ju in the largest brothel in Yanzhou City, and some scholars who were friends with the brothers also came.

Wang Ju walked in curiously, it seemed to be a big family, many blue brick houses, leaning on the loft building, but also carrying some flowers and plants, arranging rockeries, lakes and stones. There is still a difference, and the back is divided into small courtyards, which are where the various rows (oirans) are located.

There are some maidservants or prostitutes in the hall, serving back and forth. There are some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, in short, they are very elegant, maybe this is the standard of appreciation in this era.

There were still more than a dozen guests sitting, some of whom Wang Ju could know, and some of whom Wang Ju didn't.

Everyone greeted each other very politely.

Wang Ju is poor, but people are talented, and that is also a kind of wealth.

More than a dozen scholars were exchanging some reading experiences, and Li Wanyuan suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Xiangyu Lady has come out." ”

As soon as the bead curtain was lifted, a young girl in her twenties walked out from behind the curtain.

"I've seen Xiangyu Niangzi."

The gentlemen gave up their hands one after another.

"I've seen all of you." Xiangyu Yingying returned the salute, and her voice was very soft and beautiful.

As Xiangyu sat down, he spit out another sentence: "Can you bring a good order?" ”

"Who is she?" Wang Ju asked Zhu Jun quietly.

"She is the most famous line in Yanzhou," Zhu Jun replied dreamily, his eyes were already fixed on Xiangyu, and his god flew out of the sky.

Zhu Jun's expression on this line contrasted with his expression towards his fiancée, which made Wang Ju a little angry, didn't he just dress up a little and be pretentious...... It's really pretty. But that little lady of yours isn't bad. This nerd is very similar to himself in his previous life.

Wang Ju kindly persuaded: "She is a dusty woman after all." ”

"So what?"

Wang Ju was speechless.

Although there are many prostitutes in this era, they are worthy of sympathy, and they rarely enter this industry because they are lazy, most of them have been sold by their parents since they were young, or they have to make a living because of their livelihood, and except for Fan Zhongyan's wife, or Liang Hongyu and others, most of the prostitutes ended up very miserably. Du Shi Niang is a story, but there are many, many beautiful prostitutes similar to Du Shi Niang's encounter.

Li Yu ** one of the famous Jinling twelve hairpins Xue Jiu in Jinling City after the break to Jiangbei, decades later, one day in Luoyang Fang Zhao Chun's house, selling and singing Ji Kang, sitting everyone is crying, Zhao Chun raised wine to dance, Xue Jiu said old, waist and wrist stiff, no return to the old state, but a strong small dance, the end of the song.

Isn't such a woman's color skills and appearance far better than the woman in Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing"? Isn't this fate more pitiful than that woman?

The students did not pay attention to him and applauded together.

The waiter took out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and passed it on.

Wang Ju continued to persuade: "I think that Zhao Si Niangzi is really good, she looks delicate, and she is obedient to you, look at the clothes, she is also from a big family, and she is the opposite of your family." ”

"You don't understand, Daoist Baiyun said that her fate is my nemesis, she has an uncle who is the commander of the Baojie Army, and my family does not dare to regret it." Zhu Jun said depressedly.

"The birthday is not right, how did you set up the grass post in the first place?"

In the Song Dynasty, marriage was generally discussed in three steps, with a draft post asking for divination, replying to the post, and a blind date. The first step is to send each other a straw post, write down the names of the three generations of family property and their own birthdays, and then let Mr. Fortune see if the two birthdays are compatible, and then go down to the post, listing the dowry and bride price, if satisfied to enter the next step, men and women meet, if satisfied with the man will insert a golden hairpin into the woman's crown bun, if not satisfied, give some colored satin shock. After the blind date is over, the ceremony will be fixed. In this way, the marriage relationship is determined. There are many more steps to follow, but they will have to be completed before they get married.

Now that the names of the two have been decided, at least at the step of the Dinghuan ceremony. Not to mention the cursive questioning.

"It turned out that my family also invited a monk, and later this monk was arrested by the government because of the ** incense woman, and the mother was not very relieved, so she asked the head of Baiyun Dao to ask the divination again, and sure enough, the question came out."

The question of "fart ......" Wang Ju didn't say it, no wonder Zhu Jun was so cold to that girl. In fact, in Wang Ju's heart, if Zhu Jun, a nerd, does not change his anger, he may not be worthy of that little girl.

But that's the limit of the times.

Everyone really believes, down to the people of Limin, up to the emperor and doctors, how many people don't believe in ghosts and gods?

He rolled his eyes and asked again: "If the two of you are married, what will be the impact?" ”

"What impact?"

Yes, it was a vain question, so Wang Ju changed his question: "Is the Zhao family very rich and powerful?" ”

"Sort of," Zhu Jun was even more depressed, otherwise his family would have regretted his marriage a long time ago.

"So is there someone who doesn't want the two of you to join forces?"

"Why?"

It's a vain question again.

"In this way, you let the people in your family spend a little money from Jingzhao Mansion or other places, and invite a more intelligent monk or Taoist chief, but it must be from other places, the farther away from Yanzhou, the better, take the grass post of the two of you, and ask this monk or Taoist priest to ask for divination."

"Hey, Zhu Erlang, don't you write a small order?" The waiter looked at Zhu Jun strangely and asked.

Although Wang Ju was talking, he was also looking at that line.

He is physically poor, but he still knows some of the customs of the Song Dynasty, and many of them are famous, not only to be good-looking, but also to be talented. It seems that this Xiangyuxing is a prostitute with both talents, and he sings very well, so he is very reserved. If you don't sing well, it's worthless if you sing too much. So she came up with a difficult topic, and asked everyone to write poems, which got into her eyes, and then sang with this poem.

Actually, it's a very clever self-hype.

The elegance is there, the value is there, and the fame is getting bigger and bigger.

Sure enough, as he expected, as the scholars handed over the small order they had written before, she looked at it, frowned, and put it down.

The waiter sneered again: "Erlang is stupid again? ”

"Maomao, don't be rude." Xiangyu said lightly.

"Coaxing while fighting, the wrist is really very smart," Wang Ju thought shamelessly again in his heart.

But it worked, Zhu Jun stood up and blushed, and said with some flattery: "Xiangyu lady, Mao Mao is rightly blamed." ”

"It's really like my previous life." Wang Ju said again in his heart, so he secretly dragged Zhu Jun to sit down, and whispered: "Fengchen woman, in order to make a living, is used to acting on the spot, and even more accustomed to Qin and Dusk, such a woman can play with it occasionally, if she takes it seriously, she will only harm herself." ”

"Xiangyu Lady is a real Qingqi person!"

"Have you examined her body?"

"Wang Xiaolang," Zhu Jun glared angrily, although you are young and don't know what it is like to be amorous, you can't say this rude word!

The waiter noticed the whispers of the two of them, as if this kid turned a blind eye to his own lady, and sneered: "This is the famous Wang family boy in Yanzhou, can you make a small order for my lady." ”

"Not interested."

"Is it not interested, or is it just a façade?"

Qinggao is sometimes real, but sometimes it's pretending.

But Qinggao is not sarcasm, whether it is Qinggao or pretending to be forced, it is just to elevate himself to a higher level, which does not mean that he looks down on people.

Ridicule is different, it is not to exalt oneself, but to belittle others and disregard others.

Wang Ju looked up at the wonderful person behind him.

The tassels of the autumn wind blowing the beaded curtain gently brushed the fair girl, and she did not make a sound this time.

Wang Ju has read too many story novels, Du Shi Niang, Huo Xiaoyu...... I have heard too many legends, Liu Rushi, Li Xiangjun, and the Song Dynasty, who gave birth to Fan Zhongyan's household servant Fan Chunru's wife, Liang Hongyu.

However, the appearance of Xiangyu's master and maid finally made him soberly realize one thing, a prostitute is a prostitute, and he must look down on him if he is poor.

He thought of the little princess again.

People are nobles, but what is the attitude when talking to people? Fortunately, I had pity at that time, and I had one more thing, otherwise I would feel guilty in the future.

Of course, he won't fight, that's why bother.

So he said a few words in Zhu Jun's ear, and then arched his hand and said: "After eating a little wine, dizzy, everyone, forgive me for leaving." ”

Wang Ju got up and left.

This was a bit disappointing, and the waiter looked at Zhu Jun fixedly: "Erlang, what did he tell you just now?" ”

What was said?

"I have a small order here, Erlang, you can take it out to please that lady, but I still advise you, don't fall into it."

Of course, Zhu Jun would not say this.

So he ate and said, "Nothing else, just a small order." ”

"Little child, what kind of order to write."

It is also a fact that writing words is not so simple, not only must the number of words in each sentence match, but also rhyme, duality, and rhythm, which is convenient for singing. Therefore, no matter how beautiful Su Dongpo's words are, they were shamed by many people in the Song Dynasty, far less than Zhou Bangyan's status in the world of words. It may be that the words written by the scholars present do not enter the eyes of Xiangyu, but if Wang Ju writes them, they will not enter the eyes of Xiangyu.

However, it doesn't hurt that there are not too many good words.

Plagiarism Wang Ju disdainful, but it is not an exaggeration to copy once or twice once in a while.

There is this small order in Zhu Jun's mouth: the north wind vibrates the wild cloud flat house, and the cold stream flows in the ice valley. The sunset is sent back to Hong, and the sunset is tens of thousands of heavy. The barren bucket handle, the mountains of Zhibei Township are near. Why bother to return, the stone pavilion is full of spring branches.

"The sunset returns to Hong, and the sunset is ...... Good sentence, good sentence. Xiangyu was surprised.

"Wang Xiaolang, this is disappointed in us...... It's not good, he's leaving Yanzhou. Li Wanyuan suddenly said after a long time.

Sure enough, Wang Ju left the Zhu family with the purchased goods, and everyone couldn't catch up.

Looking at the rolling yellow clouds in the sky, the water of the Qingshui River has been immersed in bursts of cold air, and the distant mountains are withered and yellow, Yang Du sighed: "The peach and plum do not speak, and the bottom is its own." ”

Mao Mao was angry, and said to Xiangyu: "Lady, that poor boy still looks down on you." ”

"Don't pay attention to him," Xiangyu smiled indifferently, Song Lang's plan is about to move, right?

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