It was another hazy night, and Song Fengyuan returned to the small courtyard with a food box again, but there were a few more wine jars today.

"My little brother went to the West Lake Painting Boat today, although the food there is not as good as Yang Lou, but the wine on the Painting Boat is indeed world-famous, and I specially brought a few jars back. ”

Chen Ziang was no longer able to envy the other party's schedule, so he snatched the wine jar quickly, opened the seal, and a strong aroma of wine had already come to his nose.

The wine and food were served, and Song Fengyuan sat aside to open today's tips.

"Farewell Pavilion is not an ordinary green house, it belongs to a brothel run by the government and the private sector. Over the years, the officials and gentry of the imperial court who raided their homes and destroyed their doors, their wives and daughters will be sent to the Jiaofang Division, and after a period of training in the Jiaofang Division, those who meet the conditions and have no one to redeem them will be sent to the Qinglou of the major brothels. And the Farewell Pavilion is the place where the best women go. ”

"The Pavilion is different from the usual green buildings, it is divided into twenty-four districts, each of which has a stunning person, and everyone has at least one outstanding skill. ”

Among them, the most beautiful dance is Sun Yaoyao, the sweetest singing voice should be Xiao Fengxian, the most outstanding voice of Zhao Ji and this Yu Youwei who is good at blowing the flute. ”

Song Fengyuan closed the note, but found that a group of people were staring at him without blinking, their eyes full of strangeness.

"The younger brother also heard from others. ”

He twitched the corner of his mouth, forced a laugh and continued: "Yu Youwei's father is an official in Chang'an, and he was imprisoned because he was implicated in Yang Xuangan's rebellion last year. Although Yu Youwei is a woman, she is rarely famous, she can write poetry at the age of five, and her articles at the age of ten have been widely circulated and widely praised, and her flute voice is even more famous in Chang'an, and is called a must!"

"What's so great about being able to?

Dong Yun'er pouted unconvinced.

"Poof......

Chen Ziang, who was next to him, squirted out a sip of wine.

"Young master, are you alright?"

Facing Dong Yun'er's worried eyes, Chen Ziang smiled awkwardly and waved his hand hurriedly.

"Yu Youwei's skills are learned from a generation of music theory master Xuanwei Taoist, it is said that people can smell the smell of meat, and it is almost fairy music. ”

Song Fengyuan smiled slightly and explained.

"Anyway, it's embarrassing for me to talk about other people's skills in such a serious way. ’

Chen Ziang silently lowered his head to hide the filthiness in his heart.

"By the way, the Pavilion is close to the outer road of the palace, and there are officers and soldiers patrolling at any time, so the third brother must not do it this time!"

Early in the morning of the second day, Song Fengyuan went to the appointment again, but he didn't know where he would change today.

Located at the end of Xiange Street, Beiqing Pavilion was originally a garden, with pavilions and gurgling streams. But somehow it became the most prestigious Qinglou in the world.

The sun shines warmly on the earth, making people drowsy, and they can't wait to put down the work at hand and go home to sleep, although this is just the imagination of busy people, but in some places the staff at this hour are indeed sleeping.

In front of the Farewell Pavilion, Chen Ziang and the others were looking at the gatehouse in front of them in a daze.

This gatehouse is wide and wide, which has violated the rules of the government, but now it is located in the corner of the imperial city.

"Young master, we seem to have come early?"

Dong Yun'er lowered her head and looked stunned.

The group is obviously childish, and before they came, they didn't even think that the Qinglou was closed during the day!

Pursing his lips, Chen Ziang straightened his clothes and stepped over the stone steps to the gate.

Stretching out his hand and pushing, his expression was stunned.

'Huh, there's no way out?'

Two thick doors opened with a creak, and a long corridor of carved buildings and flowers appeared in front of several people.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, a lump of fat came out of a hut behind the door.

The fat meat should have been a woman, but her physique was too wide, and her face was squeezed out of shape by the bruises.

"This ...... Eldest sister, we came to find the girl from Xinya Pavilion, and we said hello in advance. ”

Dong Yun'er stepped forward and handed over the wooden card in her hand, and said politely, she tied up her hair today and changed into a men's dress, although she could tell it at a glance, but she was at least a little comforted when she came to Qinglou.

"I'm sick, I'm going to make an appointment at night, what the hell are you doing in the daytime?"

'Is it okay to do ghost stuff at night?'

Chen Ziang secretly complained in his heart, and saw the other party writhing hard and swaying forward, the fat body trembled slightly, but it was full of movement.

"Come with me. ”

After a few turns along the promenade, several people led the fat man into a palatial attic.

"Xiao Cui!

With a terrible roar, a sleepy murmur of complaining sounded in the attic. Half a ring, the second floor swayed down a delicate girl covered in green.

"Mommy, I'm sorry for you. ”

That little cui is a gift, although there is no powder on the face, but the complexion is like jade, and the appearance is delicate.

"Hmm. ”

Mother Sun nodded, glanced at Chen Ziang again dissatisfied, and shook her body to return the same way.

Seeing that she looked like she was having difficulty walking, it was indeed a little embarrassing to come out to receive a few people.

"A few sons, please go upstairs to the room of the Xinya Pavilion and wait for a while, and I will go and tell my young lady. ”

Although Xiao Cui was forcibly called, there was no dissatisfaction on her face, she bowed slightly to a few people, and went to the backyard with a wooden card.

The loft has staircases at the southeast and northwest corners, connecting three floors. There are several exquisite houses in each of the corridors, and there is a wooden sign hanging on the top of the door, on which are written the words "Golden Phoenix", "Manchun", "Cai Wei", and "Meixian", which should be the name of the area where the beauty lives.

A few people found a room on the second floor with the word Yaxin written on it, pushed the door in, and there was a tea house chessboard in the room, calligraphy and paintings of celebrities, but it was full of a kind of bookish atmosphere.

They each found a place to sit down, and after waiting for nearly a quarter of an hour, the little cui came slowly.

"A few sons, my young lady said that three days later, it will be the time to sacrifice the predecessors and go out to play, and then invite the sons to come to the meeting. ”

Xiao Cui bowed respectfully.

Several people in the room were stunned and looked at each other.

"Young Master, what should I do?"

Dong Yun'er leaned over and whispered, "Otherwise, let's sneak in and find that Yu Youwei later?"

'Huh...... Young Master Ben is already prepared to come today!'

Chen Ziang waved his hand and came to the desk in the room with a proud face.

Pick up the ink ingot and start grinding the ink slowly.

Now even Dong Yun'er doesn't know what his young master is doing?

Chen Ziang's calligraphy Dong Yun'er has seen it, even he is not as good as himself, if he wants to impress Yu Youwei with this, it is wishful thinking!

Driving cranes like streams, the spring night is dark, and the flowers are sparse.

The thrush is in the mirror, and every time you want to remember the time. The song and dance spread all over the world, you don't see it, and the willow was crazy.

Pavilion Mo, graceful, with green sleeves and red clothes.

Sadness, now hate, Hua Nian is gone early, only Du Lang poems.

More less merry, amber cup holding.

Drunk watching the world change color, who knows?

Bochum shadows, carrying countless sorrows, can't take the autumn pool.

After a song, Chen Ziang slowly put down the ink pen in his hand, and beside him was Dong Yun'er, who was staring at her with round eyes and an incredulous expression.

'Haha...... , Lao Tzu travels through two worlds in succession! Finally, I have a chance to get my turn to be mad and pretend to be forced!'

Chen Ziang's face was indifferent, and his heart was excitedly looking up to the sky and yelling.