After the song is played, the next step is to ask questions and have all the benefactors answer.

The topic she prepared today is a poem: "Flowers are an elegant thing, wine is a blessing, and flower wine is a common thing. Forget your worries and be brave, today I will invite all the gentlemen to write poems with the theme of flower wine, how about it?"

This is the limitation of the times. In this world without electricity and the Internet, the entertainment of the upper class cannot be separated from elegant things such as music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, poetry, and poetry. If you want them to bet shirtless and shout with others,

Of course there are such people, but they are a rare alternative among the upper class. Their happy logic will be much simpler, they will show extraordinary skills in an elegant thing, win the praise of the world, and bring a beautiful woman back to their house.

"I have it! I have it!" A young man stared at the cup blankly for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter, walked over to the desk that had just been prepared, and wrote a seven-law book in a eloquent way.

Some people looked at it and shook their heads: "There is wine and flowers, but no flower wine, it is not good."

The young man glared: "Then you will write it?!"

"What's the difficulty?" The provoked man was not polite and picked up a pen to write a poem. It was not a good work either.

After that, several people came forward one after another to show off their talents, but the distance was much longer.

For these scholars, it is not difficult to write poems, but it is not easy to write good poems. If you want to write a masterpiece of poetry that will astonish everyone, you will have to be lucky enough to explode the ancestral graves and sprout green dragons.

Xu Bao looked sideways at Xia Xun at the table, and saw that he was also frowning and fiddling with words and sentences, and couldn't help but ask: "Master Xia seems to have some affection for this Wangyou, don't you give it a try?"

"This... father-in-law is joking." Xia Xun shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "It is not appropriate for me to go down on this occasion. It is an insult to the dignity of the court, and there is indeed no good work yet."

These two reasons are true. The group of old and young people below can be roughly divided into two categories. One type is official, either they themselves are officials in the government or someone in their family is an official in the government. They always want to gain some connections;

The other type is famous talents and heroes from all over the world. The capital is always one stop when they travel around the world, and it is also their most important stop.

These two types of people gathered in this brothel to perform their arts and write poems for a famous prostitute in the brothel. At best, it is called elegance, and at worst, it is called lust. Ordinary people are just fine. Xia Xun is a dignified minister of the Ministry of War.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty counted on their fingers. Under the three pavilions and the six ministers, there were a total of twelve ministers in their six departments. These were also high-ranking figures.

It's okay for him to just sit here and watch. If he rolls up his arms and rolls up his sleeves, then there's no need for his face. If the poems he writes are not of a good standard, they might make people laugh.

I even had to lose my official hat.

Rumors of murder were nothing new in the Ming Dynasty.

Xu Bao thought for a while and asked again: "What's the matter with the ten taels of silver that Mother Li mentioned before?"

Xia Xun replied: "Oh, this is one of the rules of the Bamboo House. Any girl who likes a young man can be taken to the room to rest. If a young man wants to redeem the girl, she must give him ten taels.

Flower heads of silver."

Xu Bao blinked: "A ransom of silver? Twelve taels?"

This number is naturally a lot for farmers who face the loess and back to the sky, but for these noble people who cook with five pots, it is just a drop in the bucket. Not to mention giving, ten taels of silver will not necessarily bend down to pick it up if they see it on the sidewalk.

"That's a lot." Xia Xun explained: "My father-in-law, please think about it, after those of us who come in pay the money, we don't have to spend any money on this drink and food. Whether we can sleep with the girl depends on the girl.

The mood and fortune are not the money in the hand, so it will be very difficult for these girls to redeem themselves."

Xu Bao still couldn't understand: "What if our family gives you a thousand taels of silver? Mr. Xia, you are handsome, less than forty years old, and a high-ranking official in the court. How can you pay for this thousand taels of silver?"

Can’t we take a hundred girls with us?”

"This...should be possible, but...I'm afraid no girl will follow you." Xia Xun looked around guiltily, leaned over and lowered his voice: "To be fair, father-in-law, I heard that this bamboo house

Except for a very few girls who go out, they will die of illness within a year."

"Death of illness?"

"It is said that they died of illness, but how could it be possible that so many people died of illness, and they all happened within one year? So some people said that it was the bamboo house's method, and maybe some powerful drugs were administered, but others said that these girls had a low fate.

"

"Nonsense." Xu Bao sneered, "Let's grab one and bring it to the East Factory to see if it's also a one-year product."

Xu Bao's expression of laughter was slightly exaggerated, and it was obviously meant to be sarcastic. The group of young and old men downstairs were thinking of poems and lines to win the beauty's attention. After a long time, they had nothing to gain and they were already feeling depressed.

Shaking his head, he saw that there were two people sitting upstairs, especially the young one with the same expression, and a fire suddenly hit Tianling Gaier.

They are not stupid, and they also know that those who can go upstairs must be the most noble and wealthy people, but they all think that it is the middle-aged man (Xia Xun) who has a noble status, not the young man. Look at the actions of these two people.

He didn't look like a member of the same family. It was speculated that this middle-aged nobleman might have brought the young master of a friend out to gain some experience.

This is also a common thing in the circle of nobles. When the young master of the family reaches a certain age and sees something interesting, he will ask an old friend to bring him to the brothel to learn more. It is better to block the situation than to steal the money yourself, isn't it?

?

There was a young man from the Wailang family who was a member of the household department. After drinking a few glasses of wine, he felt unambiguous. In addition, he had been thinking about a poem for a long time and could only think of three words. He felt unhappy, so he got up and pointed at Xu Bao upstairs and cursed.

: "Little baby, is this where you came from? Why don't you go back home quickly so that you don't get in the eyes of us old and young men here!"

He is not stupid, he knows how to drag "old and young gentlemen" along.

Xu Bao raised his eyebrows and pointed at himself: "Me?"

"Isn't it you?"

Xu Bao smiled: "Are there any rules about what age you can enter here and what age you cannot enter here? What does it have to do with me eating wine and enjoying the scenery here?"

"Are you deaf? It's an eyesore to this man!"

"Dogs look down on people. I didn't expect you could still see our house sitting so high. It seems you are not an ordinary dog?"

"You bastard, what did you say?" The young man was so angry that he picked up a wine glass and threw it at him.

Xu Bao lightly raised his hand to take it, put it on the table, and stood up: "I don't think you can do anything good, but we have to stay with you all the time because the door is blocked, but I feel tired. Mr. Xia, we are done talking today.

I’ve said all that needs to be said, let’s contact you if we have anything else.” After saying this, Xu Bao stepped down, put his hands on his back, and floated leisurely in the field like a cloud.

"You? You still dare to come down? You, don't, don't, don't, my father is a member of the Ministry of Household Affairs, you, you..." This young man was about to pounce on him, but Su Hexing, who was standing aside, directly drew his sword and put it on his shoulder.

"I came here and watched such a play. Let's write one too. If you can't write anything better, go home early and don't waste your time here."
Chapter completed!