After the coachman reminded him, Chen Yichen looked up and found that the building in front of him was indeed Xueling Pavilion.

It seems that it is not only the art of Yingtian, but also the tiles and tiles in the capital, which are also in the direction of poetry, wine and singing, and are closely linked to the literati and doctoral class.

"Thank you."

Chen Yichen bowed his hand and said to the coachman, then walked towards the Xueling Pavilion alone.

Before entering the door, a madam leaned over and held Chen Yichen's arm intimately and said, "This young man has a lot of vision. Our Xueling Pavilion is the most beautiful girl in the capital. Even the courtesans this year are from Xueling Pavilion. Selected.”

"I wonder if there is a girl with good looks from the young master. My mother will help him open a private room."

Although the elegance of the name of the brothel in the capital is no less than that of the Qinhuai River in the south of the Yangtze River, it is even better than that.

However, in terms of taste, it still has a little bit of a taste. At least the madam in the high-end brothel on the Qinhuai River showed less vulgar attitude, and more of a feeling that made customers feel like spring breeze.

"I've made an appointment with someone."

Apart from climbing the pleasure boat at the Winter Solstice Poetry Festival, Chen Yichen has never officially entered a brothel, let alone a girl he met.

"I don't know who the young master has made an appointment with him."

"He Pingyan of the Imperial College."

When he heard that it was He Pingyan's name, the madam let go of her arm and her face was obviously much more respectful.

"It turns out that he is a distinguished guest of Mr. He. He has been waiting for a long time. Please follow me."

"Thank you."

Chen Yichen bowed and thanked him, and then followed the old mother into Xueling Pavilion.

Compared with the vulgarity of the outside, the interior decoration of this brothel is much more elegant.

Many objects can be felt in terms of precision, but they do not have the vulgarity of an explosive household. The layout is also quite particular, and it is obvious that it is from the hands of famous teachers.

After passing through the lively lobby, Chen Yichen passed through a long corridor, and then he realized that there was a different world inside.

A rockery was built with strange stones in the middle of Xueling Pavilion, and there was a small waterfall running down on it. You should know that places like the capital are not as good as the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. Especially as the population increases, the water source is relatively tight.

It is absolutely valuable to create such an artificial waterfall.

What surprised Chen Yichen even more was that there were private rooms built around the corridor, but windows and door frames were not made of items like window paper, but translucent objects similar to frosted glass.

If Chen Yichen's guess is correct, this should be a translucent oyster shell called Li-shell window, which is used to replace later glass.

At the same time, Chen Yichen finally understood why this brothel was called Xueling Pavilion. Think about it, in the snowy season in the capital, you can vaguely see the snow scene outside without opening the doors and windows to blow the cold wind. This is in Daming. It's almost full!

"Young Master, Mr. He and the others are inside, so the old mom won't go in and disturb you."

The madam brought Chen Yichen to a private room. Through the creek window, she could see the clothes fluttering inside, and the sounds of playing and fighting came from time to time.

"good."

Chen Yichen nodded, then pushed open the door of the private room and saw more than a dozen people inside. In addition to the singing and dancing skills of the singer who accompanied the wine, there were five or six young literati, including He Pingyan and Sun Shaozong. people.

Seeing Chen Yichen standing at the door, everyone in the room was stunned for a moment, and even the singing and dancing sounds stopped temporarily.

Sun Shaozong's face was a little unfavorable, but he had no intention of attacking. On the contrary, He Pingyan stood up from the cushion and welcomed with a smile: "What a distinguished guest, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Sorry, the trip on the road is slower."

At this moment, another person said, "Brother Chen is late, so he should be punished with three glasses of wine."

Hearing this, the rest of the people also cheered: "That's right, I will definitely have a drink with Brother Chen today."

Chen Yichen was not familiar with these people, so he looked a little confused and could only smile awkwardly.

"It's okay, Yichen, please take your seat first, I'll introduce everyone to you."

He Pingyan also saw Chen Yichen's embarrassment, pulled him to the seat, and began to introduce everyone.

Today's "Hetou Wine" is not what Chen Yichen thought about before, but it was more like a gathering of the young masters in the capital.

Among the visitors were Ma Zheng, son of the cabinet minister Ma Yu, Song Jie, eldest son of the Marquis of Xining and Princess Xianning, and Yang Shou, the grandson of Yang Pu, the last Yang Pu, the cabinet "Three Yangs" in the Ming Dynasty, etc.

It can be said that compared to the second generation of power-based second generation officials who came into contact with Chen Yichen of Yingtianfu, the people sitting here at this moment can be called the real second generation.
Chapter completed!