A figure wearing a bamboo hat slowly stopped at a corner of the busy street. A female voice was chirping like an oriole from the building in front of her. From time to time, there were strings of silk and bamboo playing, which was pleasant to the ear.
"Are you sure this is okay?" Under the bamboo hat, the red-haired girl asked cautiously.
"It's okay, Holy Lady." A missionary said seriously, "You go in with us. As long as you don't take off your bamboo hat, no one will notice."
The red-haired girl nodded heavily, "Okay."
With the negotiation of several missionaries, they successfully entered the sleeve dance studio. The exotic appearance of these missionaries made the guests and dancers in the studio look sideways, and they were also very curious about the mysterious figure wearing a bamboo hat behind them, but there was no
People suspected that it was a woman.
As the leading missionary took out a heavy piece of silver, a flattering smile suddenly appeared on the face of a short man from the dance studio, and he led several people up to the second floor.
"Guests, this is the best private room in our dance studio. Not only is it spacious and well-served, it also has the best location. Are you satisfied?"
The red-haired girl walked into the elegant room, where she could clearly see the woman dancing to the wonderful music below, as well as the guests sitting in front of the stage. Most of them were not well-off but wanted to experience an elegant and romantic experience.
Literary people have a feeling of looking down on all living beings.
Seeing the red-haired girl nodding, the missionary took out another ingot of silver, stuffed it into the short man's hand, and said in standard Chinese:
"It's here, bring us some food... Also, we don't need anyone to serve us, so don't let anyone come in and disturb us."
The short man was stunned, "You don't even need a dancer to accompany you?"
"Need not."
"This... is good."
The short man seemed to be about to say something, but when he saw the missionary's sharp eyes, he swallowed his words and exited the private room with a sorry smile.
After a while, several plates of fruit snacks were served. According to what the missionaries said, there were no dancers coming in to accompany the drinks. The soft and soft music echoed in the workshop. Only in this private room, a few missionaries sat upright, like saints.
generally.
The red-haired girl sat down at the main seat, looking through the curtain of the bamboo hat, scanning the bodies of the women who were carrying fruit plates, with enchanting postures and charming expressions. From time to time, they went in and out of other private rooms on the second floor. The men were greasy and frivolous.
Laughter came from it.
"People without faith and bottom line are no different from beasts dominated by desires." A missionary said in a deep voice.
"You don't have to be so rigid. Having faith doesn't mean you have to wear shackles. Not having faith doesn't mean you are ignorant and barbaric... Only by looking at the world from a human perspective and experiencing the suffering and joy of this world can you know what they need."
The red-haired girl didn't seem to resist these. Her eyes passed through the curtains, curiously scanning everyone's body, and from time to time she picked up a snack and put it in her mouth.
"What the Holy Lady said is true." Several missionaries suddenly realized, "Quick, call some dancers for Your Majesty!"
"……That was not what I meant!"
The red-haired girl hurriedly stopped them. After she came to this continent, these people were impressed by her innate talent for faith and the teachings she spread. They actively followed her to spread the name of the Holy Lord, and they were also missionaries.
Although they had been following her for a long time, they still could not fully understand the doctrine. Their thinking was also imprisoned by their personal experiences and they were unable to keep up with her thoughts.
The red-haired girl is used to this. After all, it is not easy to convey the way of thinking and cognition through teachings.
A few people are still like this. It is even more difficult to create a huge religion and spread complete teachings... At least she knows very well that she still owes some time.
The few of them watched the dance music in the square for a long time. After the red-haired girl had almost eaten all the snacks on the table, they slowly stood up and prepared to leave.
At this moment, three figures walked in from the door of the dance studio. The leader was a scholar wearing Confucian clothes. He led the other two people to the second floor with ease and was about to enter the elegant room where they were.
, but was stopped by people outside the door.
"What? There's already someone there?"
"..."
"Sigh...Brother Qiye, it seems like it's really unfortunate. This room has the best view. Since it's occupied, how about we go to another room?"
After talking for a while, the three of them sat down in another private room next door, where they could also see the panoramic view below.
After a while, I saw a group of dancing girls pushing open the door of the private room. It was roughly estimated that there were eight or nine people, and they squeezed in together. This exaggerated treatment directly shocked the guests in other private rooms and the first floor.
His eyes widened in envy.
"Compared to other city-states of the Han Dynasty, these people in Chang'an really know how to enjoy themselves." A missionary snorted disdainfully.
The red-haired girl didn't stand up, put on her hat, walked out the door, and spoke calmly:
"Let the people next door move over. Just in time... it's time for us to leave."
…
"Brother Qiye, isn't this interesting enough?" Yan Zhong was sitting at the table, and two pretty dancers were kneeling behind him. They were joking and squeezing his shoulders and back, and they looked very familiar with him.
Lin Qiye sat on the other side with a strange expression. Seeing that several dancers were about to lie in his arms, he directly stretched out his hand to stop them:
"Brother Yan Zhong... just enjoy it, I won't need it."
These dancers are indeed pretty, but Lin Qiye has no interest in this aspect. One thing is that the level of these dancers accompanying wine is still at the stage of primitive beauty and seduction, lacking some spiritual comfort and connotation.
He also didn't expect that the interesting place Yan Zhong mentioned was actually a brothel... If he had known it, it would be better to go to a teahouse or snack shop. In Lin Qiye's eyes, the business level of this place needs to be improved.
"What? Does Brother Qiye think they are not good enough?" Yan Zhong patted the table and said to the short man behind him, "Go and invite Miss Qing'er over. This is the Marquis' guest, so we must treat her well."
…”
Hearing this, the man suddenly became excited, turned around and walked out the door, but was grabbed by Lin Qiye again.
"It's really unnecessary." Lin Qiye said helplessly, "Brother Yan Zhong, you can just enjoy it by yourself. You don't need to bring me with you."
Yan Zhong frowned and thought for a while, as if he realized something, "Could it be that Brother Qiye already has a family?"
"This..." Lin Qiye paused for a while, unable to explain clearly, so he could only follow the trend, "Yes, I already have a family, and my fierce wife is very powerful. If she knows that I am fooling around outside,
I can’t explain it when I go back.”
Hearing this, Yan Zhong glanced at Lin Qiye with pity, and stopped forcing him to let the other dancers out. As for Wuquan...he was too young, so naturally he did not arrange for any dancers to serve him.
Lin Qiye breathed a sigh of relief. He lifted the tea cup on the table and took a sip. Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable burning sensation in his chest.