Wanyan Kang picked up the small signs and looked at them one by one.
"Lanxiang", "Yingchun", "Wanmei", "Yue'er", "Guijie", "Yinping"... names like these, it is obvious at a glance that they are popular products and the darling of the public.
Shared bikes.
Wanyan Kang frowned and shook his head.
Liang Ziweng saw that he was holding back, but he chuckled and took a sign called "Tan Hui" from it, as if he was an old acquaintance.
"Little prince..."
Sure enough, he is an experienced driver.
Wanyan Kang chuckled: "Old Grandmaster, please don't worry about me, just go and have fun with yourself."
Liang Zireng hesitated for a moment, and the old madam beside him smiled to himself and lowered his voice: "You don't have to worry about the safety of the young prince."
Liang Ziweng thought about it, this Xiaoxiang Pavilion is the largest brothel in Zhongdu, both black and white have access to it, so it is quite powerful.
Many of the guests came with prominent status. After all, this was a very private matter. There was no light bulb around them, so when they entered the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, the security work was automatically taken over by the pavilion.
This is an unspoken rule.
Besides, with Wan Yankang's status, who would dare to touch him in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, unless the owner of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion is crazy and doesn't want to mess around. Once Zhao Wang Wan Yanhong is offended, the price can be imagined.
So Liang Ziwen went with peace of mind.
He is good at everything else, but he is lustful. He has been dating this girl for a while, and basically spent most of the salary from Prince Zhao's palace on her, and he still enjoys it.
The old madam waved her hand, and the little maid beside her quickly brought up another plate with seven or eight exquisite jade plaques on it.
Wanyan Kang's eyes flashed.
Sure enough, the level has gone up.
"Leng Furong", "Xijiang Moon", "Liu Yaofeng", "Water Fairy", "Huang Ying'er", "Pink Butterfly"... Obviously these are all stage names, related to each girl's talent and temperament.
The ones in front are much more elegant.
He could probably guess that this might be the legendary senior reporter who sells his skills but not his soul, and specializes in writing columns.
It is similar to some high-end clubs in previous lives, such as Heaven and Earth. The difference is that nowadays it is legal and in line with social values. It is also a fashion.
Wan Yankang looked through it casually and picked up the last sign with the three characters "Wang Yuyan" engraved on it, with a strange look on his face.
Of course he knew that this was probably a coincidence of the same name, and she was definitely not another girl who had traveled through the martial arts world, but it still aroused his curiosity.
The old madam was overjoyed: "Hurry up and tell Miss Yuyan that the distinguished guest has knocked on the door!"
Immediately, Mr. Turtle shouted in a hoarse voice: "The red lantern is hung high, Miss Yuyan is welcoming the distinguished guests!"
Upon hearing this, the guests present all cast envious glances upstairs.
How many people want to knock on Miss Yuyan’s door, but unfortunately money alone is not enough.
…
"My young prince, would you like to drink tea, listen to music, take a nap, or wash up, bathe and comb your hair?"
The old madam smiled and led Wanyan Kang up to the more quiet and luxurious third floor.
Uh...does this still use the incision of the underworld?
He coughed twice and said, "You don't have to beat around the bush, just say it."
The old madam was stunned for a moment, thinking that the young master of Prince Zhao's Mansion had not come for a long time, and he seemed to be a different person, and could not even understand the jargon.
She laughed slightly and said: "If you just want to take a rest, we have fine silver coins, exquisite snacks, and Miss Yuyan also has her own Jiangnan ditties... But if the young prince is in a high mood, he wants to spend time in the hotel."
Come on, Miss Yuyan will serve you like a soft jade, and I will ensure that the young prince is satisfied."
"It's just that we, Miss Yuyan, don't usually see outsiders, and we are still pure and perfect. The cost of combing our hair is a bit higher."
This time Wanyan Kang completely understood.
In other words, it is relative to selling one's art rather than selling one's soul. When meeting a distinguished customer like him, the Madam will take the initiative to market.
"Oh, how much?"
"One hundred taels of gold."
I went. Although Wanyan Kang's expression remained calm, he was really shocked.
The purchasing power of one hundred taels of gold is at least equivalent to hundreds of thousands of RMB in a previous life, which is much more expensive than those little celebrities who show off during live broadcasts.
"What if we just drink tea and listen to music?" Wanyan Kang slowed down and said calmly.
"Fifty dollars."
Wanyan Kang was speechless.
Just a meeting, fifty guan for a cup of tea and then leave?
It's so cheating.
Forget it, that’s not how you spend your money, and it’s not like you really want to do that...I definitely can’t be taken advantage of like this.
Wanyan Kang immediately backed down.
But I heard the old madam say meaningfully: "The young prince has an extraordinary talent for poetry. The two most popular poems in Beijing these days are the young prince's two laurel poems. If the young prince is willing to write poems and exchange poems with Miss Yu Yan while drinking and chatting happily,
Since it was announced by Xiaoxiang Hall, Miss Yuyan must be happy to recommend herself as a pillow."
Oh? Can it be free?
Wanyan Kang stopped in his tracks, thinking deeply.
This kind of thing is quite self-consistent from a business logic point of view.
In this romantic social context, once a celebrity poem is attached to a certain "girl", it means that its commercial value will increase exponentially.
In the final analysis, whether it is a girl or a brothel, you will definitely make money without losing money.
Therefore, many well-known literati like to visit brothels. It turns out that they can do it for free!
Since it doesn't cost money... After figuring out this truth, Wanyankang felt a little bit ready to make a move.
He gritted his teeth, blushed, and followed.
In fact, Xiaoxiang Pavilion will generally not easily release a top-notch court lady like Wang Yuyan who is both talented and talented.
The common approach is to either publicly auction her "right to comb her hair" and the highest bidder gets it, but no one has anything to say; or it is to deliberately let a prominent person take the top spot, and no one dares to have anything to say.
After the news spreads, it will attract countless people to spend a lot of money.
This is probably related to some kind of social gloomy psychology.
Just like a certain number one who was favored by the late emperor who came out of the palace incognito ten years ago. In the following two or three years, he was basically flooded with patrons and had no time to spare.
Therefore, when Wang Yuyan received the news that the young prince of Prince Zhao's house was about to arrive, she understood her future destiny.
…
The carved red door with two red lanterns hung quietly opened.
A woman in white clothes and veiled face appeared at the door. She leaned against the door frame and cast a cold glance at Wan Yankang, then bowed and saluted: "Young prince, please come in!"
Wanyan Kang composed himself and walked in.
The door is closed.
Fragments of sunlight shine through the hollow carved windows, and there is a mahogany table in front of the window.
Not far away is a red embroidered bed. The bed is very ordinary.
The guqin stands in the corner, and the bronze mirror is placed on the rosewood dressing table.
"Would the young prince take a rest immediately, or should he listen to the slave sing a little song first, or drink some wine to cheer him up?"
Wang Yuyan stood in front of the window without taking off her veil, and her voice remained indifferent.
"Haha." Wanyan Kang smiled awkwardly and was noncommittal, thinking to himself, isn't this a bit too direct?
He immediately sniffed, there was a strong mint smell in the room.
After scanning the letter, I saw a large banner hanging on the east wall, with beautiful and elegant handwriting. It was the poem "The Order of Gui Gui. I will never miss lovesickness in my life", and it was signed "Yu Yan Ou Shu".
"Yuyan has been in Beijing for more than half a year. There are countless people who want to take advantage of Yuyan, but her mother has always resisted. She wants something rare to live in. Unexpectedly, a distinguished guest has arrived today..."
Wang Yuyan's words were sarcastic, and she added: "He is still a distinguished guest with unparalleled poetic talent! He also expressed his love to the princess of Qi Kingdom before, claiming that 'I will love you only if you never love me in your life, and it will harm my love.' This moved the whole capital.
Even Yu Yan used to think that this kind of strange man with deep love is the kind of person who should exist in the mortal world; but now the young prince still comes to the brothel to have fun, which shows that men in this world, what?
"The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the breath is like gossamer silk", the deep love can never be compared with the intoxicating smell of "the sachet is secretly dissolved, and the Luo belt is lightly divided"..."
"Are you right, little prince?"
Wanyan Kang coughed twice: "Are all the girls in Xiaoxiang Pavilion as sharp-tongued as Miss Yuyan?"
Wang Yuyan smiled lightly, "How dare you show off your power of words in front of the young prince when you slave to a lowly brothel girl? I'm just expressing my feelings."
"Oh, doesn't Miss Yu Yan not know that most of the poems handed down from generation to generation come from brothels? Li Taibai passed among the flowers, Su Xuesheng indulged in makeup, emperors, princes, generals, scholars and literati, throughout the ages, there are countless people who have been nostalgic for brothels.
...how many romantic affairs are left behind?”
"Not to mention that Bai Juyi had both sides, but Liu Sanbian of the previous dynasty, who would rather 'exchange the name for a shallow cup and sing in a low voice', wrote "Yulin Ling", "Butterfly Loves Flowers"... none of these famous works is not for
Written by a woman from a brothel? There is also Zhang Shangshu, the "pear blossom crushing the begonia", and the serious and rigid historian Sima Junshi..."
Wanyan Kang said confidently: "Miss Yuyan, let me tell you, they can come, so why can't I come to the brothel?"
Wang Yuyan was stunned.
After a moment, she sighed softly, pulled off her veil, revealing her charming and beautiful face, her eyes were like a pool of clear water, and said: "Everything is fate, and you can't control it at all. It's useless to say more. Please give me some poems or lyrics from the young prince."
One song, I will take care of you now so that I can pay my respects to my mother."
This guy couldn't argue, so he started breaking things and getting angry?
This is boring.
Wanyan Kang's deep gaze passed between her sleeves and he said calmly: "It seems that Miss Yuyan is really a different kind... but I have also lost interest."
"The jackdaws are sad in the evening, but the new green of the willow pond is gentle. If there is no hatred in the eyes, I don't believe that there are white heads in the world. The intestines are broken, the tears are hard to hold back, and the lovesickness returns to the Xiaoxiang Tower. I know that my love has been blocked by the mountain, and I often lean against the railing.
free."
After chanting, Wanyan Kang calmly held up his hand and said: "Miss Yuyan, I give you this song "Partridge Sky". Put away your knife, don't get hurt. When I come next time, it's time to use my knife."
After saying that, he walked away.
Outside the door, the old madam sitting on the stairs stood up in astonishment, but heard the young prince laughing and running over: "The words have been spoken, I have something to do today, please...keep it for me first!"
Inside the room, Wang Yuyan muttered to herself, and a sharp dagger clattered down from her sleeve.
On the terrace outside the window, a dirty little beggar snorted and jumped down from the tall building.