193: Something bad happened at the golden hairpin event
The sun sets in the west and clouds fill the sky.
Taking advantage of the cool breeze, Zuo Chongming turned out of the post house and wandered into a small alley.
When he came out from the other end, he had become a romantic and wealthy young man.
Huh~!
He shook off the folding fan with ivory bones and emerald pendant in a cool and unrestrained manner, and stopped a car by the roadside: "Take me to the red boat on the bank of Huaiyun River."
Because Beijing is so big, this kind of taxi business, similar to that in reality, gradually emerged based on supply relationships.
But what is different from reality is that the vehicles here are human-pulled vehicles, which are somewhat similar to rickshaws in the old society.
"Okay, sir, please slow down."
The coachman shouted quickly and gave his companion next to him a proud smile.
A young man like Zuo Chongming was considered a distinguished guest in their eyes. A few coins thrown around would be enough for them to travel for ten days and a half.
A full quarter of an hour.
"Son."
The coachman was panting heavily from exhaustion and carefully put down the carriage: "The red boat is in front of us. There are too many people today... we can't squeeze in."
Zuo Chongming got out of the car, squinted at the crowd of people in front of him, and asked casually: "Did you see the excitement?"
The coachman wiped his sweat with the towel on his neck and asked in surprise: "Huh? Aren't you here to attend the Golden Hairpin Festival?"
When Zuo Chongming heard this word, he immediately remembered some information and nodded suddenly: "The Golden Hairpin Festival, yes, yes, yes, I remember it."
With that said, he handed the coachman a few taels of silver: "Sorry for bothering you."
"Hey, don't bother me. Master, please walk slowly."
The driver hurriedly put the money in his pocket, secretly praising the guest for his generosity. The fare was enough for him to travel for a month.
"Candied haws, haws~"
"You're making dough..."
"Lantern, who wants a lantern?"
There were shouts and shouts in my ears, one after another, and there was also an alluring aroma.
"Golden Hairpin Extravaganza."
Zuo Chongming clicked his tongue in wonder, and weighed a bag of candies at the stall, eating them while they were still hot.
The so-called Golden Hairpin Festival is actually jointly organized by the major brothels in the capital, held every three years, and specially catered to high-ranking officials.
The format is somewhat similar to a talent show, beauty pageant, auction, etc.
During the grand events, all major brothels will launch the brothels they have trained with all their efforts, attracting high-roller bids from all walks of life.
For those poor people who have committed themselves to brothels, this is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
If you can be attracted by a customer and buy it, you can completely get out of this business. At the worst, it will be better than the current situation.
Sudden.
A guy with a sharp mouth, a monkey's cheeks, and sinister eyebrows squeezed through the crowd and whispered to him: "Sir, would you like a portion?"
"Um?"
Zuo Chongming was stunned.
The man coughed lightly and showed a smile that every man knows: "This book contains not one of the hundreds of beauties from this year's event."
"Moreover, it is polished by celebrities and has hand-painted color illustrations. Even if you take it back to appreciate it alone or collect it, it will be extremely valuable."
Well, it's similar to a photo magazine.
Zuo Chongming stretched out his hand: "Let me take a look first."
"Now, you taste and taste."
The man secretly took out a small booklet, about the size of a palm, made of quite expensive white paper.
Zuo Chongming raised his eyebrows in surprise and opened it to take a look.
Good guy, the creator has definitely worked hard.
This picture is so vivid and lifelike, and it also has detailed information, such as height, origin, specialties, talents...
"How much?"
Zuo Chongming is actually not an SP, he simply doesn't want the artist's hard work to go to waste.
After all, it’s not easy to create these days.
The man chuckled: "Thirty taels of silver."
"So expensive?" Zuo Chongming clicked his tongue.
"There are cheap ones."
The man didn't take it seriously. He gently opened his clothes and revealed various books inserted in his inner pockets: "thirty pictures, ten pictures... printing plates."
"Is there anything better?"
"Gone."
"Take the money."
"Okay, thank you for the reward, young master."
"Alas, the world is getting worse."
Zuo Chongming sighed, silently put the album into his spiritual ring, and walked toward the bank of the Huaiyun River.
At this time, the cold moon rises and the stars shine in the sky.
The lights on the Huaiyun River are bright, and all kinds of boats are coming and going.
When a boat passes under the bridge, you can even hear the moans, groans, laughter and laughter inside, and the artistic atmosphere is extremely strong.
These are the boats of small and medium-sized brothels, taking advantage of the heat of the event to bring their own girls to catch the traffic.
The brightly lit luxury building in the middle of the river, like a crystal palace, is the protagonist of this event.
"Eh……"
A cry came from the shore: "That young man on the bridge, do you want to go to the red boat? If you don't mind, how about we go together?"
When Zuo Chongming heard the sound, he looked over and saw that the person calling was a man in his early thirties with an elegant temperament. When he saw him, he looked over and nodded quickly.
"It's disrespectful."
Zuo Chongming smiled indifferently, jumped into the air lightly with his toes, stepped on the green light, and walked to the boat step by step.
"Hiss... Master of Guiyuan Realm."
"You can't tell a person by his appearance, he looks so young."
"It must be a young master from some family."
"Nonsense, how dare you go to the Red Boat if you are not a young master from a wealthy family."
"You have to pay one hundred yuan to get in. It's too expensive."
Many people on the bridge saw this scene and immediately started talking.
However, people in the capital have seen the world, and everyone's attention quickly shifted, returning to those slim and charming girls standing on the deck.
"In Xia Nanhao."
The elegant man clasped his fists in surprise and said with a smile: "Brother, are you still a Guiyuan realm warrior? You are so young, you can be said to be a talented person, and you don't know your surname?"
"Hou Longtao."
"The surname Hou? It's a bit rare."
Nan Hao was startled for a moment. For a moment, he really didn't expect that there was a wealthy and noble family named Hou in the capital.
The boatman took off his bamboo hat, bowed and saluted: "This young master, if you want to board the red boat, you need to show your net worth of one hundred yuan stone."
"Is this enough?"
Zuo Chongming thought for a while and took out a gold brick from his spiritual ring. Judging from the size of this thing, it must weigh at least ten kilograms.
One Yuan Stone is one tael of gold, and this piece is definitely enough.
"..." Boatman.
"..." Nan Hao.
"Enough, enough."
The boatman swallowed dryly, invited the two of them to sit in the cabin, and shouted: "Two guests, sit down, let's set off..."
"Brother Hou, please forgive me."
Nan Hao smiled and said: "This boat needs to carry two passengers before it can set off. I have been waiting for a while, so I took the liberty to call out because I couldn't wait any longer."
"It doesn't matter, I'm just on my way."
"Brother, you're not from the capital, right?"
Zuo Chongming nodded: "Good eyesight."
Nan Hao was quite talkative and laughed loudly: "It's not that I have good eyesight. It's just that I have been familiar with the faces of the capital since I was a kid."
"Speaking of the Hou surname, there are a few in and outside the capital, but they are all small forces, and none of them are as talented as Xiongtai, so I ventured to make a guess."
"That's a pretty good guess."
While Zuo Chongming was talking to him, he took out the album and flipped through it leisurely.
Nan Hao saw the album and asked with a smile: "Brother, did you buy it on the shore? Isn't it cheap?"
Zuo Chongming didn't hide anything either: "Thirty taels is worthy of this craftsmanship."
Nan Hao smiled and said: "Brother, I don't know something. After boarding the red boat, I will be presented with a more exquisite and detailed album. This is a copy of the painting."
"It's okay, you can give it away."
Zuo Chongming has already thought about the whereabouts of this album, and will treat it as a mission reward for Chen Tianlong and the others when he returns.
It’s so appropriate to give the SP album to SP.
Nan Hao showed a meaningful smile that every man knows: "I don't know what number I would like, but I think number seven is good..."
"It's all good."
Zuo Chongming silently wrote down the information in the album, threw it into the spiritual ring, and looked up: "We are here."
After jumping off the boat, as soon as they stepped on the clear crystal stone slab, seven or eight girls who had been waiting for a long time walked over and surrounded the two of them.
These women have different temperaments, and different outfits make their temperaments more prominent. They are tall, noble, charming, iceberg...
"Hey, Mr. Nan, are you here again?"
"I wonder which young lady can catch Mr. Nan's eyes today."
"Oh, sir, please be gentle."
"What are you talking about, regular customer."
Nan Hao laughed heartily, holding one in his familiar hand, and walked towards the Crystal Palace in a swaggering manner.
The girl, who was as mature as a peach, nestled in his arms, said with a blue breath: "Take you and your friends directly to your room?"
Nan Hao looked at him: "Brother, what do you think?"
"It's fate to get together."
Zuo Chongming snapped the folding fan shut and stuffed it into Bingshan Girl's lapel. It happened to be stuck in the gap.
Such a casual attitude makes him look like a seasoned person at first glance.
During the conversation.
He glanced in a certain direction casually, then hugged the two girls with a smile and followed Nan Hao's figure.
After the two of them entered, a ripple spread across the place where he had just glanced, and a figure seemed to flash past, but it disappeared in an instant.
At the same time, Nan Hao's ears twitched, the smile on his face remained the same, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.
This Hou Longtao seems to be not simple.
"Huh."
Zuo Zhongming glanced at Nan Hao's back from the corner of his eye and moved his eyes to his arm holding the girl.
Due to the movement, Nan Hao's sleeves were pulled up, revealing a ferocious scar on his forearm, which was torn like a centipede.
"No way?"
Zuo Chongming was startled at first, and a strange look flashed in his eyes: "It can't really be him, right? This is... really embarrassing."
If his memory is correct, the current Emperor Wu was attacked and killed by three demonic dragons when he was young, and his arm was bitten.
Because the best time for treatment was missed, the imperial doctors tried their best to remove only half of the toxin...
The rest has been integrated into Emperor Wu's arm, causing the scar on his arm to disappear.
"hiss……"
Zuo Chongming grinned, feeling that Yahuazi was a little sore: "Is this... the rhythm of visiting a brothel with my father-in-law?"
I had to go out in a hurry today. If I had known about it, I would have made a fortune first. This would be very unlucky.
Fortunately, they were disguised, otherwise when the two of them meet in court tomorrow, the scene would be...