At this time, a turtle slave outside a waterside pavilion saw Zhao Hongrun and his group of four, came up to him with a smile on his face, and invited them in.
The turtle slaves who work in this profession have the most poisonous eyes. Even though Zhao Hongrun is dressed like an ordinary person, he is still a prince living freely in the palace, and he has the demeanor of a superior person in every move he makes.
Not to mention that behind him were Shen Yu, Mu Qing, and Lu Mu, all of whom were carefully selected by the clan to accompany the prince. They were all strong-blooded young men in their twenties, with bright eyes and burly bodies. , even if you are wearing the clothes of ordinary people, how do you look like ordinary people?
"Please, please, please, please." The turtle slave invited Zhao Hongrun and others in with a smile on his face.
"Hmm." Lu Mu was very satisfied that the ghost slave did not look down on them because of their clothes. He casually took out a ten tael of silver from his arms and threw it into the other person's arms.
In the palace, it is very common to reward the young eunuch who has been on mission with ten taels of silver. However, outside the palace now, when the turtle slave discovered that the reward he received was actually ten taels of silver, he happily His eyes shone brightly, and he became even more convinced that these people in front of him must be from famous families.
A group of four people sat down in the hall under the arrangement of the turtle slave. Seeing this, Lu Mu frowned.
He glanced around with some displeasure. After all, the hall was filled with talented people who claimed to be romantic or wealthy people with fat bellies and rich looks on their faces.
"How can I, the Eighth Highness of the Great Wei Dynasty, sit in the same hall with these common people?"
Lu Mu was unhappy and said in a deep voice: "Aren't there any elegant rooms here?"
When the turtle slave took one look at it, he immediately guessed that these people must be strangers and did not know the rules of their waterside pavilion. He was about to explain when he saw Lu Mu take out a fifty-tael ingot of silver from his arms. , said in a deep voice: "Arrange a nice private room and ask the most beautiful girl here to serve you."
"You really are a wealthy person..."
The turtle slave's eyes shone when he looked at the silver ingot, but there was a look of embarrassment on his face: "Gentlemen, the rule of our waterside pavilion is not that the guests should choose the girls of the boudoir, but the girls of the boudoir should choose. What a welcome guest..."
"What?" When Lu Mu heard this, he immediately became angry and said to himself, "Your Highness, the great prince of Wei, how can you allow a group of prostitutes to pick and choose?"
Immediately, he slammed the table and angrily shouted: "Bold!"
The turtle slave was so frightened that he trembled all over and quickly explained: "Masters, please don't be angry. Look around, it's not always like this."
When Zhao Hongrun heard this, he turned around and looked around. Only then did he realize that the hall was filled with handsome young men, as well as many rich people with big belly. These people, like him, were sitting in the hall, amusing themselves. While drinking, there was no woman accompanying him.
What's embarrassing is that Lu Mu's angry shout just now made the group of people turn their heads and look at them subconsciously, looking at them as if they were country bumpkins.
This made Zhao Hongrun feel a little hot on his face, and he quickly whispered: "Lu Mu, shut up."
"yes."
Lu Mu may have realized something, and his expression was a bit awkward.
Because before coming in, His Highness had never been to such a place, so he wanted to deal with it for His Highness, but unexpectedly, he aroused the contempt of other people in the hall.
"Sure enough, this young master is the real owner!"
Seeing that Zhao Hongrun's words made the angry Lu Mu dare not say anything more. The turtle slave became clear in his heart and respectfully explained to Zhao Hongrun: "This young master is not in a small embarrassment, it's just the rules of our waterside pavilion. If so.
No matter which girl in the boudoir the young master can seduce, someone will introduce the young master into the boudoirs on the second and third floors to meet the girls in the boudoir."
"I see."
Zhao Hongrun understood, it turned out that this was not an ordinary place for buying sex that was said to be immoral in the market. The grade and style here were higher.
"Then how can I be favored by the girl in your boudoir and be invited upstairs?"
Listening to Zhao Hongrun's unconcealed tone of superiority, Turtle Slave did not dare to look down upon him and said quickly: "The girl in the boudoir will send a maid to serve you and bring the paper with the written proposition to the hall. As long as the young master can answer it."
If you post the questions on the paper and the answers are in line with the girl's wishes, you will naturally be invited upstairs."
"Oh." Zhao Hongrun nodded, and suddenly he raised his finger and pointed at a tall, fat and slightly bald rich man in the distance, and said in a low voice: "No matter how hard I look, I can't tell that that person is a talented person.
, according to what you said, this person has no hope of going upstairs, so what is he doing here?"
The turtle slave looked back, looking a little hesitant.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun winked at Lu Mu, who understood and took out ten taels of silver ingots and placed them gently on the table.
The silver was cold, but holding it in my arms made my heart warm. Seeing the young master in front of me reward him with another ten taels of silver, the turtle slave could not hesitate. He quickly put the silver in his arms and then said something vaguely.
He made a gesture representing money and whispered: "Not every girl will choose a talented person...
...Only those poor courtesans would do this. After all, this is Daliang, the capital of Chen, and there are many young men from wealthy families. Even the girls hope to meet a rich man who is both rich and talented.
It is better to redeem their lives for them, even if they are concubines, than to be here...don't you think so?"
"As for the others who have given up hope, they will find ways to earn money to redeem themselves at any cost?" Zhao Hongrun directly followed the turtle slave's words.
The turtle slave smiled helplessly.
"Okay, I understand. ...Tell me, which girl here is the most beautiful?"
"Qing Kuan'er." Shen Yu interjected. As a Zongwei, he could not tolerate those non-pure women touching His Highness.
Zhao Hongrun glanced at Shen Yu and didn't say much.
The turtle slave thought for a while and said in a low voice: "Then it must be Miss Su from Cuixiaoxuan."
"Oh? What's her name?" Zhao Hongrun asked curiously.
After hearing this, Gui Nu said in a low voice: "Young master, it is not appropriate to ask the girls their names here, and they will not reveal their real names easily."
"Why?"
"Just think about it, girls have no choice but to commit themselves to this. After all, it is a disgrace to the family. Who would be willing to reveal their real names?"
"Well... Cui Xiaoxuan, right? I've written it down."
When the turtle slave saw him, he said: "Young Master, although Miss Su from Cuixiaoxuan is said to be excellent in sex and art, she has always treated the guests here without pretense. It would be better if the Young Master is full of knowledge, but if..."
Hearing this, Mu Qing interrupted with a look of displeasure on his face: "My young master is naturally very educated and rich. Do you want to talk more?"
"Yes, yes, that's good, that's good..."
The turtle slave respectfully withdrew, and came back a while later, bringing a pot of wine, a pot of tea, four cups, and several plates of dry goods, fruit shops, fried beans, and peanuts to the four people at Zhao Hongrun's table. Dried dates and the like.
"Damn, you still need thirty taels for these things? This money is so easy to earn!"
Lu Mu, who paid the money, cursed in a low voice because of the shame of his Highness.
"Wine is not good wine either." Mu Qing sniffed the wine in the flask and frowned.
"Are you comparing yourself to the wine served in the palace?"
Shen Yu shook his head slightly, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea. After smelling it, he brought it to Zhao Hongrun and whispered: "Master, this tea is not bad, why don't you just drink a cup of tea."
"Hmm." Zhao Hongrun nodded indifferently.
Come to think of it, he didn't come here just to drink and have tea. Like the people in this hall, he just wanted to meet the beautiful girls in this waterside pavilion.
If you really want to drink, thirty taels of silver is enough to drink you to death in a wine shop.
While he was slowly drinking tea, little maids from upstairs ran down from time to time and asked questions to the distinguished guests in the hall.
At this time, the turtle slaves also quickly presented a square wooden tray to the guests at each table. The wooden trays contained pens, inks, paper and inkstones, which were obviously used to answer questions.
As for the questions asked by the girls in the boudoir, they are basically from Confucian books. Some are relatively simple, and some are relatively unfamiliar. They usually just read the first half of a paragraph, and then ask the guests in the hall to continue. Half a sentence, the way of asking questions was so simple that Zhao Hongrun was greatly disappointed.
"Is this so-called question just a gimmick?"
Zhao Hongrun was greatly disappointed.
Fortunately, there were several sessions later where the talents in the hall were asked to write poems and poems, which finally allowed Zhao Hongrun to regain some of his expectations.
But even so, he did not pick up his pen, but just drank tea by himself, letting the talented people in the hall who claimed to be romantic rush to answer the questions.
Because he was waiting for the question from Miss Su from Cuixiaoxuan.
I don't know how long it took, but finally a little maid who was serving at Cuixiaoxuan walked to the corridor on the second floor holding a piece of paper, and slowly spread out a painting facing the guests in the hall below.
Zhao Hongrun looked up and saw that the painting showed a group of white cranes playing in the water. The white crane in the center was the most eye-catching, standing on one foot in the water and combing its feathers with its beak.
"The painting is pretty good... Unfortunately, not only is there no illusion that the objects in the painting are alive, but the lines are not well drawn... The crane should be thinner to make it look more fairy-like, but this crane is too fat." , just like a stupid fat goose...not as good as the Sixth Emperor Brother, far worse.』
Since the sixth prince Zhao Hongzhao had also painted cranes, Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but make comparisons in his mind, and the results he came up with made him secretly shake his head.
He didn't even think about whether he was out of his mind to compare the paintings of the sixth prince Zhao Hongzhao. He knew that the market price of his sixth prince Zhao Hongzhao's calligraphy and paintings in the capital was as high as a thousand taels. If the calligraphy and paintings of Cui Xiaoxuan were If Miss Su has this ability, will she still be here?
But no matter what, Zhao Hongrun was still a little disappointed and did not even look at the group of people in the hall who praised and touted the painting.
Unexpectedly, the little maid took out the painting and asked them not to comment on how good the painting was, but to ask a ridiculous question.
"Miss Su asked: When the crane stands, why does it have one foot curled up and the other standing?"
Suddenly the whole hall was silent.
But Zhao Hongrun felt a little bit interested in his heart.
"This is interesting..."
He turned to look at the other people in the hall.
Completely opposite to his attitude, those gentlemen and students who seemed to be elegant and suave were shaking their heads and sighing softly.
"What is this?"
"It seems that Miss Su from Cuixiaoxuan doesn't plan to see any guests today, so she deliberately raised such embarrassing questions."
"Try your luck, maybe you will get lucky."
All the students in the hall sighed and wrote down their answers and asked the turtle slave to give them to the little maid.
"Sir?"
Shen Yu handed the wooden plate to Zhao Hongrun. He knew that His Highness was waiting for Miss Su from Cuixiao answer?
From the side, Mu Qing couldn't help but give advice to His Highness: "Why are you standing on one foot and curling up on the other... It's more fairy-like, right, Your Highness?"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Hongrun gave him a funny look, picked up a pen and wrote something on the white paper that made them laugh, and then wrote his name on the signature line.