Chapter 614 Qingdeng who misses Tianzhang Academy and Ziyang who was killed45
It is right to entrust Ziyang with the important task of "promoting Silver Mirror".
In terms of fame, the dignified "the most beautiful woman in Kyoto" and "the best geisha in Gion" do have a certain degree of popularity.
Based on Ziyang's influence, if he could bring her into the group and convince her to help promote Silver Mirror, the effect would be more than simply getting twice the result with half the effort.
Due to time constraints and the fact that it was not a particularly important matter, Aoto went to Gion alone without bringing any entourage or informing anyone of his destination.
However, as soon as he got on the road, he couldn't help but regret it - at least let Sanako, Kinoshita Mai and Souji know about this.
That's all for the others. If Sanako and others knew that he went to Gion without telling them... that would be a serious problem!
Thinking of this, Qingdeng couldn't help but shudder several times.
Out of caution, he raised his eyes and looked around carefully.
The talents "Fire Eyes +5" and "Perceiver of Wind +1" are activated!
Eyes wide open, ears pointed.
After confirming that no one was following him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Aoto is no stranger to Gion.
As early as when Komaki and his wife took him and Sanako on a tour of Kyoto, he had visited Gion once.
However, that visit was in broad daylight.
The gold-selling cave in Gion, a city full of glamour, only reveals its "true identity" after nightfall!
At this moment, just when the moon is rising.
The clear moonlight pours down from the sky, illuminating the winding Kamogawa River and Gion located on the east bank of the Kamogawa River.
Under the illumination of the moonlight, the stars and lights suddenly dimmed, making the surrounding scenery more clear.
The black tile roofs on the houses, the willow trees on the river bank that have not sprouted new buds, the gurgling stream, the decks and roofs of the sailboats sailing along the river...everything you look at is painted with a layer of silver. of thin frost.
The sounds produced by those shamisen, pipa, and drums are blown in all directions by the night wind, making them sound sweet and melodious.
Entering Gion, the colorful world of feasting and feasting immediately unfolds before your eyes.
Every street and every house in Gion is hung with bright red lanterns.
The blurred, bewitching red light accentuates the atmosphere of the bells ringing, the dishes cooking, the wine pools and the meat forest.
On the river, sailing boats come and go, bringing in new tourists from time to time. Whenever the oars swing by, the broken moon shadows snake like snakes on the crystal water.
On the streets, you can see geishas posing with their waists and plump buttocks everywhere, and you can see young and old men casting lewd glances at the geishas everywhere.
Happy laughter, small conversations and melodious music melted in the night wind.
The huge Gion is like another Qinhuai River bank.
In the past, after seeing this scene, Qing Deng would have only sighed, "It's so prosperous."
But now...
Qingdeng turned his eyes expressionlessly.
The red light of the lantern illuminated his pupils.
Gradually, his brows slowly furrowed.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered a certain famous poem: Beyond the mountains are green mountains and towers outside. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? The warm wind makes the tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou.
This poem is the perfect way to describe what I am seeing now.
——There are still so many poor people suffering nowadays, but these guys are enjoying themselves without having anything to do with themselves...
Qingdeng couldn't remember exactly when it started... In short, as early as a long time ago, he became more and more dissatisfied with that kind of place where people were obsessed with life and death.
This is not because he has mental mysophobia.
Qingdeng does not think that his "symptoms" are mental mysophobia.
He just... has seen too many human tragedies and tragedies with his own eyes.
Having experienced a complex life of catching petty thieves and solving major cases, working in a judicial office, and going in and out of Edo Castle, he has already seen everything in the world.
The poor people who have no money to pay for medical treatment are lying like mud around the Edo health center, the poor people who are driven to a dead end by the phantoms of the Punishment Party, the evil people who are insatiable...
Whenever he witnesses the extravagance and elegance of Gion, Yoshiwara and other places, and then thinks of the tragic scenes he has witnessed with his own eyes, he feels a sense of loss that he cannot describe...
Qingden took a deep breath, gathered his mood, put aside the complicated thoughts in his mind, stepped forward, and hurried to the "Geisha Office" to which Ziyang belonged - Baihuaya.
There are 2 types of buildings in Gion.
One refers to things, which are institutions that specialize in cultivating and managing geishas, similar to "geisha offices".
There are very few geisha who work alone.
Generally speaking, no matter how famous a geisha is, they must be affiliated to a certain "geisha agency".
Only in this way can we have the opportunity to serve high-level customers and achieve better development.
As for the second one, it is the "tea house".
The "tea house" provides a place to eat, drink and play.
If guests want to order geisha to entertain them, they often need a teahouse to act as a middleman. The general process is as follows -
First, find a tea house, book a room, order food, and then tell the people at the tea house which geishas you want to find to entertain. Then the tea house will notify the "Geisha Office" to which the geisha belongs and ask them to send someone over immediately. .
In this way, "Geisha Training Institute", "Geisha Training Institute" and "Tea House" can be regarded as complementary and mutually reinforcing relationships.
Those high-level "Geisha offices" often only cooperate with those high-level teahouses.
In other words, if you want to enjoy the service of those high-level geishas, you can only go to those top-notch teahouses where "even a cup of green tea has to be priced at a silver price."
This not only increased the income of teahouses and offices, but also invisibly raised the geisha's worth.
According to the usual practice, Aoshito's approach of going directly to the "Geisha Agency" to find someone is definitely against Gion's rules.
But he doesn't care about that much.
After hurriedly arriving at Baihua House and opening the door of the shop, a man dressed as a mamasang immediately greeted him with a smile:
"Oh, sir, who are you looking for?"
Qingdeng didn't waste any time and said immediately:
"I'm looking for Miss Ziyang."
Someone who can be a mama-san in a place like Gion certainly has extraordinary eyesight.
The other party saw at a glance that Qingdeng was no ordinary guest, so he did not dare to neglect him and said quickly:
"Ziyang has work tonight! She is currently receiving guests in Pingtian House!"
"Hirataya? Where is this store?"
“Turn right after going out, walk through 2 intersections, turn left at the 3rd intersection and go straight for a while to see this store.”
"Thank you, Mama-san."
After expressing his simple thanks to Mamasang, Qingden immediately hurried out.
However, just when he stepped out of the shop door, Mama Sang suddenly stopped him.
I saw Mamasang's eyes moving downwards without a trace, and glanced at the knife on Qingden's waist. To hide his identity, Qingden did not wear any ghosts and gods, only Vairocana and Vairochana hung on his waist. Waki difference.
Although there was a hint of fear on the old face, she still bravely said:
"Guest, guest, what do you want to do with Ziyang? Ziyang is working now. If you want to see her, please wait until her work is over..."
Before she finished speaking, Qingdeng smiled slightly and said:
"Mama-san, don't worry, I'm not an unreasonable person and I won't do anything random."
After that, he didn't stay for long and disappeared like the wind in the middle of the crowded street.
