"What a rascal, isn't my young master more handsome than you?" Yazhi was displeased and asked in a male voice.
Although the voice was deliberately low, it was also soft and pleasant like a woman's, as if it was a spring after the rain in the empty mountain, flowing into the heart of the little fat man, making him tremble all over.
"That... I, I, I..."
The little fat man was also a virgin, and had never heard such a beautiful voice, so he was confused for a while.
Xia Shang smiled and stopped Yazhi from continuing. The purpose of coming here today was not to see the fairy girl. It was naturally good to have a little fat man as a cover, not to mention that there was money to be made, so why not?
"Brother, you are right. Xia will do his best to cooperate with you and help you win the favor of the beauty."
The little fat man was overjoyed when he heard this and repeatedly called Xia Shang: "Brother, you are still insightful. Come on, let's sit together."
Xia Shang sat down and was not interested in the wine and food on the table. He looked around.
Today, Yichunyuan was decorated very grandly. More than 30 large round tables in the hall were all covered with fiery red embroidered silk. There were not only wine and food on the table, but also writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone. The tables were arranged in a fan shape. On the left sat the scholars, and on the right sat the wealthy merchants who spent gold and silver. At this time, the building was already full.
In the middle of the venue was an exquisite small stage with a table. It was only enough for three people to stand side by side. It was obviously not for enjoying singing and dancing.
Directly above the small stage was the corridor on the second floor of Yichunyuan. There was an exquisite bead curtain between the handrails of the corridor. Behind the bead curtain was a women's boudoir with a closed door.
No need to think, that is the room of today's protagonist, Miss Xian'er.
In the room, there is not a delicate and pretty lady doing the final dressing in front of the dressing table, but a frosty-faced woman in red standing in front of the table looking at the scroll of writing paper on the table.
The woman has a fair face and red lips, and her eyebrows and eyes are like paintings. She should be a delicate and charming female fairy, but at this moment, she gives people the coldness of an iceberg, as if there is frost within three feet. Even if the room is full of red makeup and colorful paintings, it can't dispel the coldness and arrogance in her bones.
"After the work is done, brush off the clothes and leave, hide your merits and fame... Xia Chunqiu?"
Seeing the poem when Xia Shang entered the courtyard, the woman frowned slightly, and then snorted disdainfully.
At this time, the voice of the madam came from outside the house: "My little baby, are you ready? The young men downstairs can't wait."
As soon as the voice fell, the expression of the woman in the house changed instantly, and softness and charm quietly climbed up her face, as if a frozen rose regained its beauty, and the whole person seemed to come alive. The fiery red gauze skirt floated with flame-like ripples as her bare feet moved, just like her fiery red lips, full of temptation and enchantment.
The gauze skirt was thin and could not block the smooth jade-like skin. The hazy feeling extended from the feet to the roots of the thighs. Not to mention the men, even the madam who came in was fascinated.
"My daughter! She is really a natural fairy. If my mother were a man, she would also be obsessed with you."
"Mom, why are you in a hurry? Let them wait."
The delicate voice was as red as the red on her body. Just listening to it would make people's hearts burn.
"Oh, my baby, I can't wait any longer. Hurry up and say something to the nobles below."
...
At this moment, the atmosphere in Yichun Courtyard was a little dry. The hall was full and there were even many people standing around, but Miss Xian'er was still not showing up.
"What do you mean? Why hasn't Miss Xian'er shown up yet?"
"That's right! Are you kidding us?"
"If you don't show up, I'll ruin the place!"
No one can control this situation. The other girls in Yichun Courtyard complained and tried all kinds of means to appease the guests, but it was useless. Helplessly, they could only smile and lament the unfairness of fate.
As women, why can others be sought after by thousands of people, while they are just toys in the hands of others?
All the girls in brothels are like this. When they are famous, they are like the bright moon in the sky, but when they are not famous, they are like the dust in the world. How many women were famous for a while, but later they lived a miserable life?
Xia Shang silently paid attention to his surroundings. His position was quite special, right at the junction of literati and businessmen. On the right was a table of not-so-elegant people.
There were four people at the next table, who were very noisy, drinking and eating meat with big mouthfuls, and talking dirty.
The literati at the same table with Xia Shang were very upset. Soon someone stood up and said, "This is a place of elegance and leisure. You are so noisy, aren't you afraid of humiliating the culture?"
The person who spoke was clear and loud, and spoke arrogantly, thinking that his words could make the other party ashamed.
Who knew that the four people on the other side glared at him and stood up one after another: "Corrupt scholar, go to your mother!"
After that, a glass of wine was directly poured on the other party's face, and he looked very embarrassed.
There were many literati present, and it was really infuriating to make a fool of themselves at this moment!
"You rough men, I... I'll tell you..."
"You little brat, are you looking for death?!"
Seeing the conflict was imminent, a man sitting opposite Xia Shang inserted himself between the two groups of people: "Everyone, please give me some face for Ouyang Changhao."
This was a young man in white clothes, waving a folding fan and looking elegant, with a very good-looking appearance. He was as much of a pretty boy as Xia Shang.
Xia Shang didn't care who Ouyang Changhao was, but as a spectator he frowned.
The four people at the next table spoke vulgarly, and their speaking style was not as cultivated as that of a wealthy family. They were indeed rough men as the scholar said. And at the moment when the conflict was about to happen, the four people subconsciously touched their waists. Although there was nothing on their waists, they still exposed themselves. Although it was only a moment, this detail did not escape Xia Shang's eyes.
Moreover, Xia Shang noticed that the person closest to him had calluses on his hands, and he must be a person who used to use a long knife!
Using a knife means they know martial arts, but they don't look like people from the underworld. In Yangzhou, there is only one profession for martial artists who often use knives.
That is the constable.
It is not uncommon for constables to visit brothels, but it is very new to see them in a brothel today.
Today, Yichunyuan is having an event, and non-literati need to pay two hundred taels of silver to enter, which is not something a small constable can afford.
So where does the money come from?
Thinking of this, Xia Shang smiled.
The conflict at the banquet gradually subsided, and the voice of the old procuress came from upstairs.
"Everyone, be quiet, Miss Xian'er is out."
"Wow!"
The crowd was agitated, but it was soon calmed by the sound of the piano.
The sound was so soul-stirring that it came from upstairs, and everyone in the room was shocked. At the beginning, the strings of the piano were moved, and how could the combination of several notes make people tremble? How can this be a fairy-like song that a woman can perform? This is definitely not because of her outstanding guqin skills, but because of the extraordinary material of the guqin.
It is said that the seven strings are made of fine materials, and the three-foot-long material is called the Tao.
Yes! It must be the extraordinary material of the guqin!