The prostitute industry in the Song Dynasty was so prosperous that it was unimaginable.

High-end prostitutes in brothels, wild prostitutes who lean on the door to sell laughter, folk geisha who are active in the tiles of the streets and alleys, official prostitutes who are acting as children of sinners, family prostitutes raised by noble families, military prostitutes in military camps...

This prostitute not only includes female prostitutes, but also male prostitutes, but not for women to consume, but for children.

Therefore, there is no need to mock Han Qi and others for raising dozens of prostitutes, or Wang Anshi used prostitutes to sell alcohol to make money for the country. At that time, more people would understand it.

The Zhu brothers entertained Wang Ju in the largest brothel in Yanzhou City, and some scholars from the two brothers were also from Yannei.

Wang Ju walked in curiously, as if he was a wealthy family, with many blue brick houses, small buildings, and some flowers and plants, and rockery. There are still differences. The back is divided into small courtyards, which are the locations of each of the heads (costus).

There are some maids or prostitutes in the hall, who are serving back and forth. There are some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. In short, the cloth is very elegant and interesting, perhaps this is the standard of appreciation of this era.

There were still more than a dozen guests sitting, some of whom could know him, while others didn't.

Everyone greeted him politely.

Wang Ju is poor, but he is talented, which is also a kind of wealth.

A dozen scholars exchanged some reading experiences, and Li Wan suddenly shouted in surprise: "Miss Xiangyu is out."

With a lifting of the pearl curtain, a long and graceful girl in her twenties walked out from behind the curtain.

"I've seen Mrs. Xiangyu."

All the scholars bowed.

"I've seen you guys." Xiang Yuying gave a gift, and her voice was also very soft and beautiful.

As Xiangyu sat down, she said again: "Can you bring a good little order?"

"Who is she?" Wang Ju asked Zhu Jun whispered.

"She is the most famous leader in Yanzhou," Zhu Jun replied in a dream, staring at Xiangyu, and the gods were flying outside the sky.

The contrast between Zhu Jun's expression on this line and his fiancée made Wang Ju feel a little angry. He was just a little more dressed up or pretended... It was indeed a little more beautiful. But your little lady is not bad either. This nerd is very similar to himself in his previous life.

Wang Ju kindly advised: "She is a woman in the end."

“So what?”

Wang Ju was speechless instead.

Although there are many prostitutes in this era, they are worthy of sympathy. They rarely enter this industry because they are lazy and eat. Most of them are either sold to the ***** by their parents since childhood, or have to make a living because of their livelihood. Besides Fan Zhongyan's wife, Liang Hongyu and others, most prostitutes end up miserably after their deterioration. Du Shiniang is a story, but there are many beautiful prostitutes similar to Du Shiniang's encounter.

Li Yu**The famous twelve beauties of Jinling, Xue Jiu, wandered to Jiangbei after the breaking of Jinling City. Decades later, one day, at Zhao Chun’s house in Luoyangfang, singing Ji Kang. Everyone was crying. Zhao Chun raised wine to invite a dance. Xue Jiu said that he was old, his waist and wrist were stiff, and he no longer had the old form, so he forced himself to dance, and the song ended.

Isn’t such a woman far more pitiful than that of the woman in Bai Juyi’s “Pipa Xing”? Isn’t such an ending more pitiful than that woman?

The students did not pay attention to him and applauded them all.

The waiter took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and sent it down.

Wang Ju continued to persuade: "I think that Mrs. Zhao is really good. She looks pretty and obedient to you. She looks very good. She is also from a wealthy family and is in the same family as yours."

"You don't understand. Taoist Baiyun said that her fate was my nemesis. She had a uncle who was the commander of the Poche Army. My family dared not regret his relatives." Zhu Jun said depressedly.

"The birthday is wrong. How did you make a post at the beginning?"

The Song Dynasty usually took three steps to discuss marriage, ask for divination, return to the decree, and go on a blind date. The first step was that the two families sent each other a cursive post, wrote down the names and family properties of the three generations and their birth dates and eight characters, and then asked Mr. Suanbu to see if the two were born on a compatible date, and then put in a detailed post, listing the dowry and dowry. If you are satisfied, go to the next step, and the man and the woman will meet. If you are satisfied, a man will put a golden hairpin on the woman's crown bun. If you are not satisfied, give some colorful satin to shock you. After the blind date, you will perform the ceremony of decree. In this way, both parties will determine the marriage relationship. There are many steps later, but you have to wait until you get married.

Now that the two of them have been determined, at least it has reached the stage of deciding the bride ceremony, let alone asking questions for divination.

"It turned out that my family also hired a monk. Later, this monk was arrested by the government because of the woman named Jinxiang. His name is Liumao. My mother was not relieved, so she asked Taoist Master Baiyun to ask again. Sure enough, she asked questions."

"Bad..." Wang Ju didn't say the question, no wonder Zhu Jun was so cold to that girl. In fact, in Wang Ju's heart, if Zhu Jun remained angry, he might not be worthy of that little girl.

But this is the limitation of the times.

Everyone really believes it. From the people to the emperors and officials, how many people don’t believe in ghosts and gods?

His eyes turned and asked again, "What impact will it have if you two families get along?"

“What impact?”

Well, it was a waste of time to ask, so Wang Ju changed his question: "Is the Zhao family very rich and powerful?"

"That's right," Zhu Jun became even more depressed, otherwise he would have regretted getting married long ago.

"So is there anyone who doesn't want you two to have a marriage alliance?"

“Why?”

It's a waste of time again.

"Let's do this. If you ask your family to spend some money from Jingzhao Mansion or other places, you can invite a more intelligent monk or Taoist priest, but you must be from another place. The farther away from Yanzhou, the better. Take the straw posts of both of you and ask the monk or Taoist priest to ask for divination."

"Hey, Zhu Erlang, don't you write a small order?" The waiter looked at Zhu Jun strangely and asked.

Although Wang Ju was talking, he was also watching the head of the line.

He is poor, but he also knows some customs of the Song Dynasty. Many of the trades are famous, not only with appearance, but also with talent. It seems that this Xiangyu trades are a prostitute with both talent and talent. He sings very well, so he is very reserved. It is not good to not sing well, and it is worthless if he sings too much. So he put a difficult topic out, so he let everyone write poems and catch her eye, so he used this poem to sing.

Actually, this is a very clever self-hype.

With elegance and value, you will become more and more famous.

As expected, as the scholar handed over the small order he had written before, she looked at it one by one, frowned and put it down one by one.

The waiter sneered again: "Has Erlang had a dull sex attack again?"

"Maomao, don't be rude." Xiangyu shouted lightly.

"While fighting and coaxing, my wrists are really clever," Wang Ju thought shamelessly again.

But it worked very well. Zhu Jun stood up and blushed, and said a little flattered: "Maggie Xiangyu, Maomao blamed him correctly."

"It's really like myself in my previous life." Wang Ju said in his heart, so he secretly pulled Zhu Jun down and whispered: "For the sake of making a living, women are used to playing around with each other, and even more accustomed to being in trouble. Such women can play with each other occasionally. If they take it seriously, they will only harm themselves."

"Miss Xiangyu is a real gentleman!"

"Have you tested her body?"

"Wang Xiaolang," Zhu Jun glared at him angrily. Although you are young and don't know the charm, you can't say this rude thing!

The waiter noticed the whispers of the two of them, and seemed to have ignored the boy's wife, and sarcastically said: "This is the Wang family's little boy from Yanzhou. Can you make a small order for my wife?"

“Not interested.”

"Are you not interested or is it a false appearance?"

Sometimes being noble is true, but sometimes being pretentious.

But being noble is not a sarcasm. Whether it is being noble or being arrogant, it just elevates oneself, and does not mean looking down on others.

Sarcasm is different. It does not raising oneself, but belittles others and discriminates against others.

Wang Ju looked up at the wonderful man behind him.

The fringed fringes blowing the pearl curtain gently wiped the graceful girl, but she didn't make any noise this time.

Wang Ju has read too many stories and novels, Du Shiniang, Huo Xiaoyu... He has heard too many legends, Liu Rushi, Li Xiangjun, and the Song Dynasty, who gave birth to Fan Chuncui, the wife of the Ministry of Revenue, and Liang Hongyu, who was born to Fan Zhongyan.

However, the performance of Xiangyu Master Maid finally made him realize something clearly: a prostitute is a prostitute. He is poor and must look down on him.

He thought of the little princess again.

People are noble people, but what is their attitude to talk to others? Fortunately, I felt pitiful at that time and had more trouble, otherwise I would feel guilty in the future.

Of course, he won't quarrel, so that's why.

So he said a few words in Zhu Jun's ear, then bowed and said, "I'm dizzy after eating a little wine. Everyone, I'm sorry for saying goodbye."

Wang Ju stood up and left.

This was a bit disappointing, and the waiter looked at Zhu Jun: "Erlang, what did he say to you just now?"

What did you say?

"I have a small lyric, Erlang, you can come up with it and please that lady, but I will advise you not to get caught in it."

Of course Zhu Jun would not say this sentence.

So he said, "Nothing else, only a small song."

"Children, what little order to write?"

It is true that writing lyrics is not that simple. Not only does each sentence have to match the number of words, rhyme, parallelism, and rhythm, which is also necessary to suppress the rhythm, so that it is easier to sing. Therefore, no matter how beautiful the words of Su Dongpo's lyrics were, many people were ashamed of in the Song Dynasty, and they were far inferior to Zhou Bangyan's status in the lyrics. The lyrics written by scholars present may not be as eyed by Xiangyu, but if Wang Ju wrote them, they would not be even more eyed by Xiangyu.

However, it doesn't matter, don't have too many good words.

Wang Ju disdains to plagiarize, but it is not an exaggeration to copy once or twice occasionally.

Then there was the small order from Zhu Jun's mouth: the north wind rushes the wild clouds and the houses are flat, the cold stream drifts through the ice valley. The setting sun sends back the geese, and the evening mist is thousands of heavy. The deserted ponds hang their handles, and the mountains in the north are close to the mountains. Why bother to say it hard to return? The stone pavilion is full of spring.

"The sunset sends back to the geese, and the mist is huge... good sentences, good sentences." Xiangyu said in surprise.

"Wang Xiaolang is disappointed with us... No, he is leaving Yanzhou." Li Wan suddenly said after a long time.

Sure enough, Wang Ju left the Zhu family with the purchased goods, and everyone couldn't catch up with him.

Looking at the rolling yellow clouds in the sky, the clear waters had already oozed out of cold air and the distant mountains were withered and yellow, Yang Du sighed: "The peaches and plums do not speak, but they form their own paths."

But Maomao was so angry that she said to Xiangyu: "Madam, that poor boy actually looks down on you."

"Don't pay attention to him," Xiangyu smiled indifferently. Is Song Lang's plan going to be launched?

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