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Chapter 929: The Earl’s Mansion deserves to be in trouble!

"Brothers, I see that everyone is almost drunk, let's go to the next show, and then go straight to Qianchun Tower~"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent. Zhang Jingchang and others blinked and did not react for a while.

They are all young people of 17 or 18 years old. In the past, the control at home was relatively strict, but only in the past two years have they been able to let go and play.

To say that it is a boy chicken is pure nonsense. I usually go to Goulan House frequently, but I rarely go to Goulan after drinking. In most cases, I go home directly, or go to Goulan to play.

But they rarely go to such a high-cost place as a brothel. Is the sun rising in the west for Yuan Erlang today?

But they are all full-blooded grown men. Who can refuse this kind of thing? As the saying goes, keeping warm and lusting after sex, you can't digest food after eating and drinking.

They all shouted, "Okay, let's go and play in Qianchun Tower~"

After saying that, the few people got up and walked downstairs. They drank and did not ride their horses. Although the Five Cities Military and Horse Department of this dynasty did not check for drunk driving, they still had to pay attention to safety. There were several drunken accidents every night in Bianjing City.

So Yuan Wenshao specially asked his entourage to find a carriage and drove several people towards Qianchun Tower.

In the entertainment venues of this dynasty, there are also grades. Otherwise, Zhang Jingchang and others would not be so surprised just now, because not every place can be called a "brothel".

This dynasty established the Jiaofang Department, whose staff were prostitutes, and those who became prostitutes were often the children of some of the most serious criminals in the court. The management was also quite strict, and they had to receive training in singing, dancing, musical instruments, playing and singing, etc. from an early age. .

Entering the Qianchun Building is just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. The senses are different at that time. Yuan Wenshao is not doing well, and the eyes of the few friends next to him are shining.

"Young gentlemen, please come in~"

"Okay, okay, stay safe and enjoy!"

Later, in the private room upstairs, Yuan Wenshao hugged each other happily, and the dance of the young lady wearing tulle in the middle was also very special...

I have a good capacity for drinking, so I was completely sober by the time I came out. Seeing my friends being taken away by their entourage, I jumped on my horse.

He subconsciously asked: "Ping An, how much did you spend this time?"

"Reporting to the young master, we spent a total of 63 taels of silver this time~"

"Oh, I'll go~"

Hearing the entourage's answer, Yuan Wenshao, who was riding on the horse, had a face full of pain. He wanted to give himself a slap. It would be great to go home just after dinner.

It's really fun to enjoy singing and dancing, but I can't afford to spend such money. This special industry seems to be so expensive no matter what era it is in. Well, I'll have to visit this place less often in the future.

The exchange rate of this dynasty is one tael of silver, which is roughly the same currency, which is about 1000 wen. This number is not very specific. Sometimes it may be more, sometimes it may be less. It still depends on whether the year is peaceful.

……

More than ten days passed like this, and Yuan Wenshao was hurt by the money spent last time. During this time at home, Yuan Wenshao did not leave the house or leave the house. In addition to greeting his parents, he practiced martial arts in his courtyard.

"Huh~" He breathed out and threw the knife in his hand to his attendant Ronbao, took the handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

Standing in front of him was an old man with a straight back. Although he was nearly fifty years old and had white hair and wrinkles, he looked very energetic. He could not be called very tall, but he was very tall and strong.

This is the master Yuan Wenshao specially found from Zhuangzi. He was a servant of the Earl's Mansion. He followed the previous Earl, his own grandfather, and went to the battlefield in the northwest decades ago.

Otherwise, Earl Zhongqin's Mansion deserved to fall. It would be a waste of natural resources for such a battle-hardened veteran to be farming in Zhuangzi when he didn't arrange for someone to find him.

Back to the subject, Yuan Wenshao waited until his breathing was no longer rapid.

He opened his mouth and asked: "Uncle Yuan, am I considered a beginner?"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Yuan stroked his beard and replied with a smile: "Young Master, as the saying goes, a stick lasts a lifetime, but a sword lasts a lifetime!

"Your talent is very good, and you are worthy of being a descendant of the old man. Now this is considered the beginning. Tomorrow, you will be able to swing the sword 200 times more every day!"

Uncle Yuan was very happy that the descendants in the mansion were willing to make progress. He had been working as a servant in the Earl's Mansion all his life, and even this surname was given by the old uncle out of joy. What he most hopes to see is that the Yuan family will one day rise again, but Naihe becomes more and more disappointed. Neither the contemporary earl nor the prince are that good, so he chose Zhuangzi out of frustration.

When he was found by Rong Bao, he was still a little reluctant. After all, he was used to going from sunrise to sunset every day, but for the sake of the future of his descendants, he still agreed to return to the Earl's Mansion.

I originally wanted to deal with it, thinking that it was just a whim of the playboy, but I didn't expect that the second young master actually persisted.

Looking at the handsome young man in front of him, Uncle Zhang's eyes couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as if he saw the general who once conquered the northwest.

He murmured to himself: "Uncle!"

"Uncle Yuan, what did you say?" Yuan Wenshao asked.

After Uncle Yuan came to his senses, he shook his head and said, "It's nothing!"

"Oh~" Yuan Wenshao didn't think much and looked up at the sun.

"It's still early, let's practice for a while and then have lunch!"

"Okay!" The smile on Uncle Yuan's face became even wider.

No matter what, hard-working children can always be liked.

"call!"

"what!"

Yuan Wenshao was chopping the knife in a precise manner, and as the No. 1 follower Rong Bao, he had to practice beside him.

After all, Uncle Zhang is just a veteran in the army. He is not a peerless master in the world, and he has no ancestral secrets. Therefore, according to his experience, diligence can make up for it. If you practice an action thousands of times, you will form muscle memory. .

This is what the old man said back then, no matter what fancy moves are in vain, the important thing is to kill with one blow. As long as you are stronger than others, you have a greater chance of surviving.

"Sir, your posture is wrong. When you chop down, your legs should be steady. Your wrists should be like this!"

As he spoke, Uncle Zhang drew out his saber, his eyes instantly became sharp, and he demonstrated how to chop the saber himself...

Practicing martial arts is extremely energy-consuming. During lunch, there was a lot of meat and fish on the table. Yuan Wenshao, who was sitting on the chair, had his wrists so swollen that he could not lift them up.

Who makes this dog competition system, then it is just like a useless thing. When someone is reborn, he is either a martial arts master, or there are many masters in his family, but he can only practice a little by himself.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I gritted my teeth and insisted that I didn't need to be fed by the maid. I took the food and put it into my mouth bit by bit.

"Tear~" He grinned with every movement.

Because I have been holding a knife every day for more than ten years, always repeating chopping movements, my hands have been blistered many times, but calluses have not yet formed, so the pain is severe.

Yuan Wenshao knew that this was inevitable. As a member of the noble family, although he did not intend to make achievements on the battlefield, if one day the emperor got an evil wind and was sent to the front line, he would not be paralyzed.

Moreover, the job of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division is not so smooth. It usually not only has to deal with the rogues on the interface, but also those on the Jiangyang Avenue are also within the attack range.

At this time, the little maid Chun He who was waiting on the side felt a little distressed when she saw this.

He stepped forward and choked with sobs: "Master, I'd better ask my slave to feed you~"

"No need~" Yuan Wenshao still firmly refused. It was a difficult meal to eat.

To be continued!

(End of this chapter)