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There are many brothels and taverns in Pingkang Square, so they are naturally divided into three, six, and nine classes.

The lowest class is Beiqu, where most of the women belong to the Jiaofang family. They have to learn musical instruments and perform since they were young, and most of them end up marrying lowly people or becoming nuns;
Nanqu and Zhongqu are first- and second-class venues, with many dignitaries and romantic talents coming and going, and every girl there is both talented and beautiful, long-sleeved and good at dancing, and poetry and songs are readily available.

The most famous one is Fengyang Song and Dance. Its top song "Xuanjizi" is not only beautiful, but also very good at rhythm, dance, and poetry.

Not long ago, a talented man surnamed Li spent a lot of money for her, just to see her beauty, and finally wrote a poem, praising Xuanjizi's fan dance as unique in the world.

Poems are still hanging in front of the Fengyang Song and Dance Building:

Jin Bo went deep to explore the flowers, willing to love thousands of charming songs.

The soft strips around the fingers are red like smoke, and the treasure belt has horizontal waves and smiles.

The words in the poem are beautiful and the rhythm is harmonious. It became popular and spread widely, which also raised Xuanjizi's reputation to a higher level.

It's a pity that the talented man surnamed Li left in a hurry and didn't give everyone time to reminisce about the past and solicit.

Today, another nobleman who was born in the plane came to the Fengyang song and dance building, and he spent a lot of money. He came up with a silver ticket and asked to see Xuanjizi by name.

Holding the bank note in her hand, Mama Wang looked at the romantic and suave young man in front of her with fiery eyes, as if she was taking advantage of him.

Although she is old, she still has the charm of her body, and the half-old mistress has a different style.

"Oh, my lord, it's not my mother, I deliberately obstructed it, but Xuanjizi already has a guest today."

It was Wen Yu who turned into a man. After hearing this, she intentionally acted arrogantly spoiled by her family, raised her chin and said, "Who is it? I will pay double the price and let him go."

With that said, Wen Yu took out another handful of banknotes.

Of course, this is the result of her blindfolding.

"Young master, you are making things difficult for me. I dare not offend you, but I also dare not offend the one above."

Mother Wang didn't want to be caught between the two sides to be a villain, so she vaguely reminded Wen Yu that it was the young master of the richest Su family in Chang'an who wrapped Xuanjizi today.

It is not enough to say that the Su family is only rich, but his family has taken refuge in King Ning, and spent a lot of money when King Ning sent troops several times.

After all, Chang'an City is in King Ning's territory, and the strong dragon will not overwhelm the local snake, and the Fengyang Song and Dance House should give more face.

Wen Yu lowered the corners of his eyebrows, his expression was slightly sullen, showing an unconvinced but helpless appearance.

"Then what girls do you have, bring me some."

"Master, please sit upstairs first, the girl upstairs will definitely be satisfied with Mr. Bao."

Mother Wang pinched her handkerchief to cover her mouth and laughed, and glanced narrowly at Wen Yu.

Wen Yu walked towards the wooden stairs, his movements were natural, like a young man who used to go to such occasions.

It's true to say that, if the brothel is regarded as a blind date meeting in the cultivation world, then Wen Yu often goes there.

Not for her, but for her third uncle.

Over the past thousand years, the comprehension world has gradually realized the problem of population. The mortal country does not need to keep having children because of its rich life. There is also a monk surnamed Wang who has developed a magic weapon that can be used for ordinary men and women when they are happy. In the case of the process, it is up to the husband and wife to control whether they want to conceive a child.

Since then, the population of the cultivation world has decreased year by year.

As for monks, they are hard to be emotional, and they often fight because of opportunities. The number of people has decreased severely. When Tian Yanzong accepted disciples in the past hundred years, it was obvious that the number of applicants was much lower than before.

In order to have more outstanding disciples, the combination of monks will often give birth to children with better talents. The monk alliance in the cultivation world advocates a blind date meeting every five years. Single monks participate for a period of [-] days each time, during which no personal grievances can be done here.

Wen Yu's Third Martial Uncle has been single since he was [-] years old and is now [-] years old, and has never changed.

Tired of the boring communication at the blind date, the third uncle thought of a good way to let Wen Yu pretend to be his daughter and help him resist all kinds of prying eyes.

The price is that every time his mount is lent to Wen Yu for a year.

The wooden stairs are of good quality, and the dark sandalwood color will not make any noise. Wen Yu ascends the stairs with a calm demeanor, without seeming distracted.

There are five floors in total, and the higher you go, the better the treatment and the more distinguished your status.

When she reached the third floor, Wen Yu crossed paths with a man without squinting.

"It's not good for a girl to deceive ordinary people like this."

Wen Yu kept moving and continued to walk upstairs.

"Are you talking about yourself?"

When Wen Yu went up to the fourth floor, looked down from the railing, and met the eyes of a man on the third floor who was wearing a black gold brocade gown, with a red gold plate chi Yingluo ring around his waist, and an ivory folding fan in his hand. His face is delicate and handsome, with a smile on his lips.

It was the person who talked to Wen Yu when he was turned up just now.

The man opened the folding fan, swayed it in front of him, nodded slightly, and greeted Wen Yu.

Keywords: folding fan, smile.

An Yuheng?
Wen Yu activated his aura immediately, wanting to do it on the spot.

The further you practice, the more important it is to understand the state of mind, and what Wen Yu lacks most is understanding, so at this time she has reached the seventh level of Qi training, and she is sure to kill An Yuheng when she uses some secret techniques.

But upon closer inspection, this person's temperament is similar to An Yuheng's, but they are different. If An Yuheng is the kind of calm, cheeky and brazen person who laughs and starts, this person has a bit of a gentleman.

Sensing Wen Yu's unprovoked malice, the man frowned slightly, and quickly smoothed it off.

"Sorry, I admitted the wrong person."

Wen Yu said via voice transmission.

"It's okay, but what did the girl say before, how many times did she deceive mortals?"

"Guiding the girls here to tell you the information you want to know in the face of danger, isn't this considered cheating?"

Wen Yu had no intention of discussing this with him. Meeting a monk was an unexpected gain for her, and it seemed that she was from a sect. She lacked experience in walking in the world, so she remained in the brothel as if she didn't understand Fengyue.

"I'm ashamed, the girl is also a monk, I don't know which sect she is from, is she also here to solve the tricky things in Chang'an City?"

"Perhaps the girl would like to talk about it?"

The man put away his folding fan and looked at Wen Yu sincerely.

What happened in Chang'an City?
That is to say, monks from various sects gathered in Chang'an City recently
Wen Yu was puzzled in his heart, but didn't show it on his face.

"my pleasure."

Wen Yu responded, just as Mother Wang brought four or five young girls with enchanting figures and their own characteristics to go upstairs. Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and said in a vicious voice:
"You are too slow, forget it, today is boring, I will come back another day."

Not knowing Wen Yu's identity, Mother Wang couldn't continue to stop her, so she could only watch Wen Yu leave.

At the same time, I was secretly happy that the young master had left, and with his attitude, he didn't bother to ask for the bank note back, which was equivalent to making money for nothing.

"How much of the money do you share?"

Mother Wang turned her head and saw several girls waiting, she took out a few bank notes from her bosom and handed them over, attracting the girls to cheer in a low voice.

I only hope that such a son will come a few more times.