The prince is more stable

Chapter 57: Brothel’s fortune
A man with money is brave, but he becomes bad when he has money.

Zhao Xiaoqian got on the carriage as soon as he went out and ordered it to go straight to Panlou East Street.

Sitting in the shaking carriage, Zhao Xiaoqian couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth, and silently drew up a dark smile.

I’m eighteen years old now, I can’t be pure anymore!
If it were an eighteen-year-old dog, it would have many children and grandchildren.

And Zhao Xiaoqian, a living person and the crown prince of the Song Dynasty, was actually... commonly known as a "virgin".

Dogs would laugh when they saw him.

The first time Zhao Xiaoqian visited a brothel in the Song Dynasty, he decided not to bring any friends and went alone.

Of course, the imperial guards under Chen Shouhe's command still had to be brought along. Zhao Xiaoqian was not that stupid. He had offended so many old party members in Bianjing City. He was not Zhao Zilong from Shijiazhuang, so how could he dare to run around alone?

Panlou East Street in Bianjing was where brothels and prostitutes were concentrated.

There are brothels and prostitutes everywhere in this place, with both middle-aged prostitutes who work alone to solicit customers and young and beautiful courtesans.

It can be said that Panlou East Street caters to all kinds of consumption classes in Bianjing. No matter how much money you have in your pocket, you can find a woman who suits you here.

Of course, brothels are different from the old prostitutes who solicit customers in brothels. They are high-end consumption places and they also do the flesh trade, but they are mainly famous for their elegance.

All the customers who go to brothels are actually mainly looking for spiritual satisfaction.

A talented man and a beautiful woman sit opposite each other, the man composes poems and lyrics, the beautiful woman plays the piano and writes calligraphy, what a harmonious and beautiful picture.

It is rare for a talented person to write a poem and then suddenly ask "How much does the whole service cost?"

The so-called top courtesan, although fallen into prostitution, is often arrogant and proud.

They are not fat-headed nouveau riche who can be made to lie down with money. A prince named Zhao has tried it and it didn't work.

What they value are young, handsome and talented men who are good-looking, talented, know how to care for others and are also romantic.

Therefore, the requirements for the lovers of the courtesan are very high, and ordinary people cannot even meet her.

This is also the marketing strategy of the brothel. They hook you and keep you hanging, just to prevent you from getting what you want. Then they use some green tea and white lotus tricks. Won’t you spend all your money to get into the brothel?

When the carriage arrived at Panlou East Street, Zhao Xiaoqian got off the carriage, turned around and looked around. Sure enough, lanterns were hanging everywhere.

I don’t have the impression of seeing any scene where girls stood on the pavilion, waving their handkerchiefs and calling out in a sweet voice to the people downstairs, “Master, come and play!”

On the contrary, the surroundings were actually very quiet. Even if there were customers walking into the brothel, they would be as calm and casual as visiting friends. No one was making a fuss in the brothel, and there was no brothel madam soliciting customers outside.

Zhao Xiaoqian's first impression of the Song Dynasty's brothels was that they were more like high-end and upper-class social venues.

After looking around, Zhao Xiaoqian saw a brothel with a sign that read "Drunk in the Flower Shade". He smiled and walked in.

The signboard is quite interesting. Zui Hua Yin is the name of a tune, but the literal meaning reveals a strong sense of ambiguity. The boss is a good businessman.

After instructing Chen Shou and others to wait outside the door, Zhao Xiaoqian walked into the brothel alone.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt that the hall was bright, with many lanterns hanging on the beams. A receptionist in a long gown came up to greet me, bowed politely, and then smiled friendlyly.

"I am here to greet you. I am unfamiliar with you, and it seems you have never been here before. I wonder what you would like to hear from me, or to listen to music and enjoy dancing."

Zhao Xiaoqian was a little nervous. It was his first time in a brothel and he didn't understand the procedures there, so he couldn't help but feel a little timid.

Then, feeling the weight of the gold in his arms, Zhao Xiaoqian smiled confidently.

"First prepare a table of good wine and food, then ask the girl to sing a song." Zhao Xiaoqian replied.

There was no mention of any courtesan. Zhao Xiaoqian knew very well that the so-called courtesan was actually a bottomless den of money. Even if you spent money, you might not be able to sleep with the woman. His father was a negative example.

"Sir, do you have any familiar ladies?"

"No, call a few more so I can take a look first." Zhao Xiaoqian said calmly.

The receptionist smiled and led him to an elegant pavilion upstairs, then excused himself. Not long after, several maids entered the pavilion carrying wine and food, followed by a fragrant breeze and a group of beautiful women lining up to enter.

Zhao Xiaoqian was cheered up, this tastes right!
It’s that damn nostalgia for the past life again!

Six or seven girls came in and looked at Zhao Xiaoqian's young and noble appearance, and they all smiled with their hands covering their mouths.

Next, one girl after another came forward to introduce themselves.

"I'm Zhenzhen."

"I'm Lianlian."

"I'm Ai Ai."

“Uh, it’s Wang Gang!”

Zhao Xiaoqian frowned, looking a little disappointed.

How should I put it? They are not as stunningly beautiful as I imagined. These girls in front of me are still pretty, most of them are above average. If I were to give them a score, the average score would be around 60 or 70.

Wang Gang is more outstanding, she is seventy-five.

It would be a bit humiliating to give my virginity to them. Men also need a high-end sense of ritual.

"Change a batch!" Zhao Xiaoqian waved his hand decisively.

Soon another group came in, and another group came in, but they were still not satisfied.

Not only Zhao Xiaoqian's face turned black, but the receptionist's face also turned black.

This guy must have been sent by a competitor to cause trouble.

Perhaps Zhao Xiaoqian's performance was too special, and the entire brothel was a little surprised.

In another elegant pavilion not far from Zhao Xiaoqian's elegant pavilion, a stunning woman holding a pipa was lowering her head to stroke the pipa and tune the strings.

The maid ran to her excitedly and told her that a nobleman had come to the brothel, but his taste was very picky. He had changed three or four groups of girls but still hadn't found anyone he was satisfied with. The receptionist was almost crying.

The stunning woman looked calm and unmoved, with only a hint of contempt in her eyes.

"He's just a womanizer, very vulgar." The woman said calmly.

"I heard from the receptionist that this noble young man is of extraordinary status. Not only does he ride in a luxurious carriage, but he is also followed by many imperial guards. Why don't you go and get to know him? Maybe you can entrust him to a good family." The maid advised persistently.

The woman shook her head. "Now that I've fallen into prostitution, there's no good family I can trust to in my life. Even if I were redeemed, I'd just be a plaything for a powerful family. I...have long given up hope."

"My wife is the most beautiful woman in our building. If you redeem her, you can at least make her your concubine."

The courtesan smiled, but her attitude was firm: "You know my rules. No matter who he is, as long as he can write a poem that will be passed down through the ages, as good as Liu Sanbian and Qin Shaoyou, then it will be fine. If he can't, then we are doomed to be separated. Why bother meeting each other?"

"Last year, a prince spent a thousand taels of silver here, and I didn't break the rules. You can see my determination."

The maid's shoulders slumped in frustration.

In Zhao Xiaoqian's elegant pavilion, after changing three or four batches, he felt a little embarrassed. He looked at the receptionist with sincere eyes and silently explained, "I was not sent by my competitors..."

The receptionist's expression became increasingly ugly.

Zhao Xiaoqian was filled with disappointment and really didn't want to choose anymore. It was his first time visiting a brothel and this was the result.

I lowered my head and spread out my hands, feeling filled with bitterness.

Could it be that tonight... I can only rely on my wife on my left and concubine on my right?

(End of this chapter)