The prince is more stable

Chapter 58 A true friend is hard to find
Greedy for money, lustful, arrogant, extravagant, and dissolute, he loves laziness and hates work. He is just an ordinary person in this world.

To be honest, Zhao Xiaoqian felt that with his character, it was really unfair that God did not give him a system to make him lie down like a rich man.

Now, this young man who is greedy for money and lustful but does no harm to society just wants to find a woman and end his pure youth with a sense of ritual. Why is it so difficult?

Zhao Xiaoqian shook his head and sighed: "That's all. Never mind. I'll go find another one..."

After saying this, Zhao Xiaoqian stood up, but the receptionist stopped him.

The two looked at each other, Zhao Xiaoqian's face was full of disappointment, while the receptionist's face looked very ugly.

"Wait a minute, sir. Although Zuihuayin is not the best brothel in Bianjing, it is at least among the top three. It is my fault that you are so dissatisfied today." The receptionist bowed politely to apologize.

Zhao Xiaoqian raised his eyebrows: "So?"

I really hope that the receptionist will suddenly turn hostile and tell him in an arrogant tone that if he enters his door today, he can't leave without leaving some money.

Isn't it destined that I would show off now?

Putting aside your identity as the Crown Prince of Chu, how dare you blackmail the Imperial City Bureau for official business? I want to see how many heads you have.

However, Zhike gritted his teeth and looked hesitant, not seeming to want to blackmail.

He was the one who greeted guests at the door. Although his status was not high, equivalent to a later-day eunuch, his eyesight was absolutely vicious.

Zhao Xiaoqian got off the carriage, followed by a group of imperial guards. Zhao Xiaoqian himself was dressed luxuriously and had an extraordinary demeanor. The receptionist could tell at a glance that he was a young man of power and nobility, and his family background must be quite prominent.

Brothels are businesses run by wealthy people, and the owners of brothels are doing so for the purpose of making a profit.

If such a noble and powerful young man were to leave in disappointment today, the news that all the playboys in Bianjing City would spread the news that his brothel was full of ugly people would spread around tomorrow.

Family members, please be prepared and avoid the thunder...

For the sake of the brothel's business and her own livelihood, she must not let this noble man down today and must pull out her trump card.

"Please wait a moment, my dear. I will invite you to my most beloved wife. If you say anything false, you will turn around and leave. I will not stop you."

Zhao Xiaoqian frowned and was about to say something when the receptionist turned and left.

So Zhao Xiaoqian had no choice but to continue waiting patiently, feeling quite embarrassed.

Perhaps it was because he watched too much Tik Tok in his previous life, where the internet celebrities were more beautiful than each other, which led to his threshold for pursuing beauty becoming higher and higher. Ordinary women simply could not meet his aesthetic standards.

After a while, a sound of footsteps was heard outside the Accord.

The receptionist came in through the curtain, bowed politely and asked, "What kind of lady do you like, sir?"

"Here are those who are well-educated and well-mannered, those who are quiet and pretty, those who are multi-talented, and those who can offer witty advice to ease worries. My lord, you will like them..."

Zhao Xiaoqian coughed uncomfortably: "...slutty."

Receptionist: “…………”

Outside the elegant pavilion, the lone courtesan Jiang Miaoxian paused for breath, her pretty face quickly turned red, and her white and neat teeth made a clicking sound.

This, this... a shameless lecher!
The receptionist wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Sir, you are very interesting. The one I have invited for you is my most beautiful courtesan, Miss Jiang. She is now..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Xiaoqian frowned: "Oiran? No, no, let her go!"

Sighing, Zhao Xiaoqian said helplessly, "Forget it. Just find a girl who can play the piano. I don't care about her appearance. I'll have some food and wine, and let her play the piano next to me to make some noise. Is that okay?"

The receptionist racked his brains but never imagined that this noble man would actually reject the courtesan.

The courtesan never sees vulgar guests!

If it weren't for this noble young man's background and the personal invitation from the shopkeeper, how could an ordinary playboy without excellent poems have the chance to meet Miss Jiang?

As a result, this noble young man didn't want to see it. What was he thinking?

The receptionist naturally didn't know that Zhao Xiaoqian was allergic to the word "oiran" because his own father once spent a thousand strings of cash but still couldn't make an oiran fall to the ground. So he decided not to provoke such a bottomless pit.

Outside the curtain of the elegant pavilion, Jiang Miaoxian was so angry that her lungs were about to explode.

For someone like her, a courtesan, to be treated like a star and then scorned by others was a profound humiliation. Without waiting for the receptionist to come out, Jiang Miaoxian turned and left.

No matter how picky the young master's taste is, the receptionist must satisfy him today.

So he picked a lady with outstanding appearance and superb piano skills from hundreds of brothel girls and sent her to Zhao Xiaoqian's elegant pavilion.

The girl came in and bowed gracefully. Zhao Xiaoqian was busy eating and drinking, and took a break from his busy schedule to wave to her.

The girl did not dare to neglect him and asked softly, "May I know your name, sir? Is there any song you would like to hear?"

Zhao Xiaoqian said without even looking up, "Don't ask nonsense questions. My last name is Zhao. You can sing something more energetic. Hmm... Su Xueshi's "The Eastward Flowing River" is very suitable."

The girl asked him his surname, because she had been instructed by the receptionist to inquire about the young man's background indirectly.

Hearing that the man's surname was Zhao, the girl's heart skipped a beat and her expression became even more respectful. At the same time, she secretly admired the receptionist's keen eyesight.

The girl did not dare to delay and straightened the guqin. With a flick of her jade fingers, a passionate and powerful melody poured out from her fingers.

"The river flows eastward, the waves wash away all the heroes of the ages..." The girl opened her lips slightly, and Su Shi's Nian Nu Jiao, when sung by a woman, actually had a bit of heroic spirit.

Zhao Xiaoqian listened attentively and even slowed down his eating and drinking pace.

This was the first time he heard ancient people sing lyrics. The beauty of Song Dynasty lyrics can only be enhanced by the elegant charm when sung by beautiful women, which is beyond words.

No matter how immersed and emotionally devoted later generations are in reciting it, it always seems to lack some flavor.

When the song ends with "I pour a cup of wine to the moon on the river", the melodious sound of the piano is still echoing in the small room.

Zhao Xiaoqian was just about to ask the girl to sing "When Will the Bright Moon Rise" again, but he suddenly heard clapping and laughter coming from the elegant pavilion next door.

Then an old voice came from next door.

"I haven't heard of Nian Nu Jiao for many years. I never thought there was anyone in the world who still remembered my suffering brother. I wonder if you, the wise and virtuous gentleman who lives just across the wall, would be willing to come and see me so that I can meet a kindred spirit."

Zhao Xiaoqian looked up at the beams in astonishment: "What the hell?"

The person next door laughed loudly: "It's not a ghost, it's a person, an old man who is about to die and out of date."

The girl singing in the elegant pavilion covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled: "Mr. Zhao, the distinguished guest next door would like you to come over and see him. Would you be willing to do so?"

Zhao Xiaoqian sighed. The ancient people's elegance was really difficult to pronounce.

In the previous life, at a barbecue stall, two tables of strangers who liked each other could just greet each other with "What are you looking at?" and then they would sit together at one table and drink happily.

Now this is "wise gentleman" and "come and see you" and so on...

Elegant, so elegant that it is unbearable.

Zhao Xiaoqian, who had drunk a few glasses of wine, was not stingy. He smiled when he heard this, stood up, lifted the curtain, and walked into the elegant pavilion next door.

There were not many people in the elegant room next door. There was only an old man in his fifties and a stunning woman in plain clothes who were silently playing the piano.

Let’s not talk about the old man for now. The woman in plain clothes looked up and glared at him fiercely. She neither greeted him nor saluted him. After looking at him, she lowered her head and continued to play the piano, completely ignoring Zhao Xiaoqian.

Zhao Xiaoqian was completely confused. This woman seemed to be very resentful towards him. He had never even met her in person. What the hell had he done to provoke her?

The old man was dressed in a simple Confucian robe, his hair and beard were all white, and there was a hint of worry between his brows, but his expression was quite cheerful and his appearance was very decent, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and clear facial features, like a person with an upright character.

There was a pot of wine and some side dishes on the table in front of him. There were no guests, only him and the woman playing the piano.

Zhao Xiaoqian's first impression of the old man was that he immediately formed a definition in his mind.

This old man's purpose for coming to the brothel must be different from mine. He definitely didn't come here to lose his virginity. We have different ideals and cannot work together...

Seeing Zhao Xiaoqian come in, the old man stood up and walked forward with a long smile.

"What a noble and elegant young man! I, Su Zhe, am sorry to bother you."

(End of this chapter)