This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

The Imperial Music Bureau.

Dawu Jingcheng Nightlife Center.

Zhang Ping'an and Zhou Weidong took off their night watchman uniforms, changed into ordinary long gowns, and tied their hair up with cloth strips, transforming into elegant gentlemen.

Of course, Zhang Ping'an is the young master. Zhou Weidong is the elegant lady.

As soon as he arrived at the door, looking at the endless stream of customers, Zhang Ping'an thought to himself: Goodness, this business is damn good!

Moreover, most of the people who can come here are either blessed or noble.

After all, this is the most high-end official chicken farm in the Great Wu Dynasty. Those who don't have money go to roadside brothels to catch wild chickens.

"Oh, what a handsome young man! Please, please come inside!"

The madam, still charming and attractive in her thirties, smiled warmly, her alluring peach blossom eyes blinking repeatedly at Zhang Ping'an.

Zhang Ping'an smiled calmly. After all, in his previous life, he was a guy who often patronized foot massage parlors, and he couldn't let these women in ancient times look down on him.

The two entered the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment venue) and glanced at the spacious hall.

"Peace, here."

Wang Qisheng, dressed in a scholar's robe, immediately stood up and waved to the two men.

Old Wang dressed very flamboyantly, like a scholar, but unfortunately his calloused hands betrayed him.

Zhang Pingan and his companion walked over.

After looking Old Wang up and down for a while, Zhang Ping'an suddenly asked with some curiosity, "Brother Wang, does your wife know you're dressed like this to come to the brothel?"

"Of course we can't let your sister-in-law know!" Old Wang rolled his eyes, then suddenly remembered something and immediately said with a serious face.

"Ping An, you absolutely mustn't go and tattle on me to your sister-in-law, or I'll turn on you."

Zhou Weidong sat down and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Ping An isn't that kind of person."

"Besides, you have leverage over him, so what are you afraid of?"

After Zhou Weidong finished speaking, he winked at Lao Wang.

Old Wang immediately smiled knowingly: "Yes, speaking of this, Ping An, as your older brother, I have to say something to you."

"Take my advice, brother. Women are far more beautiful than men."

"Moreover, the balance of Yin and Yang is beneficial for self-cultivation."

That expression practically told Zhang Ping'an not to like men.

Zhang Ping'an gave the two of them a strange look: "Wait, I mean, have you two misunderstood something?"

"I don't like men!"

"Alright, I understand that young people like to be thrilled. But after tonight, I promise you'll never sleep with a man again." Wang Qisheng said with a suggestive expression.

"That's right, tonight I'll definitely let you experience the pleasures of being a man," Zhou Weidong said from the side.

Damn it, these two must have misunderstood something.

Zhang Ping'an was too lazy to explain. He would let the facts speak for themselves and shut them up.

"Ping An, have you been here before?" Wang Qisheng asked with a mischievous grin.

The original owner of this body truly had no memory of places like the Jiaofangsi or Goulan.

Zhang Ping'an shook his head: "Are there any rules here?"

"Speaking of the rules for having tea, there are only two kinds. One is to stay overnight, and the other is to store dry and wet items."

"I understand staying overnight. But what about storing dry and wet items?" Zhang Ping'an became interested, acting quite professionally.

Wang Qisheng gestured with his eyes to the girl who was serving tea and water to the guests.

"Watch what that girl is doing."

"Serving tea to guests is called 'wet.' Setting out a plate of melon seeds and fruit is called 'dry.'"

"Usually using this method to entertain guests actually means that overnight stays are not accepted."

Zhou Weidong added, "It means that you eat and leave because the girl didn't like you."

Zhang Ping'an was greatly surprised: "The girls here can choose their customers?"

Wang Qisheng rolled his eyes at him: "How novel!"

"This is the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment district). A single tea session here costs ten taels of silver, and if you want to stay overnight, you have to pay an additional twenty taels. If you don't have money but still want to sleep with the girls, they definitely won't be happy."

"Moreover, the girls in the brothel are all proficient in playing various instruments and singing. Every day, customers line up, so naturally they have to choose customers who are pleasing to the eye."

Blanching! Isn't this price gouging?

Zhou Weidong then added, "However, only the Jiaofangsi (a type of entertainment venue) is like this; the lower-class brothels outside don't have as many rules."

"However, the girls' looks and talents are naturally far inferior to those of the Jiaofangsi (a type of entertainment venue)."

"In particular, there was a courtesan named Meixiang in the Jiaofangsi, who was a beauty of unparalleled grace and charm."

"If I could spend even one night with Miss Meixiang in this lifetime, I would be willing to give up ten years of my life."

Pah! You simp!

Zhang Ping'an despised Zhou Weidong's behavior of prioritizing his subordinates over his superiors.

However, Zhang Ping'an immediately remembered the courtesan named Mei Xiang.

To be able to make Zhou Weidong so infatuated, she must be at least on par with Lu Qingyin!

Suddenly, a commotion broke out outside.

"Excellent! Miss Meixiang will be choosing her patron tonight!"

"What! Didn't you say that Miss Meixiang wouldn't be staying overnight tonight? Why did you suddenly change your mind!"

"Sigh, if only I had prepared a good poem."

"I'm so angry! I wasn't prepared either. No way, I'm going to Wenxinlou right now to buy a poem about plum blossoms at a high price."

Listening to the discussions outside and the young men leaving from time to time, Zhang Ping'an looked at Old Wang with suspicion.

"Brother Wang, do we need to prepare poems for sleeping with the courtesan?"

Wang Qisheng shook his head: "Other courtesans don't do this, only this Miss Meixiang has this rule."

"It is said that this Miss Meixiang was originally the daughter of an official, proficient in all arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs. However, because her father committed a crime, the men in her family were beheaded, and the women were sent to the brothel."

"Because of her stunning beauty and exceptional talent, she became the most sought-after courtesan as soon as she entered the brothel."

"Later, because there were too many customers vying for Meixiang, fights often broke out, and several times people almost died."

"Leaving no other choice, Miss Meixiang established this rule: each time, she would only choose the person recognized by everyone present as the best in poetry to be her guest."

"Because Meixiang often compared herself to a plum blossom, those guests who wanted to become her lovers would rack their brains to prepare poems about plum blossoms to please her."

Snapped!

Zhang Ping'an suddenly stood up.

"Gentlemen, I suddenly remembered I have some things to attend to at home, so I must take my leave now."

It's just a poem about plum blossoms; he has several in his head. He'll definitely be able to sell them for a high price at Wenxin Tower tonight.

This kind of passive waiting behavior is nowhere near as appealing as making money!

Unfortunately, Wang Qisheng and Zhou Weidong suddenly pressed his shoulders down and made him sit down again.

"Ping An, don't make excuses. Even if the sky falls tonight, the two of us will hold it up."

Zhou Weidong said, "That's right, nothing is more important than straightening you out."

At this moment, a graceful young woman in her early twenties, wearing a semi-transparent pink gauze dress, placed a plate of fruit on the low table in front of the three of them.

Then, he poured a cup of tea for each of the three of them.

Wang Qisheng and Zhou Weidong's expressions immediately froze.

They handle both dry and wet items; in their jargon, they don't let people stay overnight.

Zhang Ping'an couldn't help but laugh and said, "Alright, my two brothers, can you let me go now?"

Wang Qisheng, unwilling to admit defeat, retorted, "Just you wait."

Then, he got up and caught up with the girl, muttering something to himself.

Zhang Ping'an only saw the girl turn around and look at him several times, her eyes becoming more and more tender, until they were almost drooling.