Zongwu: Eavesdropping on the inner voices, the female warriors have become strange

After the waiter left, Chen Liu took out ten taels of silver and three or four taels of loose change. After thinking for a while, he took out ten taels of gold in case of emergency, and then went out to the brothel.

As soon as Chen Liu walked out of the inn, a carriage followed him from a distance. After Chen Liu entered the brothel, Huang Rong in the carriage complained: "See, I told you, he would definitely go to the brothel."

"Fortunately, I made preparations in advance." Huang Rong said with some pride.

Guo Xiang was eager to try, but Guo Fu was a little hesitant. "Sister Rong'er, we are women after all. Isn't it inappropriate to enter a brothel?"

"What are you afraid of? Aren't we dressed as men now? How could anyone tell?" Huang Rong, Guo Fu, and Guo Xiang were all dressed like gentlemen. Aside from Guo Fu, Huang Rong and Guo Xiang were still quite young, not yet fully grown, their tender years barely beginning to show. Without paying close attention, it was hard to tell they were women. Guo Fu, to conceal her true identity, had also wrapped her chest with a long strip of cloth, which was so tight that it was almost suffocating and extremely uncomfortable.

Brothels can be divided into three levels. The lowest level is the brothel, also known as the brothel, which was the lowest form of entertainment in ancient times. The women who worked there were not particularly beautiful, but were entangled in trouble. They were just trying to make a living by wasting their youth, and their fate was generally not good.

The middle-class entertainment venues were the brothels of the middle class. Unlike the prostitutes in the brothels, the girls there were good at singing and dancing, and were not only charming but also chaste.

The most exclusive of these were, of course, the renowned brothels, also known as Qinlou and Chuguan. These elegant buildings, painted in blue brick and red lacquer, exuded a sense of grandeur. Entering a brothel was like stepping into a dreamland, a scene filled with dazzling beauties. The women in these brothels were not only breathtakingly beautiful but also possessed exceptional talent and sophistication, becoming the embodiment of ancient culture and art. Consequently, the majority of those who could frequent brothels were prominent figures of the time, scholars of poetry, and high-ranking officials.

Besides often courteously entertaining scholars and literati, brothels also served as social venues for the wealthy. Imperial generals, prominent families, and other high-ranking individuals would frequently host banquets, entertain guests, and discuss matters of the world. They also attracted leading artists, musicians, and poets. Guests could enjoy quyi performances and exchange refined cultural insights with talented women. Even royal relatives and princesses would visit brothels, veiled.

In the prosperous brothels, the prostitutes were clearly divided into different classes. At the bottom were the low-class prostitutes, most of whom were forced into prostitution by life or trafficked by rogues and thugs. These people could only accept the cheap sale of their bodies in the brothels and allow themselves to be abused and insulted by customers.

Above the lower-class prostitutes were the singing and dancing girls. They were taken in by brothels from a young age, taught by renowned teachers, and learned singing, dancing, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, becoming quite skilled. Guests could not only enjoy themselves but also enjoy their singing and dancing performances, finding a refined pleasure in them.

As for the truly valuable resources of the brothels, they were the renowned courtesans of both talent and beauty. Not only were they incredibly beautiful, but they were also proficient in poetry, song, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Many were even well-versed in astronomy, geography, and the theory of yin and yang.

This kind of high-end brothel is not the kind of brothel in movies and TV shows where anyone can enter. To enter a brothel, you not only need sufficient wealth, but also must have considerable cultural accomplishments and talent. If you enter a brothel, no matter how rich you are or how high your official position is, if you lack cultural accomplishments, you will be looked down upon by the prostitutes.

Chen Liu entered one of the most upscale brothels in Xiangyang City.

Chapter 63 Jade Incense Burner

"Sir, I call Xiang'e. Is this your first time visiting our building?"

Brothels weren't like the ones in movies and TV shows. You wouldn't hear things like "The girls are here to pick you up" in a high-end brothel, and there wouldn't be a brothel madam to greet you. Brothel madams were like modern managers, usually appearing only when important people showed up, chatting briefly, and then leaving with a tactful look.

If you're a regular customer, there's nothing much to say. If you're new, there are two stages of identification. The first is a preliminary check based on the customer's attire and behavior, which is a real test of discernment. Once the brothel has a rough idea of ​​your background and financial resources, they'll assign a prostitute who doesn't have any other customers to guide you.

Of course, this doesn't mean the prostitute is assigned to you. They simply lead you into the brothel and, using the brief interaction, further ascertain the identities and wealth of these new customers, dividing them into different groups. High-ranking officials and sons of aristocratic families are one group, literati and scholars are another, and upstarts with wealth but no literary cultivation are yet another. They assign women to each client based on their circumstances, striving to ensure everyone's satisfaction. Of course, if you're satisfied with the prostitute assigned to you, you can keep them.

Although brothels are places of great wealth, they rarely take all the customers' money. This is to avoid trouble and to leave a way out for the customers to meet again later.

"It's indeed my first time here." Chen Liu nodded with a smile.

"Sir, do you want to enjoy singing and dancing, or do you need a girl to have tea with?"

"Let's enjoy the singing and dancing first."

"Do you need to arrange a young lady to accompany you, sir?"

"Can!"

"Sir, please come this way." Xiang'e led Chen Liu to the singing stage and asked softly, "Sir, do you have any hobbies?"

"Preferably a plumper one." Chen Liu looked up and down at Xiang'e, who was leading him, and said with a smile, "Well, preferably like you."

The literati and scholars of the Song Dynasty preferred pigeon milk, so now there is not much market for those with a plump figure. Of course, it is not absolute, it depends on personal preference.

Xiang'e lowered her head and smiled lightly, her eyes moving as she whispered, "If you like, sir, I can do the same."

"Good!" Xiang'e was a good-looking woman, considered to be of the highest quality, with a relatively voluptuous figure. She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, but because she lacked talent, was a bit old, and had no one to support her, she had not become a famous courtesan. However, with her beauty and talent, she would definitely be a star in modern times.

In those days, prostitutes generally began to receive clients at the age of thirteen, as most girls began to have their periods around that age, which marked their maturity. However, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old prostitute was too young for Chen Liu, as she was only in junior high school. In his era, having sex with such a prostitute would have been punishable by imprisonment, and Chen Liu simply couldn't get over the hurdle. And what was so interesting about a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl? She had no breasts, no buttocks, and was completely uninteresting.

The blue shirt Chen Liu wore was made while he was at the Zhennan Prince's Palace in Dali, using the same fabric and weaving techniques from the garment bureau. Not only was the material high-quality and the workmanship meticulous, but the jadeite hanging around his waist to hold the garment in place clearly proved to be expensive. Crucially, even if you had money, you couldn't afford it. That's why the brothel judged Chen Liu to be of high rank and financially well-off. Originally, the brothel had intended to assign Chen Liu a younger prostitute, but Chen Liu took one look at the seemingly flat girl. Though he didn't say anything, the disdain in his eyes was evident to the brothel staff. That's why Xiang'e was assigned to him as his guide.

The brothel Chen Liu entered was called Yuxiulou, and it also had famous prostitutes. However, to meet a famous prostitute, one needed not only sufficient talent and knowledge, but also a considerable amount of time. Whether or not one could ultimately win the prostitute's favor and spend a night with her depended on her mood. He had no idea how long Chen Liu could stay in Xiangyang, but he estimated it would not exceed two weeks. In that time, he could only have one or two tea parties with her, and meet her two or three times at most. After all, he was not the only one who wanted to meet with a famous prostitute for tea and conversation every day, so reservations were required. This amount of time was far from enough to win the favor of a beautiful woman.

Chen Liu had no interest in any famous prostitutes. He just wanted to see what the ancient brothels were like. If he liked her, it would not be impossible for him to spend a night with a prostitute.

Chen Liu and Xiang'e walked to the bottom of the stage and found an empty table with a good viewing position. After Xiang'e asked softly, he ordered some fruits, snacks and wine. While enjoying the singing and dancing on the stage, he chatted with Xiang'e in a low voice.

This is an ancient brothel. This dance troupe looks just like a modern girl group, except the dances performed by the girl groups in ancient brothels were more artistic, while the dances performed by modern girl groups are more enchanting.

Huang Rong, Guo Fu and Guo Xiang asked for a private room on the second floor of the singing stage. Listening to Chen Liu's inner voice as he gently hugged Xiang'e's slender waist and whispered softly to her, they couldn't help but curse him in their hearts as a pervert.

"Sir, if you like watching singing and dancing, my singing and dancing are also good. Would you like me to dance alone for you to enjoy?" Xiang'e blew her breath as sweet as orchid and whispered softly in Chen Liu's ear.

Xiang'e's intention was obvious: she wanted to spend the night with Chen Liu. Chen Liu was not only tall and handsome, but also humorous and well-educated. He occasionally uttered a line or two of poetry, some of which Xiang'e had heard before, some of which she had not, which made Xiang'e feel a little happy. If Chen Liu didn't dislike young prostitutes, such a young man would not have been hers.

Chen Liu pondered for a long time. It wasn't that he disliked Xiang'e, but he was just thinking about whether he should stay overnight in this brothel.

"Can!"

After Chen Liu said "yes" and followed Xiang'e away, Huang Rong's face darkened. She cursed inwardly: "What a pervert!" She wanted to stop him, but she had nothing to do with Chen Liu now. What excuse could she use to stop him from having fun?

Following Xiang'e to her boudoir, she asked the brothel's maid to prepare a banquet. Xiang'e changed her clothes with the help of the maid, and then danced for Chen Liu to the maid's music. Although Xiang'e's singing and dancing were not as good as those of the famous courtesans, she was still quite good after all, having been trained since childhood.

After all, Chen Liu did not stay overnight in Yuxiu Tower. After Chen Liu left, Xiang'e stared at the poems Chen Liu left for her for a long time and couldn't help sighing.

Genglouzi·Jade Incense Burner:

The incense in the jade censer and the tears in the red candlelight shine partly upon the autumnal thoughts in the painted hall.

The sycamore tree and the rain in the middle of the night show the bitterness of separation and love.Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.

Chapter 64 Sisters Meet

Through casual conversation with Xiang'e, Chen Lou had already figured out that there was no Tang Dynasty in this Zongwu world. This was probably because the Tang Dynasty came after the Sui Dynasty. Without the Tang Dynasty, there was no need to worry about the borrowed Tang poems being lost.

Chen Liu probably would not come again in the future, so he left Xiang'e a Tang Dynasty poem by Wen Tingyun. These poems were free anyway, and he did not need to use Tang Dynasty poems to mix in the literary circle, so it would be a waste not to use it.

However, the cost of a night in a brothel is not cheap. Even if you don't stay overnight, the food and wine and listening to the singing and dancing alone will cost more than twenty taels, which is unaffordable for ordinary people.

"Did you go to a brothel last night?" Early the next morning, Huang Rong and Guo Fu and Guo Xiang came to the inn to find Chen Liu.

"Yeah!" Chen Liu glanced at Huang Rong, who had changed into her light yellow dress, and couldn't help but sigh that Huang Rong was indeed quite pretty. If he were to give her a score, her looks would be at least 95 out of 100. However, her figure was a bit disappointing, so it could only be 70 points at most, no more.

"You're still staying at the brothel?"

"Yes!"

"shameless."

Chen Liu rolled his eyes, not bothering to pay attention to Huang Rong. This girl was too smart, not his type. She was too scheming and possessive, even unable to get along with Guo Jing's fiancée, Hua Zheng. Chen Liu wanted to marry a few more beauties and find a few beautiful maids. He wouldn't give up so many beauties in the martial arts world just for Huang Rong. Besides, Huang Rong was just the beginning. Chen Liu glanced at Huang Rong's chest. She wasn't his type either.

Huang Rong quickly covered her chest, her face flushed red as she angrily asked, "Where are you looking?"

"You're just a washboard, not worth looking at."

"Washboard? I, I just haven't grown up yet."

"Ah, yes, yes!"

"Scum! Hooligan! Pervert!"

Huang Rong was enraged and started to hit Chen Liu, but Chen Liu stepped aside and dodged.

Huang Rong cried out in surprise and immediately attacked Chen Liu again with the Falling Flowers Sword Palm. Chen Liu did not fight back, but dodged with the Lingbo Weibu as if strolling in the fields, while carefully observing Huang Rong's Falling Flowers Sword Palm, but Huang Rong could not hit him at all.

"Why don't you fight back?" Huang Rong asked angrily.

"It's boring to fight with girls." Chen Liu said pretentiously.

But Chen Liu didn't think so. He thought to himself, "I only have Qinggong and Gongfa skills. My boxing and kicking skills are just the mediocre ones I learned from Zhong Ling. I still need to be able to beat you."

Huang Rong:......

Guo Fu and Guo Xiang: ...

Huang Rong was driven away by Chen Liu, much to Chen Liu's regret. He had been thinking about trying to learn Huang Rong's Falling Flower Sword Palm, one of Huang Yaoshi's most famous skills, and it would have been wonderful if he could have mastered it. However, Huang Rong left before the fight was over and didn't visit him for several days. Guo Xiang, however, visited Chen Liu almost daily, chatting with him, shopping with him, and introducing him to the scenic spots of Xiangyang. Chen Liu would occasionally share with Guo Xiang some of his experiences in Gusu, Jiangnan, and Dali.

While Chen Liu and Guo Xiang were strolling in Xiangyang, Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing, after more than two months of killing bandits, finally arrived at Leigushan and found the Deaf and Mute Valley.

As soon as they entered the valley, Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing met Wang Yuyan, Azhu and Abi who were practicing sword and boxing.

"Who are you?" Wang Yuyan asked in surprise when she saw Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing coming to the Deaf and Mute Valley.

"Who are you?" Mu Wanqing asked warily.

"My name is Wang Yuyan." Wang Yuyan said.

"Wang Yuyan?" Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, their faces looking a little strange.

"Do you know me?" Wang Yuyan was a little surprised.

"Yes, I know you. My name is Zhong Ling, and this is my sister Mu Wanqing. Brother Chen Liu once talked about you and Azhu. He said that you are half sisters with the same father." Zhong Ling said.

"We are your half-sisters?" Wang Yuyan and Ah Zhu couldn't help but exclaim. Ah Zhu already knew that she was Duan Zhengchun's biological daughter, but Wang Yuyan didn't know yet.

"Yes, this is what Brother Chenliu said. Can you hear it too?" Zhong Ling was outspoken and knew that Wang Yuyan and Azhu were their sisters. This was originally Chenliu's opportunity, but Wang Yuyan, Azhu and Abi appeared here, so she wondered whether Wang Yuyan, Azhu and Abi could also hear Chen Liu's voice.

"Can you hear it too?" Wang Yuyan asked.

After introductions, Wang Yuyan quickly became familiar with Ah Zhu and Ah Bi, and Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing. Wang Yuyan also learned that she was indeed Duan Zhengchun's illegitimate daughter, which made her unhappy. The title of princess certainly sounded noble, but a princess of a small kingdom wasn't necessarily comparable to the legitimate daughter of a powerful Song dynasty. When they ranked the daughters by age, Wang Yuyan was the oldest, almost eighteen. Next was Mu Wanqing, a few months younger, followed by Ah Zhu and Zhong Ling.

"Sister Yuyan, Sister Ah Zhu, isn't it rumored that you guys... hehe, did that? Why are you here?"

Speaking of this, Wang Yuyan's face turned dark.

"That's fake," Ah Zhu said. She then briefly told Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing about their story and their speculation.

"So that's how it is. No wonder that's the reason." Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing suddenly understood.

"Sister Wanqing, Sister Ling'er, what about you?" Wang Yuyan asked Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling.

"I was the first one to get to know Brother Chenliu," Zhong Ling said. "I met Brother Chenliu in Shicheng County and heard him asking about Wuliang Mountain in Dali. My home is in Wuliang Mountain, and I wanted to go home, so I followed him. Then I found that I could hear Brother Chenliu's inner thoughts... Then we went to the Langhuan Blessed Land in Wuliang Mountain..."

As Zhong Ling told Wang Yuyan and Azhu and Abi about her, Chen Liu and Mu Wanqing, and said that Chen Liu had cracked the Zhenlong chess game and was preparing to come to the Deaf and Mute Valley in Leigu Mountain to take away Wuyazi's seventy years of skills, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but smile with some pride.

Wang Yuyan was incredibly quick to grasp the essence of Wuyazi's martial arts. Within two months, she had mastered all of Wuyazi's martial arts, even learning the fine arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. The only things she lacked were probably medicine, divination, and so on. Wuyazi had nothing to teach, so what else could he do? He could pass on his skills. After passing on his skills, Wuyazi died. Before his death, he passed on his leader's ring to Wang Yuyan, who now served as the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Wang Yuyan stayed in the Deaf and Mute Valley to familiarize herself with the sudden surge of Qi, to help Wuyazi guard his spirit for three months, and to wait for Chen Liu. Otherwise, she would have gone to Xingxu Sea with Azhu and Abi to find Ding Chunqiu and Azi. Now that Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing had arrived, Wang Yuyan also knew that Chen Liu was coming to the Deaf and Mute Valley, and she was immediately more excited.

Wang Yuyan chuckled twice and said, "When he arrives at Wuliang Mountain and finds that my grandfather's seventy years of skills have become mine, I wonder what his expression will be."

Chapter 65 Bodhisattva Snake

It is still unknown what Chen Liu's expression would be if he knew that Wuyazi's seventy years of Beiming Qi power was intercepted by Wang Yuyan. He is still in Xiangyang.