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Chapter 3 Customs and Traditions

I drank with the strategists until late at night. Chen Zi'ang returned to his tent. Although the wooden couch was simple, I didn't know what kind of wood it was made of. I could smell a faint fragrance when I lay on it. The fragrance had a magical concentrating effect. Chen Zi'ang fell asleep soon.

After all the counselors left, Cao Cao's originally hazy eyes became clear. He got up and walked a few steps before writing a letter at his desk, calling the guards outside the door and said, "Send this letter to Lord Xun Yu."

The next morning, Cao Cao called Chen Zi'ang to his account, "Zi'ang, what do you need?"

Chen Zi'ang knew that Boss Cao was going to pay for his business trip, but he didn't dare to have a bad idea in front of such a living king of hell, so he honestly said, "A fast horse is enough." Because of the setting, Chen Zi'ang still has many "Wuzhu coins" on him, which is a square hole in the middle of a round hole, which is equivalent to that of a modern Grandpa Mao.

Cao Cao nodded secretly and ordered the soldiers to lead a good horse. Chen Zi'ang sat on it and said, "Lord, wait for my good news." Then he rode his horse and left the barracks.

It is worthy of being a system! Chen Zi'ang secretly admired himself, but he didn't expect that he would learn equestrian automatically when he came to the Three Kingdoms. He had never even been on the horse's back once before.

Along the way, Chen Zi'ang admired the scenery along the way. Everything on the road was fresh for Chen Zi'ang. He did not rush to rush, but stopped and stopped like a quick walk. Finally, he arrived at the city where he was - the previous city before evening.

After all, it is not possible to reach Yecheng in one day, and it takes two days no matter how much. Chen Zi'ang didn't want to waste all his time on the road. After all, when he came to the legendary Three Kingdoms, he had to enjoy the local customs and cultures no matter how he said.

So after Chen Zi'ang entered the city, he ate some food and came to Baihuafang, the most lit place in the city. Although the name is elegant, it is a place of fireworks. To be more popular, it is a brothel...

In real life, Chen Zi'ang has never been to the bar, let alone the red light district. It's not because he doesn't want to go, but because he doesn't have money... In this world, Chen Zi'ang has a lot of money, so he doesn't need to consider the money at all.

"This is the brothel in ancient times." Chen Zi'ang stood outside the Baihua Building with his horse. Before he could enter the building, he could smell the strong aroma of rouge in the air, and the bleak sound of the piano came from his ears.

"Young Master, please come in quickly." The madam saw at a glance that Chen Zi'ang was wearing silk clothes and was holding a horse. A horse was very valuable in ancient times. At first glance, it was the young master of a rich family, so he hurriedly stepped forward and greeted.

Chen Zi'ang nodded and handed the horse to the servant. Generally, there will be a special horse shed for guests to rest in such places. After touching the bulging wallet on his chest, Chen Zi'ang walked in confidently.

"Is this the first time I'm here?" The experienced madam saw at a glance that Chen Zi'ang was still a little restrained, so she asked with a smile.

"Yes," Chen Zi'ang nodded embarrassedly.

The madam covered her mouth and laughed twice and said, "Young master, don't be restrained. You will be familiar with me after two years." As she said that, she leaned her body against Chen Zi'ang, and her eyebrows and eyes conveyed her feelings.

Chen Zi'ang shivered. The madam was at least in her fifties. The thick layer of powder on her face could make a cake. No matter how hungry she was, she couldn't take advantage of it. She quickly pushed the madam away and said, "I'll go up and go around."

The madam laughed and turned around and returned to the door.

Walking up the stairs, two young women who were looking for a little makeup at the entrance of the stairs bowed slightly and said, "Welcome Young Master" Chen Zi'ang couldn't help but sigh that it turned out that the modern welcome lady was passed down from this place.

Chen Zi'ang nodded and walked in. The two women blushed after seeing each other. Chen Zi'ang discovered the shame of the two women but did not point it out. He was still very confident about his appearance, otherwise he would not have been attracted by the class beauty Sheffield. Thinking of Sheffield, Chen Zi'ang couldn't help but shake his head, and he must indulge in tonight. If possible, he would have broken the body of a boy of twenty years!

The Baihuafang is divided into two floors. The first floor is the most ordinary woman in the world. As long as you are willing to spend money, you can enjoy a moment of spring night. Of course, the more money you spend, the higher the quality of the woman, but no matter how high it is, it is that way. The second floor is different. The women on the second floor are the best, no matter how bad the appearance is, they are on the first floor. Not only that, they have their own strengths in asking for chess, calligraphy and painting. The guests have to win the girl's favor with their literary talent to be able to return with their beauties, otherwise it would be useless to spend more money.

However, if you are attracted by a woman on the second floor, you can just hehe without spending a penny. There is no saying that "If you don't pay, you won't be considered prostitutes." So in order to maintain your Qinglian style, Chen Zi'ang decided to go to the second floor and wait for the girl to choose. After all, if you don't pay, you won't be considered prostitutes...

Chen Zi'ang walked to a woman holding a jade-like swaying music. Her skin was as thick as jade, her spirit was as bright as orchid, and her hair was casually hung behind her head and hung to her waist. She was wearing an orchid pleated skirt, but her face was not covered with pink, but her appearance was the most prosperous among the women on the second floor, as if she was completely natural.

When she came, people had already sat on the chairs in front of the woman, and many people stood and listened to her playing the song. Of course, she was several meters away from these people, and a yellow satin was used as the dividing line in the middle.

After playing the song, the woman put down her jade Xiao and opened her red lips lightly. "I wonder if the song played by Qiaoqiao can enter your ears?"

"It's definitely in the ear. If anyone says it doesn't, it must be that there's something wrong with the ear!"

"It's simply a fairy music!"

"If anyone says that Miss Qiaoqiao doesn't sound good, I'll pull his ears off!"

Qiaoqiao lowered her head and smiled shyly, which made everyone's eyes look straight. Chen Zi'ang felt that although she was not as exaggerated as they said, it was indeed pleasant to hear. However, what was more wonderful than the song was her people, especially the cherry mouth that was blowing. Tsk tsk, Chen Zi'ang couldn't help but think about it.

"Today's question is," she said, and stood up and opened a scroll of books, which read "Smoke locks the willows in the pond". Those who answered the questions correctly may have spent the spring night with Li Qiaoqiao.

Several people sitting in literati dressed up were particularly excited to see this poem. They thought that Li Qiaoqiao had been to Baihuafang for a month, but the poems she published every day were extremely complicated and difficult to pronounce. No one had met for a month. If he met, wouldn’t he be the first? This sentence tonight was so simple, with only five short words.

"Snow-building the roof"

"Flowers are fascinated by the eyes of the world"

"The Eagle Crystals in February" several talented scholars quickly expressed their answers, but none of them satisfied Li Qiaoqiao. She just smiled and shook her head.

A talented man thought for a long time and finally woke up and said, "This poem is so mysterious. The smoke locks the willows in the pond correspond to gold, wood, water, fire and earth. Miss Qiaoqiao's talent is really admirable."

The others were stunned. They thought that the poem had only five words and was very simple, but they didn't expect that there was such mystery in it.

Chen Zi'ang smiled knowingly, but he didn't expect to hear this poem here. If you don't pretend to be b, then when will you wait? "Borrow, borrow" he pushed away the person blocking in front of him and came to Li Qiaoqiao.

Li Qiaoqiao asked with a polite smile, "I wonder if the young master has a good match?"

"You can't match it, you can only be considered a match. The girl's willows are smoke locked in the pond?" Chen Ziang asked.

"It's exactly" Li Qiaoqiao nodded and responded.

"Miss comes out of smoke and locks the willows in the pond, and I will burn the Jinjiang River embankment to the peach blossoms!"

Li Qiaoqiao opened her mouth and was a little unbelievable. The other talents could not help but admire the Tao Qiang Jinjiang Dike, both the artistic conception and the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, which are matched, which is a rare and excellent match.
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