The emperor was still in charge, and he was hiding in peace and calm. The topics in the capital seemed to revolve around the emperor's grandson. The civil and military officials talked about the blessing of the great Zheng, surrendering the emperor's grandson, and the country's foundation was stable. What ordinary people were interested in was that the emperor's grandson was given out when he "washed the three" and gave out "slaundering the children's money", who got three or two more.

The Xiuzhenfang is in the upper left corner of the capital, but it is the place where the princes and nobles of the capital live. The former Wen Guogong Mansion, now the Wen Huahou Mansion, is located on the East Street. The emperor surrendered Duke Wen Guogong to Wen Huahou. Thoughts about his old love, Cheng Xi still lets all live in the old residence.

The passing of Duke Wen made the once glorious Marquis Cheng taste the warmth and warmth of human kindness. He was slapped in the face several times of trouble, making him realize that human kindness is there, and that his hometown marquis who presided over the throne could not eat in the capital. Wen Hua Hou Cheng Xi, who knew the situation, was no longer arrogant. He stayed in the mansion and listened to songs and dances, drank wine, enjoyed flowers and plants, and stung fish and insects, and lived a happy life.

Early in the morning, Yun Niang, the madam of Jin Meilou, came to the mansion to pay homage to Marquis Cheng. Jin Meilou is the property of the Cheng family. Yun Niang was once a singer at home and was very familiar with this luxurious house. She twisted her waist and followed the butler Cheng Yougui to Yuhua Hall. The corridor was still like a belt, and the scenery was still like a painting, but Yun Niang keenly sensed the atmosphere of decay. The flowers and plants around the corridor were listless, and dead leaves were falling on the corridor. Even the top of the rockery was decayed with the wind. The prince was gone, and the scenery of this mansion was no longer beautiful.

As a singer in the mansion, Yun Niang naturally could not escape Cheng Xiquan's claws. Yun Niang had a pitiful life and was sold to a brothel by her parents when she was young. After several twists and turns, she fell into Duke Wen's mansion. For Yun Niang, she had no choice but to live or die. The young Duke had to obey her body. Perhaps it was Qu Yi who catered to Cheng Xiquan's wish that Yun Niang was sent to Jin Meilou to manage the business. Yun Niang worked hard to do things. Jin Meilou ranked among the top ten brothels in the capital under her management, and was on par with Bedou Building, Manchunyuan, Dingfang Pavilion, Huancai Pavilion, etc. Every year, the September Courtesan meeting always had to return one or two flower names.

The courtesan's club seems to be just a competition for beauty, but in fact it is also a competition between the forces behind it. Asking famous scholars to compose lyrics and write songs for the girls in the building not only requires money but also face. Most of the rich guys who spent a lot of money to compete for the courtesan have different goals. After the death of Wen Guo, Jin Meilou's strength has been greatly reduced. No one has won the reputation of the flower for three consecutive years. Relying on Yun Niang's skillful management, Jin Meilou did not fall to the ranks of second-rate brothels.

Cheng Xiquan had a short beard, looking much more steady, and signaled Yun Niang to sit down aside. Yun Niang had a deep understanding of the once young master's perverse nature, and was worried about his body and half of his butt.

"Yun Niang, I came to you for the 16th day of the courtesan party. No one has won the nickname in our building for three years. How is this year?"

Yun Niang shivered in her heart and said with a charming smile on her face: "Mr. Marquis, I have been to Jiangnan for a few women in the past two years. I have been trained almost. This year, the courtesan will be expected to win one or two names and revitalize the reputation of Jin Meilou. But Marquis, you know that the courtesan has the skills behind it, and there is no good lyrics and music, and no mansion to support it. No matter how capable the girls are, it is useless."

Cheng Xiquan was a little dazed, Yun Niang replied timidly, straightening her upper body intentionally or unintentionally. The two peaks in the silk clothes seemed to break free from the constraints, and her lower abdomen became hot. I remembered the first time I had a good time with Yun Niang, my pink and white body was struggling under my body, and the sound of crying and crying.

The sound is heart-warming.

Seeing the Marquis' eyes falling on his chest, Yun Niang deliberately collapsed her body tightly, and her chest was trembling and breathtaking. Sure enough, seeing Cheng Xiquan swallowed. Yun Niang was secretly proud. If it weren't for this seductive skill, I could stand out from the singing girl and become the pussy of Jin Meilou.

Cheng Xiquan picked up the tea and took a sip, calming down. Yun Niang was a toy in her palm, so there was no need to rush, and she would stay after she finished her business.

"Yesterday, the Prince of Ningling Prince sent a post to send a post saying that the emperor's grandson came to celebrate the whole world, and this year's courtesan might as well be more lively to pray for the emperor's grandson. This year, unlike previous years, the prince said that not only the girls in the Beijing Tower were running for the courtesan, but he also sent posts to the singing and dancing teams in several nearby states, preparing for the six consecutive days from the 10th. The prince and I have a good relationship. I will talk to me in advance and ask Jin Meilou to prepare in advance."

The annual ceremony of the courtesan is a grand event for the brothels in Beijing. In fact, these famous brothels are organized to make the name of the girls in the building. The value of the girls who win the fame doubles. It is difficult to meet the crowd. There are never a shortage of rich customers in Beijing, and the more expensive it is, the more support it is. As for the leader of the flower, it depends on the girl's mood if he only gets married. The boss behind the brothels naturally make money every day and earns back whatever expenses. Occasionally, women in small brothels emerge, and the business of brothels is extremely popular. Therefore, in addition to the famous brothels, the small brothels in Beijing are also looking forward to this grand event.

When Yun Niang heard that she was going to do a big job for six days, she looked happy and looked like a flash of joy on her face. You can imagine how popular the building would be during this period. The money would really flow into a river and accumulate into a lake and a sea.

"Which girls have hope of winning this year?" Cheng Xiquan wandered among the flowers for two years, and was not familiar with the situation of brothel women.

Yun Niang smiled and said, "The Rongrong in our building is good at singing and dancing. Qiulan plays a good piano and is expected to win the fame. However, it is difficult to win the fame. The one who calls for the title this year is Miss Zhuxi of Dingfang Pavilion. This woman looks like a disaster. I heard that the grandson of Yuan Duke Li Jingxuan and the brother of the Crown Prince Yu Gongzi Xiong Yian were all fascinated by her. This time, someone would have spoken out to support her as a fame. There are also Chunniang from Huancai Pavilion and Ling'er from Bihonglou..."

There are talents in the country, and the playboys in the capital are the same. Cheng Xiquan sighed in his heart that he had been replaced by newcomers such as Li Jingxuan and Xiong Yian. He waved his hand to interrupt Yun Niang's words, and Cheng Xi said calmly: "This year's Courtesan Club, Jin Meilou must win the name of the flower name, otherwise the brand of Jin Meilou will be over. After spending money, I will earn back the silver and write some good lyrics to Li Cixian. The Courtesan Club will invite a few friends to support him, and say that he will use the silver to make a name for him."

Yun Niang smiled and said, "With this sentence from the Marquis, everything is done. However, Li Cixian is already confused and has not written lyrics with anyone for a long time. If he could invite Jiang Cixian..."

Seeing that Cheng Xiquan's face changed, Yun Niang quickly changed her words: "The most proud leader of the Ministry of Rites who write lyrics and music in Beijing is the second-class person in the subject. He sang the poems he wrote in the Chuan Palace everywhere. Fang Zhengshi is Rongrong's minister. I will definitely ask him to write a few songs for Rongrong."

"He deserves his money." Cheng Xiquan had heard of Fang Zhiyi's reputation and knew that this person was greedy for money and lustful.

"I don't want others to think they are so stingy that they can't bear to spend hundreds of taels of moist pens."

The Mansion of Wen Guogong covers an area of ​​100 acres, but it is not the largest house in Xiuzhenfang. The Prince's Mansion of Ningling County is three points larger than the Mansion of Wen Guogong. The buildings inside are even more exquisite. There is a thin lake in the back garden, which is manually excavated, which attracts the living water of Tanghe.

The lake is clear, with lotus bins and lotus leaves in the lake, rare birds play on the water, and golden carp swim in the water. A pleasure boat gently passes through the lake surface, ripples are rippled. The pleasure boat is a two-layer structure with gorgeous decorations, hanging with colorful lights, and surrounded by women holding silk and bamboo, singing slowly. The second floor of the pleasure boat is open with windows, and a few people listen to the small song and drink slowly. A fat man leans on the soft couch in the middle, closing his eyes, gently pressing his fingers against the edge of the couch and the sound of the piano, feeling at ease.

"Father, this time the courtesan will be organized. Will it cause any trouble? Those dogs in the Censorate want to bite people for nothing?" Shi Fanggui, the prince of Ningling County, put down the cup in his hand, turned around and asked the fat man on the soft couch, that this is the uncle who is today, Shi Qingguang, the prince of Ningling County.

"What is wrong? As long as the emperor and the prince is happy, the others will care what he does." Shi Qing didn't open his eyes and said in a whisper: "If we don't make any small mistakes often, how can we rest assured?"

"Grandpa, the last time the emperor's grandson 'was three', you were so generous. You only took 100,000 taels. You are reluctant to let your grandson want 2,000 taels. Isn't you turning your arms out?" Shi Fanggui's eldest son Shi Chonghao complained.

Shi Qingguang opened his eyes and glanced at Shi Chonghao, snorted coldly, "What do you know about the little baby? If the emperor is willing to accept it, grandpa would like to move the entire palace to him. Don't think that you and the emperor have the same surname as Shi, they are family, they are the emperor, and you are a minister. If you don't understand these rules, please send me to the fiefdom as soon as possible."

Shi Chonghao didn't dare to make a sound, picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all.

"I heard that the boy you drove away from the Li family has returned to Beijing again." Shi Qingguang asked Shi Fanggui.

Shi Fanggui replied: "Yes, Jiang Anyi, the young secretary of the Eastern Palace, went to the Li family to visit relatives and chose two subordinates to help with the miscellaneous items. Li Donghong was attracted by him and brought to Beijing again."

"Jiang Anyi? But the governor of Huazhou, he went to the East Palace to be the young secretary. Long live seriously regards the prince and tries hard to get people to the East Palace. That boy Shi Chongjie can't compare to that." Shi Qingguang closed his eyes and smiled gloatingly.

Shi Chonghao said hatefully: "Our man who drove out of Beijing didn't even dare to stop Li Mingxing. Then Jiang Anyi actually dared to take him back to Beijing. He is so brave. I will come to him tomorrow to settle the score."

"Bang", a slap sounded, Shi Chonghao covered his face and asked in surprise: "Dad, why are you hitting me?"

"Idiot, if you talk nonsense, you can go to the fief of Qizhou immediately." Shi Fanggui cursed: "If you make trouble, see who it is. The declining emperor of the Li family intends to suppress us and go with the flow. Jiang Anyi can also be provoked by you? When the prince came to Beijing, you didn't hear that you were greeting Changqiao? The prince's reputation has soared recently. This person is behind the scenes. What's the face of the prince? Besides, if you do it, just by dealing with him, I'm afraid that it will be you who will be dealt with in the end. I won't wipe your butt at that time."
Chapter completed!