Hidden in the court

Chapter 153 We are different

This place is indeed nice, but at this moment, the people who came in were indeed not idle at all. It turned out that they really came here to spend money, mainly to eat, drink and have fun.

Downstairs, colorful lanterns were hung high, shining on every face, revealing a slightly tipsy joy. In front of the door, charming prostitutes had already stood there, their silken clothes hanging low, their jewelry rings jingling, they smiled as they greeted and saw off guests, their voices soft and tender, singing like nightingales, fascinating.

As soon as the guests entered the brothel, the familiar madam came forward and said coquettishly: "It's been a long time, gentlemen. The elegant seats upstairs have been prepared with fine wine and delicious food." After saying this, she covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and led them up the stairs with a smile on her face.

Upstairs, the fragrance in the room was overwhelming, the sound of piano was melodious, the girls were playing the piano, dancing with their sleeves, or singing softly, each showing their talents. The guests leaned on the soft couch, ordered a song, poured wine and passed cups, and their eyes were intertwined with tenderness and sweetness with the girls.

At this time, perhaps a talented scholar would write a poem to give to the beauty; perhaps a businessman would be so generous that he would offer wine to seek a night of tenderness; or perhaps a knight would stroke his sword and sigh, pouring out his heart. In the brothel, everyone's thoughts slowly unfolded with the wine and the melody.

But there are still some fake Taoists and fake monks in this place. They are the people who made the most money today, naturally including the one who tricked Ji Mingshang in the Temple of the God of Wealth.

At this moment, Su Mengyang was staring at this man, but the situation was not optimistic.

Ji Mingshang was surrounded by flowers and couldn't get away. Su Mengyang was surrounded by several people, and even his vision was a little obstructed.

"Hey, little prince, you are still shy. Why don't you raise your eyes and look at us sisters~"

Su Mengyang could only say that he had nowhere to escape, he was shivering and felt chills all over.

After looking at the situation of the two people, Zhao Yao had no choice but to follow the fake monks to go up to the second floor. There was only one staircase in the middle leading to the third floor, and there were two people standing at the stairs.

There was definitely something wrong with the third floor. Fortunately, the fake monks only went to the second floor and then hugged the girl into the room.

I glanced around and saw that there were too many people around and it was impossible for me to stand outside and eavesdrop.

There should be a window outside, thinking this, he walked to the door.

"Sir, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Are you not having fun?"

"Go up to the hut."

Without staying for too long, he just found an excuse and walked out.

"Hey, the toilet is at the back..."

"Strange, this person is still so cold even though he has come to this place?"

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Seeing Lao Zhao go out, Ji Mingshang also started his plan.

"This place is great. They must have spent a lot of money to open the store."

Ji Mingshang asked casually.

The girls noticed it, and even the madam noticed it. The three looked noble, but one was shy and blushed. One seemed to have no interest, but this one was having a great time. Usually, people like him would be willing to spend money.

However, there are also people who want to take advantage of Su Mengyang.

The madam smiled and introduced happily: "Sir, you are too kind. Although this is not the most luxurious brothel, it is also well-known. We focus on the guests' experience and the girls' artistic accomplishment, not just the accumulation of gold and silver."

Ji Mingshang nodded, seeming to be quite satisfied with the answer. He looked around and saw that every detail was arranged elegantly and gracefully, which really made people feel comfortable.

"I heard that the girls here are not only talented, but also have their own characteristics?" Ji Mingshang continued to ask.

This statement is of course made up. It is asking which brothel does not have outstanding talents and each has its own characteristics. This is just a formula.

"That's right." The madam clapped her hands and praised, "The girls here are all carefully selected. Whether it's playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, dancing, or poetry, they all have their own unique qualities. Not only can they accompany guests to spend time, but they can also give inspiration in art."

When Ji Mingshang heard this, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes. Such a place must have other uses besides being a brothel.

"I wonder if you are interested in having a beautiful lady accompany you today, or if you have a girl you like?" the madam asked with a smile.

Ji Mingshang pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke: "I do have a few girls I like, but I came here today, in addition to having fun, I also have a favor to ask."

The madam was slightly startled, then remained calm: "Sir, please tell me. If it is possible, Wangchunlou will not refuse."

Ji Mingshang's eyes became deep, and he whispered, "To be honest, I have an ancient painting in my home, called "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost". I want to sell it, but I don't have a place to sell it and I can't find a good buyer. Mom, your place often receives dignitaries, celebrities and wealthy businessmen. I want to find a good buyer for my painting. I hope to use this precious place to gather some rich people and hold an auction. I can take 10% of the proceeds from the auction and give it to Wangchun Tower."

Of course there was no ancient painting, it was just that he happened to think of such a name and borrowed it. Afraid that she would not be fooled, Ji Mingshang also proposed to take a commission.

But what surprised him was that the old procuress did not doubt at all after hearing this, and even showed a look of surprise on her face.

"Sir, are you afraid of the "Spring Mountain Companion" by Tang Yin, Tang Bohu of the Ming Dynasty?"

"What the hell, is there really such a thing? Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

"Sir, we can help you with this, but you have to take a look at the painting first. Otherwise, people will say that Wangchunlou cheated the buyer."

"Okay, tomorrow I'll take out the painting and you can take a look at it first. As for today..."

Ji Mingshang tilted his head and looked at the girls beside him. With just one look, the madam understood.

"It's a deal. I will make sure you enjoy yourself today!"

Ji Mingshang showed a satisfied smile on his face, and then looked at Su Mengyang: "Thank you very much. There is one more thing, you see your girl is almost drowning my brother. Don't make things difficult for him, leave two people over there to serve, come to me."

Indeed, Su Mengyang was almost out of breath. As a pure native nerd, how could he have seen this? The girls kept calling him "brother" and he drank a glass of wine, feeling anxious. The more this happened, the more embarrassed he became.

"Save, save... me. I have no money. All the money is with my brother."

Su Mengyang's original intention was to let them know that he had no money, but unfortunately the next sentence he heard made him fall into deep confusion.

"Little brother, you are really good at joking. People like you are very popular in our industry. We are willing to serve you even if we have no money."

As Su Mengyang spoke, he felt several hands moving back and forth on his body, and the child was frightened so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"It's over, my innocence..."

Seeing this scene, even Ji Mingshang couldn't help but marvel at it. He was afraid that if he didn't save him, Su Mengyang would get the red envelope soon.