"This young master looks unfamiliar. Is he not a local?"
Jing Zhe was standing downstairs when a fragrant aroma wafted over.
He turned around and almost bumped into the person, so he took a step back and looked around.
The speaker was a woman who was not tall but had an unusually voluptuous figure. Jing Zhe was a head taller than her, and when his gaze swept down from above...
I only felt a burning sensation in my nose and a dry mouth.
Quickly look away and give an awkward laugh.
"Sister guessed right, I came from Pengzhou."
The woman's smile deepened upon hearing this. "No wonder! I was wondering when such a handsome young man appeared in Yongzhou City?"
As she spoke, the woman leaned closer, her eyes alluring, and breathed softly on Jing Zhe's neck.
"Since you've come to Chunshui Pavilion, young master, why don't you come upstairs with me for some tea and a little music?"
Seeing the woman's eyes sparkling with desire, Jing Zhe clicked his tongue in surprise. Going upstairs probably wasn't that simple, was it?
The woman seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and pressed her body against him again, her arms feeling very oppressive.
"If you'd like to do something else, that's fine too..."
"..."
Jing Zhe swallowed hard, reluctantly pulling his arm away from the woman, and said seriously, "Thank you for your kindness, sister, but I have no other hobbies besides poetry, so I can only apologize!"
As he spoke, he bowed to the woman.
The woman was somewhat unwilling, but she did not insist.
Although "Chunshuilou" was a brothel, it was not short of scholars who wrote lyrics and poems. She had seen many bookworms who had become stupid from reading too much.
Feeling it was a pity, the woman left with the final words, "If you are tired, young master, you may come upstairs to find me at any time. Just call me Sister Feng."
After saying that, she turned and went upstairs.
Sister Feng…
Jing Zhe wiped his sweat, feeling both puzzled and impressed.
Meanwhile, the simple-minded man next to him stared at him, still not understanding why the woman didn't come over to ask him anything while the two of them were standing there.
Although he wouldn't go up there...
Then, four or five different women, of varying shapes and sizes, came and said the same thing to Jing Zhe, but he rejected them all.
Finally, the simpleton couldn't help but ask.
Jing Zhe stared at him for a long time, then pointed to his own face.
"Being good-looking really does allow you to do whatever you want."
"..."
...
"To be able to remain untainted in this place of misty willows and smoke, young master, is truly admirable!"
At this moment, two young men who looked like scholars walked over. Judging from their attire, one was a young master and the other a servant.
Both of them had fairer skin than the average man, especially the young man with delicate features, whose handsome appearance was no less than that of Jing Zhe.
Her black hair was casually tied up with a ribbon, her eyes were like water, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her well-developed pectoral muscles, which could not be covered by her clothes, made even Jing Zhe admire her.
Seeing Jing Zhe's gaze fall on his chest, the fair-skinned young man blushed slightly and moved his body to the side.
Knowing he had been rude, Jing Zhe gave an embarrassed smile: "Not at all, not at all..."
"Young master, there's no need for modesty!"
The handsome young man cupped his hands in a gesture of respect and said with emotion, "I have been visiting Chunshui Pavilion for some time now, and I have noticed that all the men who come here are obsessed with women. Only you, sir, possess such noble character that I feel a deep connection with you and admire you greatly!"
"You flatter me, you flatter me... Actually, I just..."
"Young master, you needn't say anything, I understand!"
Before he could finish speaking, the young man with pink lips interrupted him, his eyes full of understanding and affection.
You don't know anything!
But Jing Zhe did not appreciate it.
Men are driven by basic human needs, such as food and sex.
As a man, he naturally wanted to eat as well, but his repeated rejections of those women weren't out of a sense of justice, but because…
poverty!
"Young master, we share the same interests. Why don't we find a quiet place and have a drink together?"
"No, I have other matters to attend to. If you really want to drink, please find someone else!"
Jing Zhe couldn't feel any affection for this man, especially one who was better looking than herself, and quickly rejected him.
The young man with fair skin was not discouraged. After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said, "I just heard you say that you only love poetry. Seeing your refined and elegant demeanor, I suppose your poetry must be excellent?"
"It's nothing special, just average."
"Young master is too modest! But coincidentally, I am quite accomplished in poetry. If you enjoy poetry..."
The young man with fair skin stepped forward and suggested, "We could find a quiet place where I can offer you some pointers!"
Jing Zhe took two steps back and glanced at him sideways.
He really wanted to say to this pretty young man: I'm male, but I like women!
Even if you're good-looking, I still don't want to be gay!
So he shrugged and said helplessly, "Okay, I'll stop pretending. I'm coming clean. I was indeed being modest."
"My poetry is unparalleled, and I consider myself invincible, so there's no need for you to offer me any guidance, young master! Also, please stop following me, okay? Goodbye! No, better yet, never see you again!"
After Jing Zhe finished speaking, he vanished, leaving only the young man with delicate features standing there, staring at his retreating figure, somewhat lost in thought.
"temple…"
The servant, who hadn't spoken until now, uttered a single word before being glared at by the handsome young master. He immediately changed his tune, saying, "Young master, there are so many people in this establishment, why did you choose him in particular?"
"I always felt this person was rather unique, and seemed to have no ulterior motives..."
"You have no requests?"
The servant tilted his head, then seemed to have thought of something, and covered his mouth with a laugh, "Hehe, but he seems quite afraid of the young master."
The young man bit his lip and softly uttered another sentence.
"Also because he's shameless!"
"..."
...
As the guzheng music ended, all the dancers on the second-floor platform who could have formed a group and debuted stepped down.
The graceful figure behind the curtain rose, bowed to the audience, and sat down in front of the guzheng. Through the hazy curtain, she appeared even more serene and beautiful.
Sure enough, as soon as she sat down, the lobby on the first floor erupted in excitement.
"Miss Wan'er!"
The cheers grew louder and louder.
The simple-minded man beside him stared at the crazed scholar, scratched his head, and asked, "Young master, what's wrong with them?"
Jing Zhe was also unaware of the situation, but he could roughly guess what it was.
Pointing to the curtain, he whispered, "If I'm not mistaken, the woman behind this curtain must be the top courtesan in this Spring Water Pavilion! Most of these scholars are here for her!"
Jing Zhe had never eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run.
Competition exists in every industry, and brothels are no exception.
What are the competitive advantages of brothels?
girl.
The core competitiveness of a brothel lies in its top courtesan.
In his time, it could be called an intellectual property (IP).
That's a powerful tool for attracting traffic!
Thinking this, Jing Zhe also began to look forward to the graceful figure behind the curtain, especially curious about his appearance—he must be on the same level as Lu Li to dare to call himself the top courtesan, right?
Oh, how could I have thought of that vixen?
Jing Zhe shook his head, finding it unbelievable.
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