Zuixianglou.
The night was enchanting, with two strings of lanterns gleaming beside the eaves. The three large characters on the plaque, written in a flamboyant style, "Drunken Village," marked the place as a haven of gentle pleasures. Women on the second and third floors stood by the beds, their smiles and coquettish voices spreading out, attracting men to spend lavishly there.
Soft piano music drifted from the private room upstairs. The piece was played exquisitely, making the dancing woman appear even more graceful.
No dish at the banquet could compare to that jar of Daughter's Red wine. A man in a green brocade robe held a wine cup, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
He leaned against a soft pillow, his gaze fixed on the dancing woman. The woman's thin gauze was as delicate as a cicada's wing, and her fair skin between her collarbones shone like jade in the candlelight, making one want to gently caress it.
What was most astonishing was her gaze, which seemed to pierce through the air and look straight at him. This dancer from the Drunken Village was indeed extraordinary; her eyes seemed to be able to captivate one's soul.
But none of this could move the man sitting in front of him. He simply drank his wine with an air of nonchalance, his gaze seemingly passing right through the dancer and looking at the cold wall opposite him.
"Sir, have another drink!" said a woman named Hongshao beside him in a coquettish tone.
He didn't speak, nor did he accept the drink.
On the other side, a woman named Lvfu also brought a cup of wine and leaned forward slightly against him. "Master, you haven't come for quite a while. Now that you're here, you must have a few more drinks with me today."
As she spoke, she poked Ninth Master's chest with her index finger, "We won't stop until we're drunk..."
Ninth Master grabbed her hand, turned his head and looked into her eyes. Her eyes sparkled, exuding charm.
But Ninth Master was as cold as ice. With a little effort, he threw the woman away.
The woman pouted, flicked her sleeves, and sat down sullenly to the side.
Seeing this, the woman on the other side smiled smugly, picked up a cup of wine and was about to offer it to Ninth Master, but accidentally spilled the wine on his clothes.
"Oh dear, it's all my fault, please forgive me, sir." She hurriedly tried to wipe the wine clean for him, her slender fingers reaching out, but this only angered Ninth Master more. "Get away!"
Although he usually has a bad temper, he has never been so unpleasant to be made happy as he is today.
But he was never short of money, and he always gave a lot of silver. None of the girls in the Drunken Village brothel dared to offend him.
The man who was drinking was none other than the Ninth Prince of the current dynasty.
This Drunken Village was the best brothel in the capital, catering exclusively to royalty and nobility. Because nobles had high standards for song and dance and were particularly picky about the women's appearance, although the Drunken Village was expensive, the women inside were all truly exceptional.
Furthermore, these people are not short of money at all; what they lack is fun.
"Sir, is it that the wine today doesn't suit your taste? Or do you not like the dancer?" The woman on the side said, sniffing, looking quite aggrieved.
Ninth Master curled his lips and said lightly, "The dance was not bad, but it was a pity that it lacked originality, like a wooden puppet."
Upon hearing this, the dancer's face turned pale, and her smile vanished.
She has danced in this brothel for so long, and no man has ever failed to fall at her feet.
But the person in front of her not only remained unmoved, but also found fault with her in every way.
She curled her lips into a faint smile and approached Ninth Master. Her fragrance was intoxicating. As her sleeves fluttered, Ninth Master took a deep breath, smiled, and suddenly discovered the pleasure in the moment.
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