Moreover, this world has martial arts skills, so acting out movies and TV shows about gods and immortals would be a piece of cake!
There's no need for wire work or anything like that in modern TV dramas anymore.
The more I think about finding a kindred spirit, the more excited I feel. This is really feasible and will definitely have a significant impact on ancient times. It might even lead to a new trend!
"My dear granddaughter Yinyin, do you have a fever? Why is your face so red all of a sudden?"
After Huang finished speaking, he followed Zhiyin's gaze and his face darkened when he saw the place of romance and pleasure.
"Ahem~ Well, my dear granddaughter, you're still young. Don't look at these filthy things; they're truly an insult to civility!"
Having said that, to Zhiyin's astonishment, he quickly ordered Ziyou to row to another place.
The three of them took a boat ride on the lake for a while and released some lanterns.
Huang Lao once again engaged in a verbal battle with the group of scholars, winning almost every time. He won a Nuo mask for each of them, including Yao Yulin.
After strolling around the night market for a while, they hurriedly returned to the Xiao residence.
For the next two days, Zhiyin was choosing shops. Originally, they only planned to open a dry pot restaurant and a milk tea shop.
But I had an idea yesterday that this era without television and novels is really boring.
So I thought of bringing all the novels and TV series I had read into my mind and turning them into stage plays for everyone to see.
So they decided to buy another shop to use as a theater.
But after two days of searching, we still haven't decided on the final location for the theater; neither location seems quite suitable.
On the contrary, it was because of the experience of opening a milk tea shop and a dry pot shop for the first time that I was able to succeed.
This time it was very easy; they quickly handed over all the tools needed to open the milk tea shop and dry pot shop to the blacksmith shop here to make them.
"My dear granddaughter, what kind of shop do you want to open? We'd love to give you some advice!"
As Old Huang watched his friend wander around the provincial capital, he couldn't help but scratch his head in exasperation.
"Sigh, it's kind of like a theatrical troupe performing on stage, but it's completely different!"
Zhiyin didn't quite know how to explain it, so he just walked along the road dejectedly and said casually.
If a location isn't chosen in advance and there isn't a suitable house, then these ideas will have to die in the womb!
For some reason, at this moment, Zhiyin has a feeling of dying before even starting a mission!
Just as Old Huang was completely baffled, Zhiyin's gaze fixed on a certain building, and suddenly she pointed at it, her eyes lighting up:
"This, this, this, an Accord? This is great, it looks grand and imposing, very suitable."
Zhiyin looked at the carved beams and painted pillars, the lush greenery, and the elegant, poetic, and literary-looking high-rise building in front of her, and decisively went inside.
"Oh, my dear granddaughter, this isn't a proper place. Let's go somewhere else."
Looking at the words "Elegant Pavilion" written above and the occasional man coming in and out, who looked constipated, Old Huang hurriedly and awkwardly stopped Zhiyin, muttering under his breath.
Looking closely, he could see that he was sweating profusely, which made him feel a little ashamed. He was also quite helpless as to why his confidante would be so curious about this.
Is this what they call the rebellious phase?
It's like his son sneaked off like that back then, and he ended up being dragged out by the back of the neck.
Thinking of his son crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, looking completely unseemly, he couldn't help but reminisce, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.
Actually, Huang Lao was probably too shy to speak, so his voice was as soft as a whisper, but his kindred spirits still heard it.
"It's alright, Grandpa Huang. Look, there are women going in. It's definitely not what you think. Besides, I went in to discuss business."
Zhiyin, both amused and exasperated, gestured for Old Huang to look to the side. When he saw that there were indeed women entering and leaving the private room, Old Huang finally relaxed.
"Cough, let's go..."
He coughed lightly twice, seemingly trying to cover up his earlier embarrassment.
Having said that, he went inside first, looking like a guilty thief.
Zhiyin smiled helplessly and followed.
Upon entering, one is greeted by an exceptionally spacious and bright hall, with four rooms on each side.
The room was filled with the melodious strains of piano music and the sounds of quiet conversation.
There is a staircase at the front of the hall, and a red step mat is laid on the top of the staircase.
The upstairs area was not noisy at all; on the contrary, it was exceptionally quiet, with only the melodious sounds of a piano and flute, as sweet as bells, reaching everyone's ears.
Zhiyin looked up in the direction of the sound and saw the woman's graceful dance and movements, which were partially obscured by the curtain.
"Oh, three guests, is this your first time here? What would you like to drink? Would you like to sit in a private room? What would you like to order?"
Just as Zhiyin was wondering whether this building was a brothel, she suddenly heard a woman's excited voice.
She and the three of them followed the sound and saw a graceful woman slowly walking down the stairs.
The woman's face was heavily made up, she was incredibly beautiful, and she wore a simple ancient costume. Every smile and frown of hers was full of charm.
Her ancient costume flowed in the wind as she moved, making her look otherworldly!
The woman was filled with astonishment; she almost whistled. It was just too beautiful!
They say true beauty lies in the bone structure, not just the skin, and that perfectly describes her!
Judging from the faint wrinkles that were visible as she approached, she was no longer young, but she still had a very exotic charm.
If you look closely, you'll see that although she's smiling, her eyes are full of darkness, and even though her face is covered with rouge and powder, it still can't hide her haggard appearance.
"How was this ordered?"
Old Huang, accustomed to seeing beautiful women, didn't react much. He glanced around and saw that there weren't many guests in the building, and the smell of cosmetics wasn't too strong or unpleasant.
Instead, there was a refreshing bamboo scent, and although you could occasionally see exceptionally beautiful girls, each of them had their own unique characteristics, some plump and some slender, each with their own charm, and none of them actively approached you.
That piqued his interest, he asked curiously.
"This must be your first time here, sir? You must try our flower tea, it's the best in the whole country!"
As the woman finished speaking, she covered her mouth with her handkerchief and chuckled, her eyes filled with smugness and pride.
"Moreover, the girls here don't sell their bodies, they only sell their skills. They can tell you what you need. Our girls are proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and composition! They can resonate with you."
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