This censor can handle it, he really sprays when something happens

Chapter 81 The Eighth Prince, Princess Changning's Younger Brother

The Weeping Willow River is an inland river that runs through the entire Shengjing.

It is a diversion of the Jingjiang River, the mother river of Dazhou outside the city.

Because of the source, the river pours down like willows, which is very spectacular and beautiful.

Therefore, the branch of the Jingjiang River flowing into Shengjing City is called the Weeping Willow River.

On both sides of the Weeping Willow River, there are dozens of dance pavilions and singing houses all over the place.

This is the first choice for literati and wealthy children to play prostitutes and listen to music.

There are thousands of beauties in Fangxie Tower, known as Qunfang Zhengyan.

And because the girls in Fangxie Building are not only good-looking, they can also recite poems, sing and dance.

In addition, the behind-the-scenes boss of Fangxie Building is willing to spend money, often traveling tens of thousands of miles, spending huge sums of money, sending girls to Qingguo to learn dance and Yongguo to learn music.

Therefore, the business of Fangxie Building is getting better and better, and its style is getting higher and higher.

As early as ten years ago, it had already occupied half of the brothels in Shengjing.

Today there are musicians from Qing Dynasty performing, and literati and scholars from Shengjing even came here after hearing the news.

When Li Qing and Kong Dexiang arrived, Fangxie Building was already overcrowded.

"This building is magnificent."

Li Qing couldn't help admiring the twenty-foot-high Fangxie Tower with thirteen floors.

In this era, it is rare to see such a tall building among the people unless it is the attic of the imperial court.

As soon as the two of them walked to the door, a mid-mature woman greeted them with a burst of fragrance.

With a smile on her face, she said very enthusiastically: "Welcome to the two young masters, please invite the two young masters."

In order to distinguish the happy prostitutes from the women of good families, the local government expressly stipulates that the happy prostitutes can only wear purple soap shirts and horned crowns when they go out in public.

In order to avoid people's eyes when they go out, the Zizao shirt and horned crown have been gradually designed to be more and more dignified over the years.

As a result, instead of rejecting it, the guests liked it even more!
Although this woman is old, judging from her facial features and figure, she was a standard beauty when she was young.

And he speaks appropriately, unlike Li Qing's established concept of throwing himself into someone's arms enthusiastically as soon as he enters the door, or hugging the customer's arm close to his body and pulling him in.

After entering the door, it suddenly became clear.

The lobby on the first floor is much bigger than Li Qing imagined, and the decoration is splendid.

While conforming to the taste of literati, it also has a touch of sluggishness.

The first floor is hollowed out, as high as five feet, and it looks very empty.

In the center of the lobby, there is a huge stage.

Around the stage, there are rows of seats in an orderly manner.

At a glance, there are hundreds of them.

It was full of guests at this time.

The servants in gray clothes walked back and forth to serve the guests with food and wine.

The two are in the private seat, not as crowded as the first floor.

You can watch the performance on the stage from the best angle.

Li Qing and Kong Dexiang came a bit late, and the private seats had already been booked.

"Brother Li, Brother Kong, this way!"

But at this moment, on the private seat on the second floor, a familiar figure was waving to Li Qing and Kong Dexiang.

Li Qing and Kong Dexiang looked up, good guy, isn't this Li Qian, one of the ten supervisory censors at Yushitai!

Beside Li Qian, Li Can, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, was sitting.

"I didn't expect Li Qian to be here, Changqing, let's go."

Kong Dexiang walked to the second floor excitedly.

"Meet the two adults."

As the supervisory censor, Li Qian is the subordinate of Li Qing and Kong Dexiang.

There were so many people just now, it was hard for Li Qian to address them directly.

Now salute immediately and respectfully in private.

After meeting Li Qian, Li Qing and Li Can greeted each other.

"Well, Li Qian, I thought you were a rigid and stubborn scholar when we got along with Yu Shitai these days. I didn't expect you to be so kind, why didn't you say it earlier.

I'm also surprised that you're not the type to change into your regular uniform and run out as soon as you're on duty, why are you walking so fast today.It turned out to be here. "

Kong Dexiang slapped Li Qian's shoulder like a cattail fan, almost knocking him off the chair.

Li Qian smiled sheepishly, and said, "Brother Kong is from a family of literary sages, and he has some hobbies, so I can't discuss them with you.

But I would also like to thank my uncle, it wasn't because of my uncle's delay, I couldn't book this private room.

It happened that there were four private seats here, and I saw Brother Kong and Brother Li again, so I called you to come up. "

Li Qing and Kong Dexiang also bowed their hands together to thank Li Can.

"Hehe, my nephew insisted on pulling me here to open his eyes. He happened to have nothing to do, so he came to take a look."

Li Can looked embarrassed. As an official of the Ministry of Rites and the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, he unexpectedly appeared in such a place.

He was also bumped into by the juniors, which made him feel extremely embarrassed, as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

He gave Li Qian a hard look in the dark, and had made up his mind to hang up this rebellious nephew when he returned home.

"Brother Kong, do you know why Fangxie Building has to spend a lot of money to invite Yongguo musicians?"

Li Qian seemed to have sensed Li Can's gaze, quickly changed the subject, and said to Kong Dexiang in a slightly mysterious manner.

Kong Dexiang was taken aback, wasn't it just to further build his reputation and make money?
But since Li Qian asked this question, there may be something tricky in it.

"It is said that Fangxie Building will take this opportunity to select an oiran today.

If you think about it, Fangxie Building is known as Qianfang Jingyan, and everyone is talented and beautiful.

So much so that there has never been a real oiran.

The oirans selected from here are really talented and beautiful. "

Li Qian clicked his tongue, his face full of anticipation and yearning.

Several people chatted casually while drinking, waiting for the appearance of Qunfang and Yongguo Musician in Fangxielou.

At the same time, not far from the crowd, in the No. [-] private room of Tianzi in Fangxie Building.

Curly light smoke floats up, fragrant but not greasy.

This is a kind of agarwood from the Liuli Kingdom, which is invaluable. After smelling it, it makes people feel energetic and like falling into the clouds.

On the main seat of the private room, a noble young gentleman in brocade clothes coughed lightly.

He has a handsome face, rebellious eyes, but his face is very pale.

This person is the eighth prince of the dynasty who is a sibling of Princess Changning, and also the youngest and most beloved son of Emperor Tianfu.

"Your Highness, your yin is weak and your fire is strong, and your qi is deficient and sinking. You need to take good care of your body before you can smell this aloes."

Beside the Eighth Prince, an old man with a goatee persuaded him.

"My Highness likes the smell of this agarwood. If you don't smell it for a day, you will feel uncomfortable. You can find some good doctors to cure my highness's Yin deficiency and kidney deficiency." The Eighth Prince waved his hand and said impatiently .

The old man retreated in silence, if he continued to persuade, the domineering eighth prince would definitely go mad.

He sighed in his heart, feeling helpless towards the behavior of the Eighth Prince.

It has not been a year or two since Xunliang treated his yin deficiency and kidney deficiency, but no matter how good the doctor is, he can't help the patient's non-cooperation.

Since the age of 12, the eighth prince has been playing and singing every day, looking for all kinds of women in different ways every day, he is simply a demon in his eyes.

If it goes on like this, the body will not know how much it has lost, but it still enjoys it.

Which good doctor can cure him?

After the Eighth Prince took a deep breath of agarwood, he showed an extremely satisfied expression.

"Go and send a message to the bustard in Fangxie Building, no matter who captures the oiran today, he will honestly send it to His Highness.

The eight musicians from Yongguo were also good looking, so they sent them together.

Tonight, His Highness will be buried together. "

(End of this chapter)