Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

"This matter has to start from Tianshui Hutong." The scholar smiled mysteriously, stroking his chin to whet everyone's appetite.

"Ah, Tianshui Hutong, that's the first-class selling gold cave in the capital!" The scholars were even more enthusiastic.

The so-called Tianshui Hutong is actually the largest red-light district in Beijing. There are about a hundred brothels and Chu houses, ranging from kiln sisters who can sleep for a night for 100 taels of silver to Qing Guan people who can meet only [-] taels of silver.

In and out, there are people who lead carts and sell oats, as well as elegant celebrities and high-ranking officials.This industry chain has from the lowest to the highest end.

It is the most romantic and prosperous place in the capital.

It is often said that if you have come to Beijing and have not walked around Tianshui Hutong, you have not been to Beijing.

There is another joke that goes like this. Once a garrison officer from Guizhou came to the capital to do business. After a day trip to Tianshui Hutong, he slapped the table and scolded his mother when he returned: Spicy next door, it really is at the feet of the emperor, even the porter who carries the sack. Eating braised pork, playing leaf cards, and prostitutes, life is better than that of Lao Tzu, is there any reason for it!

Su Mu also heard that Tianshui Hutong stopped. Isn't this place the area directly under the jurisdiction of Hu Shun's Baihu? What new poems and words did the birdman come up with?

The scholar was still playing tricks: "This matter has to start with Yan Niang."

"Yanniang, but the Yanniang who has become so popular in the whole capital recently?" All the scholars exclaimed at the same time: "I heard that this person has just come to Beijing from Jiangnan for less than half a month, and has taken the title of the chief oiran of the capital. The nobles in the capital are famous people who are famous in one side. Not to mention ordinary people, even a famous scholar like me, even if Jinshan Yinhai moves there, it may not be possible to meet him once."

"That's right, that's right." The scholar took a deep breath, and said, "It's that Yanniang who is both excellent in singing and dancing, and her reputation is often spread beyond the sky. Yangzhou is not very famous for being a member of Qingguan. After coming to the capital, for some reason, he persuaded Long Mingqing to write lyrics for him. Mr. Long's lyrics are naturally the best in the world. With his help, Yan It's hard for my mother not to be famous."

As he said that, he took a sip of water, his eyes were full of light: "So, every time Mr. Long writes a lyric, he will send it to Yanniang in Luoyi Hall. After she sings it, it will immediately cause a sensation in the whole capital, attracting other girls from the brothel. It has been sung one after another. Up to now, it can be said that everywhere there is a well, there are dragon songs, and there are women who sing Yan tune."

"In this way, relying on Mr. Long's two songs and lyrics, within half a month, Yan Niang forcibly took away the title of No. [-] Oiran in the capital from Wanhualou Yunqing."

"Xiao Ke is also lucky. I went to Yanniang's place with a senior scholar the day before yesterday, and saw Yanniang's singing and dancing. The song "Picking Mulberries" is mellow and singing, and the lyrics are beautiful. What's more rare is that Yanniang is petite and exquisite, three inches tall. The golden lotus stands on the jade plate on the table, dancing gracefully between the square inches, it is really the flying swallows alive..."

"What, Long Mingqing has a new word, read it quickly and listen to it."

"Yes, read it quickly, read it quickly."

Seeing everyone's eagerness, the scholar was even more proud, cleared his throat, and read the song "Plucking Mulberries" half-singing and half-reading.

Su Mu also pricked up his ears to listen, but was surprised.This Long Zai is really a master, but this poem is well written, and the words and sentences are also extremely beautiful.As for the artistic conception, anyway, Ming Dynasty poetry is like that, he can be regarded as a talent among dwarfs, and in this era, he is also quasi-first-rate.

Moreover, this poem seems a little ambiguous and beautiful.

After listening, all the scholars were still immersed in the beautiful words and sentences, and thought of the scene of the beautiful women dancing, all of them looked lewd and mimi.For a while, only the sound of people swallowing their saliva was heard in the teahouse.

Su Mu couldn't imagine dancing with little feet anyway, so he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" The group of scholars were interrupted from their reverie, and looked over angrily at the same time.

"Nothing, nothing!" Su Mu smiled and strode out.

What the scholar said just now, "Where there is well water, there are dragon words" echoed in my ears.

Isn't this a good opportunity to clear up my injustice?

Long Zai accused me of plagiarizing Song Ci and writing lyrics for brothel women to show off.

Alright, I'm going to have a challenge with you this time, whatever lyrics you compose, I'll use whatever lyrics to follow along and compose a song for you to compete with.Didn't you say I plagiarized? Then, you slipped out of the way.Ten poems and one hundred capitals will accompany you, let the world see where I, Su Mu, copied so many masterpieces.

Is it possible to rely on only one residual or orphan copy?

Alright, let's go to Wanhualou to find Yunqing, the former courtesan, and ask her to sing my Su Mu's lyrics, and compare with that little-footed old lady Yan Niang.

Thinking of Yanniang's little feet, Su Mu burst out laughing again.

Speaking of Little Feet, after traveling to the Ming Dynasty, he has seen quite a few of them, all of them are half-aged mistresses, or old rural women.Most of the young women are kept in deep boudoirs, but I have never seen them.

As for the women I know, Xiaodie is a servant, and she has to work every day, and it is inconvenient to bind her feet, so she is still a natural foot.

Hu Ying, the daughter of a military family, is also a wild girl, not so particular, her feet are at least 39 yards, bigger than men in the Ming Dynasty.

Su Mu recalled their size, and cried out how dangerous it is, there really is a small foot in the house, and it would be disgusting to expose the smelly and long foot wrap all day long!

Miss Wu...Su Mu's heart skipped a beat, he really didn't pay attention to this matter.

However, whether her feet are big or small, what does it matter to me?

After leaving the teahouse, Su Mu couldn't contain the excitement in his heart, and walked briskly along the way, and arrived at Tianshui Hutong in a short time.

At this time, it was only about ten o'clock in the morning Beijing time. Although the brothels and restaurants on both sides of the street were open, there was no one inside, and it seemed very quiet.

This is the first time Su Mu came to this kind of flower street and willow alley after crossing. There are too many brothels next to it. After searching for a long time, I can't find any land.

Just as he was about to ask a passerby to ask, he suddenly heard an angry shout: "Bold, do you know who we are, how dare you be so rude?"

The voice was very familiar, Su Mu was slightly stunned, and when he looked closely, he saw a lot of spectators around twenty meters in front of him.

A few Jinyifus in flying fish suits were standing in front of a brothel, confronting some thugs.

The leader is the big Hu Jinxue.

But seeing the big man Hu pressing the handle of the Xiuchun knife with his hand, his black face was flushed red, and the expression on his face was full of anger.

As for the brothel, there were a few thugs holding sticks to seal the gate.

A thug responded bitterly: "Hey, what a powerful official, isn't it just the Jinyiwei of Beizhen Fusi, you just came here?"

Su Mu came here earlier to return the money to Hu Baihu, but after hearing what the group of scholars said, he planned to find the curator named Yun Qing.

Since I met a big man on the way, I walked over.

In the crowd, Su Mu subconsciously glanced at the plaque of the brothel, but it was the three characters "Wanhualou".

I was instantly happy, but it was a coincidence.

Looking at the room in "Ten Thousand Flowers Building", Su Mu was surprised again: It's really big!

But you can see the majestic and majestic arches and eaves. You can tell that this is a top-notch clubhouse in the world just by looking at it.Without a status, even if you step in, you have to be a head shorter.

Hearing the brothel thugs ask, the big man was stunned: "How do you know that I just came here?"

"Haha!" Several thugs laughed wildly at the same time.

Laughing until Hu Jinxue was confused.

The thug in the lead laughed so hard that tears came out, and he kept waving his hands, as if chasing flies away: "Those who don't know are not guilty, get out!"

Su Mu was taken aback, a brothel thug actually talked to Jin Yiwei like this, this is too courageous, why is this unusual?

"What, say one more thing!" The big man roared and jumped up, "What a bird, what a bold man, isn't he afraid of death?"

Seeing that he was going to attack, all the thugs in "Wanhualou" gave a roar, and at the same time they lit up their weapons and clubs, and surrounded the big man and others in the middle.

Judging from their posture, it only takes one wrong sentence to beat them.

Su Mu was even more horrified. It's nothing more than these thugs not giving Jin Yiwei face. Those who can open a brothel in the capital probably have something to do with the officialdom.But if he dared to fight Jin Yiwei, his background would be formidable.

There is only Dongchang in the entire capital who can stand up to Jinyiwei.

No, eunuchs have plenty of ways to make money, so how could they open brothels.

Isn't this the Ming Dynasty version of "Ask how much you can worry, just like a group of eunuchs going to brothels"?

As for the high officials in the court, the civil servants all cherish feathers, and gentlemen don't talk about profit, so they probably wouldn't rely on it to make money.

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Strange to say, as soon as the brothel thugs unleashed their weapons, the complexions of the guards in brocade clothes behind the big man changed at the same time.Not only did they not step forward to help, some even took a step back.

One of them stepped forward and hugged the big man: "Brother Hu, please speak up if you have something to say, and speak up if you have something to say."

The big man was hugged by his subordinates, unable to get away for a while, he was furious: "What are you doing hugging me, hurry up and take these rogues down for me."

The man didn't let go, he just looked at the leader of the thugs and apologized with a smile: "Brother Guo, my brother Hu has just been in Beijing for less than a month, so I don't know what's going on here, please forgive me if I offend you. It's negotiable, it's all negotiable."

The thug smiled: "Third teacher, I see that you still know something, so tell me what's wrong."

Ask the third teacher to come and say a few words: "It's not an errand sent by my deputy Qianhu. It needs money to maintain law and order, clean the street, and so on. Your family will also pay some."

"Ha, ha, ha, it turns out that the protection fee is collected." The thug named Guo laughed three times, and suddenly turned down: "Do you want money, or what I said just now, get out!"

"What!" Hu Jinxue completely exploded this time, and threw the teacher and the third child to the ground as soon as he exerted his strength.