It is not easy to be a monk in the Tang Dynasty

In Zhang Yang's mind, a beautiful picture came to mind, a group of beauties dressed up and standing on the stage for people to be judged. , use your head harder,

"Definitely, I will definitely join you!"

Amid Wu Qingcheng's charming smile and Wan Xiang's defense against him, Zhang Yang turned around gracefully, waved his hand, and did not take away a crush.

When I came to the largest and most luxurious inn in Yangzhou, Zhang Yang stayed here. Although Zhang's family is in Yangzhou now, Zhang Yang didn't know the exact location, and he had to investigate carefully. He could only stay in the inn during this time.

However, Zhang Yang has never wronged his children, holding the money he blackmailed from Li Chengqian in his hand, Zhang Yang finally realized what it feels like to be a local tyrant, and it feels really good.

When the lights come on and the night falls, Yangzhou City enters the world of night. The lights decorate the city in an ambiguous and affectionate way, which attracts people's imagination.

Zhang Yang was dressed in a robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, and transformed into a romantic and talented man.This era is dominated by scholars, everything is inferior, only reading is high!Zhang Yang is still very inclined to dress up as a wit, he looks very connotative, he has always been a well-mannered person!This kind of attire can best highlight his temperament, and he will never admit that he did this to attract the attention of beauties, and to have a legend of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies.

Speaking of Yangzhou, people have to think of Yangzhou Shouma. Of course, it was a product of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but as the hometown of Fengyue, Yangzhou has always been sought after by the poets.

Tonight, Zhang Yang decided to take a historic step and go to the brothel!

He definitely didn't go there with an impure purpose. By the way, he did some small tricks. Young Master Zhang's pure heart has not been polluted by the world. He just went to appreciate the beauties to relax and cheer for Wu Qingcheng.

Zhang Yang was a little excited when he came to Qunfang Pavilion, the largest brothel in Yangzhou City. This was the first time he came to the red light district in two lifetimes. To be honest, he was a little nervous.

"Hey, this young man looks very naive. Come here for the first time. The girls in Qunfang Pavilion are all as beautiful as flowers. Mr. Bao is satisfied! Osmanthus, orchids, and chrysanthemums, come and greet this young man."

As soon as Zhang Yang walked in, before Zhang Yang had time to admire the place, a woman in her 40s came to greet him, took his arm, and introduced the girls in the building.

Presumably this aunt is the legendary bustard!Zhang Yang stared at her carefully. It was not like the shocking appearance of a face covered with foundation and a big black mole in the film and television works of later generations. On the contrary, although this woman is no longer young, she is still a young woman. The charm is still there, and I want to know how ugly a woman can be in a romantic place. If her appearance is really unappealing to the audience, then why come to pick up the guests, and how can she stay alone for a long time?

But no matter how old this aunt is, she was still taking advantage of him, Zhang Yang quickly pulled out his hand, he was not so heavy-handed, what kind of flirting with a woman who was older than his mother.

A layer of resentment flashed across the woman's face. After all, she is no longer young. Her time is gone forever, and now she is disliked by other young masters. For a woman, especially a woman who is in a romantic place , is indeed sad.

Regardless of what the bustard thought, Zhang Yang took out two silver coins and shook them at the bustard. Immediately, a chrysanthemum-like smile appeared on the bustard's face, and he quickly reached out to take it.

"Where is Miss Qingcheng?"

The place that Zhang Yang agreed with Wu Qingcheng was in Qunfang Pavilion, but Zhang Yang really didn't know where to find her in such a big place.

Hearing Zhang Yang's question, the old bustard's face turned cold. Wu Qingcheng is the hottest oiran in the capital, so anyone can see her, her attitude suddenly became much colder.

"Miss Qingcheng is a distinguished guest of our Qunfang Pavilion. It is inappropriate to come out to meet guests now. If you meet Miss Qingcheng, you can just wait in the lobby. Today there will be a performance by Miss Qingcheng."

After saying this, the bustard twisted her hips and walked away coquettishly to welcome the next distinguished guest.

After getting rid of several women who came to serve, Zhang Yang turned and walked towards the hall.

At this time, the place was already overcrowded, very noisy and crowded, Zhang Yang frowned, and walked to the second floor, there was no need for him to wrong himself now.

The second floor is the so-called VIP seat, which is specially prepared for guests with status and status or money. Sitting in the private room and drinking tea, Zhang Yang feels extremely comfortable.

At this time, it was time for the performance, and everyone's emotions were instantly high, especially when they heard that there was another oiran from Chang'an capital who was going to perform on stage this time. Everyone was looking forward to it, wondering how wonderful the oiran from Chang'an would be.

The trotters are usually the last to appear on the stage. As the finale, there is a group of unknown prostitutes in front of them who are trying their best to perform, and they are so boring. This level of singing and dancing can no longer arouse his interest. Compared with this kind of softness, it is just With a wave of his sleeves and a few rounds of dancing in place, Zhang Yang still prefers the kind of performance with a lot of movement or some novelty. Obviously, the performers on the stage cannot meet his requirements.

With a casual glance, his eyes suddenly froze.

In the corner of Zhang Yang's line of sight, a thin woman was sitting on the ground playing the piano. What Zhang Yang cared about was not how superb her piano skills were, but the woman's face.

The woman's face gave Zhang Yang a very familiar feeling, but he was certain that he had never seen her anywhere or anyone who looked like her.

So where did this eerily familiar feeling come from?

Zhang Yang has no intention of watching here, so he will go downstairs immediately, he wants to find out what's going on!

Seeing Zhang Yang coming down from upstairs with a bad expression, someone approached Zhang Yang immediately.

There are special guards in each brothel. They protect the normal operation of the brothel. The brothel is a place where it is easy to cause trouble. If you drink too much, which girl is dissatisfied, jealous with others, etc. Questions like these can lead to fights in the brothel, and at this time, a special guard is needed to stop it so as not to affect other guests and affect the brothel business.

"Guest officer, please stop, you can't get close there now!"

Zhang Yang came to the stage and was about to go up, when a man jumped out from his side and blocked his body with his hand.

"Step aside!"

Zhang Yang is not in the mood to talk nonsense with him now, his eyes are now full of the girl playing the piano on the stage.

"Young master, please go back, this is not a place where you can make trouble!"

The voice of the man is very tough. There must be a backer behind the brothel in this place and the scale is so large, and judging by the tough attitude of this man, it is obvious that their backer is not small, at least in this city of Yangzhou. have a say.

However, these are not the reasons that can stop Zhang Yang, he pulled his hands vigorously, and the man was pulled down by him, crying out in pain.