The department is divided into a front hall, a middle courtyard and a back yard.

The front hall is a five-storey building in the shape of a hollow shape, and since it is an official entertainment venue, it is naturally a clear hierarchy, and the higher the floor, the more noble it is.

The atrium is a spacious hall with a huge stage for dance and music performances.

The middle courtyard is a place for popular prostitutes to receive distinguished guests alone, and they are all small courtyards of different styles.

The backyard is where the rest of the Workshop Division rests every day.

The Department of Teaching and Workshop was originally a department dedicated to playing music during celebrations or greeting VIPs, which was equivalent to the Central Song and Dance Troupe.

Later, it gradually evolved into a training institution for the women of the family to learn music, and the women of the family were designated as slaves, and the status of the Department of Teaching and Workshop changed.

Not only do women have to play music during celebrations, but they also often go to the eunuchs' homes to serve dances. Behind closed doors, the thing turned sour, and the kabuki became a courtesan.

In the end, it became even worse, and the Jiaofang Division had a default official prostitute business, and the geisha became an official prostitute.

The officials of Dayin, on the surface, admired the mountains and rivers on the stage, and talked about the spring and white snow. In private, I reminisced about the bright lights and the red candles.

When the door is open, you are looking for a soulmate, and when you close the door, you are ......

Uh, no, they don't even close the door now.

Ni Xiaoye stood on the fourth floor, looking at the men and women sitting in the atrium feeding wine, and the unclothed chasing frolicking upstairs.

Reaching out and grabbing it, a light yarn fell into his hand. A man and a woman, who had just been running drunk and running wildly, untied their clothes by the pillars on the cloister.

Rao is Ni Xiaoye is used to seeing the scene, and he has to sigh, you ancient people used to play so unrestrained.

Accompanied by the sound of En'en next to him, Ni Xiaoye handed the light yarn to Song Ze, who was already eager to dig a pit and bury himself at this time, and said with an innocent face: "Lord Song, it turns out that the Ministry of Rites is doing this." Got it! ”

"It's not!" Song Ze clenched his fists.

"Not your job? Could it be Lord Song's hobby? Ni Xiaoye looked curious.

"No, no." Lord Song wanted to cover his face.

"Lord Song seems to be a regular visitor, and last time Jiang Li said that he met you here. Lord Song is like this on weekdays? Ni Xiaoye's gaze cast towards the two who were moving as if no one was moving.

Song Ze hurriedly blocked her sight: "No! Absolutely nothing! It's too chaotic here, how about Master Xiao Ye follow me into the private room first? ”

"Private? Do you have more exciting ways to play behind closed doors? Ni Xiaoye looked Lord Song up and down seriously, with a face, "You are actually such a Song Ze."

Lord Song's heart was broken, he was not surprised by these scenes in the past, and the Teaching Workshop Division had always been like this, and he never took it to heart at all.

But today, Xiao Ye Guoshi came, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong!

His face was hot and painful. It's like being whipped naked under the sun, and so on, why did he think of the red stripes!

Hurriedly covered her forehead with one hand, and grabbed Ni Xiaoye's arm with the other, wanting to take her into the room.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two bangs!

There was a sudden silence in the entire Sect Division, followed by an exclamation.

Ni Xiaoye held on to the railing and looked into the atrium:

There were two white corpses lying on the ground, their brains bursting and a large pool of blood dripping from under them.

Leaning out and looking upstairs: it fell from the fifth floor.

Song Ze's eyes froze, and he pulled Ni Xiaoye to turn around and go downstairs.

Reaching out to sniff, dead, both dead.

Ni Xiaoye raised his head and moved his gaze to the fifth floor.

The man in a gorgeous costume, with an expressionless face, and his arm propped up on the railing to look down:

Three Princes! What the hell are you doing!

It was Zhang Shouhong who died on the ground!