On the night of July 15th, Chang'an Avenue is shrouded in a strong smell of paper money, incense and candles, the usually bustling and lively streets are much quieter tonight, every household on both sides of the street is preparing for the sacrifice of the Midyear Festival, the richer people kill pigs and sheep, and the poorer people can't even kill a chicken, they will also put a bowl of the best rice at the moment, and offer a little heart to their children and grandchildren in front of the spiritual seat of their ancestors, praying that their ancestors will bless their children and grandchildren. Be cautious and chase away, and die like life.

This is not only a festival for ordinary people, but also a "Bon Festival" for Buddhism to surpass the souls of the dead, the ghost door is wide open, and the yin energy gathers.

However, there are always some places in Kyoto that are not closed, such as casinos and brothels.

In the middle of the most prosperous West Street, a very brightly decorated house is brightly lit, this courtyard is a three-story three-entry courtyard, with white walls and corridors, blue bricks and red paint, so not magnificent. There are two octagonal palace lamps hanging on the door of the house, and the silk yarn screen as thin as cicada wings is not embroidered with dragons and phoenixes or auspicious wishes, but embroidered with young women, with Ling Bo in their eyes, their lips like Danzhu, their skin like condensed fat, their eyebrows like ink drawings, or smiling lightly, or bowing their heads gently, plus these women are only wearing a layer of tulle, and their shirts are lightly untied.

Not to mention the men who walked through this house, but many women, looking at the graceful and graceful women on the swaying palace lamps, I am afraid that they can't help but fantasize about romantic excitement in their minds~ lingering feelings.

Here, it is the most wonderful gentle township in the world, the most famous brothel on Chang'an Street that gathers the world's top girls, the first square in the world, and the place where many men don't want to leave when they come.

If it were any other brothel, the bustard and the girl who had not taken customers for the time being would have stood on the street to solicit customers, but the bustard in the first square only needed to stay behind the counter and count the flowing silver, and the men in brocade clothes and gold, silver and jewelry would step into the threshold of the first square in an endless stream.

Because they all know that the girls in the first square will never let them down. All the girls here were sold here when they were a few years old, but it is not as long as there are girls who come to sell, the first square will be accepted, the first square only accepts the whole province without a scar, and the appearance of the mark, at first glance is a little girl with a beautiful embryo, and the bid is extremely high, generally such a little girl is sold to a rich family to be a slave, it is only one or twenty taels of silver, but the bid of the first square is one hundred taels of a girl. With such a high bid, those in Chang'an who can't afford to eat and are so poor that they sell their daughters always send their daughters to the first square first.

This one hundred taels is the first lesson taught to girls in the first workshop, never believe too much in any person in this world, a hundred taels can buy out your blood and kinship, but always believe in your beauty, even if you don't know anything, because of your beauty, you can be worth a hundred taels of silver, listen to the words of the first fang, and when you grow up one day, you will be worth a thousand gold.

It is with this vision that the girls in the first workshop learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, as well as various dances, of course, all kinds of ways to tease men, and kung fu in bed.

And when they grow up, they are indeed worth a thousand gold, and the first ~ night of these girls are sold for more than a thousand taels of silver.

Among these girls, there is a very special exception. A maid whose face is so ugly that she will always wear a veil.

"Little mosquito, warm another pot of wine for our young son Qiu." In a room in the middle of the third floor of the East Wing, a delicate woman's voice came out, which made people almost crispy to the bone.

In the room, the man called Qiu Gongzi was hugging a young woman of twenty-eight years old and said with a smile: "Yu'er, you are so charming and affectionate even when you call people, do you know that as long as I listen to you, the bones of my whole body can be crisped." ”

Although this person was called a son, he didn't look like a son at all, his body was round and fat, his face was full of meat, he laughed, he was obscene and obscene, and he was about thirty years old, and he had already passed the age of standing, but he was a big salt merchant in Chang'an, rich in the world, some were squandering silver, and he was born lustful, and even to the point that he was uncomfortable without a beautiful woman to serve him for a day, so he raised countless concubines at home, but he never married a lady who was satisfied with the Qiu family.

This Qiu Gongzi can't marry a daughter-in-law, he deserves it, his Qiu family relies on his family wealth, so he is bent on marrying the daughter of everyone's big family, the small merchant family, they don't look down on it, but the right family, but they all know the "famous" character of the Qiu family, and they also rely on their own wealth, not afraid of the Qiu family, or euphemistically or directly rejected the Qiu family's proposal.

The two old men of the Qiu family were so anxious for this son that they couldn't do it, but the son of the Qiu family didn't care at all, as long as there was flower wine to drink and a beautiful girl to sleep with, he felt that it didn't hurt if the sky fell.

In the man's arms, the woman called Yu'er was wearing a turquoise emerald cigarette shirt, saying that she was wearing it, it was actually like not wearing it, the clothes were scattered, the crisp ~ chest was half exposed, and the white and delicate neck was a little kiss mark.

She rolled her eyes, pretended to roll her eyes, her eyelids were light, and she looked at Qiu Gongzi and said: "Hey, I think every guest is the same as you, just listen to me, don't let me do anything, and give the same reward. ”

The woman's hand was teasing on the man's fat chest, as if she really thought of her own life experience, quite sad, and suddenly became a little angry, and shouted outside the door: "Little mosquito, let you warm a pot of wine with Qiu Gongzi again, do you hear?" ”

"Hey, I'll be right away." A female voice in the courtyard downstairs replied, listening to her voice, as if her vocal cords were leaking, hoarse and heavy not at all like a woman's voice, saying that it was a man's voice, it seemed a little flattering.

When Qiu Gongzi heard this voice, his brows furrowed, and he asked the jade girl in his arms, "Who is this maid?" Why is the sound so ugly? ”

Yu Niang smiled: "It's just a rough maid in the yard, what you want is the strength to work, and you don't want a good voice." Hey, speaking of which, I envy this girl, although she grew up in such a place, at least she still makes a clean living. ”

Qiu Gongzi listened to Yu Niang's words, saw the sad look in her eyes, and was teased by the mountain peak on her chest, he was already unbearable, and he couldn't wait to turn into a puddle of water with her, and put her tightly in his arms, his mouth was already kissing her indiscriminately, while shouting: "My heart, liver and flesh, you serve the master well, and the master will let you be Mrs. Qiu." ”

Under the toss of Qiu Gongzi, Yu Niang moaned softly for a while~ moaned, her voice was already good, and when she was emotional, it was even more sultry, which made the man's brain surnamed Qiu congested, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he untied his clothes and came to the woman's body.

At this moment, a little maid with a double hanging bun on her head and a white veil on her face came in with a pot of wine, which looked like the little mosquito who had promised Yu Niang in the yard just now. Although she knew that the room was full of spring, as if she didn't know anything, she put the wine on the stove to warm it, so that it could be withdrawn.

As he was retreating to the door, he suddenly heard the sound of tiles sliding on the roof, and even the man in the room also heard the sound on the roof, stopped moving, looked at the roof vigilantly and asked, "Who?" ”

The little mosquito heard Qiu Gongzi's question, stopped at the door, and also looked up at the two Ming tiles on the roof, glanced at it, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, smiled, and said to the house: "Go back to Gongzi, it's the slave family who came to deliver wine." The voice was still hoarse and heavy.

Although Qiu Gongzi felt that the voice of the little mosquito was 108,000 miles worse than that of the jade lady, but when he saw the little mosquito's bumpy figure, he didn't think that such a figure should be a maid at all, such a figure should not even be a woman in the world, only the fairy in the painting had such a figure, when he saw her delicate waist, he wanted to hold it in his hand and take a good look at it, plus the white gauze on the little mosquito's face, but it made him have a lot of mysterious conjectures about this maid.