The night cage long alley, Yongding County has no hustle and bustle of the day, rows of high eaves and low walls are quietly hidden in the night, and the bluestone road reflects the moonlight, flashes with silver light, and extends into the distance.

At the end of the alley, there is the brightly lit Autumn Moon Building.

This is a green building, and it is also the most lively place in Yongding County.

"Five taels of silver per person."

A young man stood in the doorway, expressionless, mechanically repeating the words that he had to repeat hundreds of times a day.

He was wearing a satin gown and belonged to the "welcome" of Qiuyue Tower.

It can be seen that like this kind of "high-end club", a welcome uniform is something that many ordinary people can't afford to wear in their lifetime.

This also just shows that the status of the first green building in the Shendu of Qiuyue Tower, although it is located in Yongding County, the outer city of the Shendu, is still a place that ordinary people cannot afford to consume.

And these five taels of silver are just the entrance fee, and other items inside need to be paid separately.

Ye Feng took out a few pieces of broken silver from his waist and handed them to the guy.

The guy weighed it for a while, and immediately changed his smiling face: "A few masters, please come inside~"

Ye Feng walked in, Wu Teng and Fan Ai followed closely behind.

The lights in the Qiuyue Building are brilliant, and the furnishings are extremely luxurious: sandalwood is the beam, crystal jade is the lamp, and pearl is the curtain.

Upstairs the ribbons float lightly, and downstairs sings and dances slowly. In my ears is the crisp laughter of a woman, and in front of me is the glasses of the drinkers, and the wisps of fragrance are scattered with the sound of the voice.

The first floor belongs to the Santai, and the guests are all individual customers. Here they drank and listened to music, and after a few hours they left on their own.

Above the second floor, it is a place to spend the night. There will also be a variety of literary and elegant activities held here from time to time, such as arcade poems, 100-character orders, flying flower orders, wine orders and so on.

Qinglou is different from Goolan and Jiaofangsi, and is a place with a very strong cultural atmosphere.

Many literati are frequent visitors here, such as Li Bai and Ouyang Xiu.

Du Mu has written poems for countless Qinglou women, and there are many excellent works that have been passed down through the ages.

There are also Liu Yong, Liu Sanchang, who stays in the Qinglou to eat and drink every day, and relies on the Qinglou women to sing songs to help promote their words, so as to increase their popularity and spread through the ages.

Qin Guan, one of the four scholars of Sumen, is also a place to linger in the wind and moon of singing at night when his career is not smooth, and he also uses the Qinglou as a study, and the chest and abdomen of the people as a case.

(Tut-tut, the ancients really knew how to play...... ）

In the long run, a unique "Qinglou culture" was born.

The women in the Qinglou are also divided into two categories, one is the Qing people who focus on piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and do not sell their bodies. One is the red people who focus on beauty and figure, and they also sell their art.

Wu Teng and Fan Ai didn't have any ink in their stomachs, they weren't interested in the second floor, and more importantly, the silver in their pockets didn't support them to go to the second floor.

However, being able to come to Qiuyue Tower is already a beautiful thing for the two of them.

Ye Feng arranged seats for them on the first floor, and then walked to the second floor alone.

It's better to come early than to come by chance, and the second floor of Qiuyue Building is about to carry out the activity of arcade poetry.

To put it bluntly, the arcade is similar to a game, and after each level, you can go to the first floor.

The content of each floor is different, some compete for articles, some compete for poetry, and some compete for pitching pots.

Passing all the levels, those who pass all the levels will be able to reach the top and have the privilege of having dinner with the Oiran. Listen to the Oiran sing and watch the Oiran dance.

Of course, the Qinglou Oiran does not sell her body.

Ye Feng stepped to the second floor, the melodious sound of the piano in his ears, neither noisy nor noisy, and his intuition was lingering and refreshing.

Led by the maidservant, they came to a spacious room, where there were already more than a dozen guests, who were either drinking or laughing.

These people are all participants in the later arcade poetry game.

Ye Feng looked around, and had already judged their approximate identities through everyone's words and deeds.

Because, there will only be two kinds of people here.

One is the literati who are really full of poetry and books, they are either students who have achieved fame in the examination, or rich sons with ink on their chests, each dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding folding fans, sitting at the table.

They chatted and toasted together, their words full of respect, but in fact they looked down on each other in their hearts.

Since ancient times, literati have been despised by each other, and they have all waited for each other to become their stepping stones.

However, they all collectively despise the second kind of people.

The second type of people are wealthy businessmen, most of whom have not read for a few days, and there is no ink in their stomachs, and their bones are full of market spirit, but their business is doing well.

Their hearts are filled with respect for the people who read, and when others recite poems, they can't help but cheer for them.

Ye Feng looked around, not knowing which category to divide himself into for a while.

The room was very lively, but Ye Feng walked in, and everyone suddenly stopped talking and cast their eyes at him.

Fortunately, Ye Feng's original owner is a frequent visitor to the Qinglou, and his understanding of the rules of the Qinglou is comparable to knowing his own body.

No, it's more than your own body.

Ye Feng smiled and bowed his hand to everyone: "An Lingche, a student in Xia Yongding County, is polite to all brothers." ”

(Who would use their real name in such a place?!) ）

Everyone returned the salute and continued their conversation.

Ye Feng walked in and found a vacant seat in the corner to sit down.

As soon as he was seated, a servant stepped forward and placed a set of wine utensils on the table, and filled it with wine very politely.

Then, he placed the four treasures of the study in front of Ye Feng in the same way.

It didn't take long for the peach-colored gauze curtain in the distance to slowly open, revealing a graceful figure.

A woman walked out of the gauze lotus step, she was wearing a bandeau tulle skirt, a pair of round and half-exposed, instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone looked her up and down, as if they wanted to see through the thin gauze skirt.

Her name is Yingmei, and she is the commander of the first level of today's arcade poem.

The more famous the Qinglou, the more you care about the identity of the guests. Yingmei's eyes wandered, looking at the dozen or so people in the room, and she couldn't help frowning.

In the end, her gaze fell on Ye Feng's body, and a different light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

For a moment, Yingmei shook the embroidered round beauty fan in her hand slightly, and her lips lightly opened: "Today's arcade poem is the same as usual, the first level of the competition poem, please take Yingmei as the theme, and give a poem." ”

The voice is delicate but not flattering, and it is very comfortable to listen to.

If you're a voice-activated guest, you can't help but fall in love with the sound owner.

As soon as the question came out, there was no sound of conversation in the room, except for the sound of the piano, the sound of everyone holding brushes and pouring "ink" in the ears.

Ye Feng was also like everyone else, holding the brush and licking the pen on the inkstone.

Looking left and right, the literati and scholars around him either bowed their heads in contemplation, or held a pen to write, but the movements of the wealthy businessmen were uniform, and they were all staring at each other.

As a traverser, Ye Feng, although he is not familiar with Tang poems and Song lyrics, but after nine years of compulsory education, he also has a little manuscript in his belly, and he can take out a poem casually, and he will not beat this group of ancient people?

"Describe Yingmei...... To put it bluntly, it's like licking a dog! Saying...... What is a poem that praises a woman? Roselle Fu? The hair is like the light clouds covering the moon, and the fluttering is like the snow of the wind? Behind...... What's the back? Forget it, let's talk about something else......"

Think about it for a while, and get ready to put pen to paper.

Fortunately, I practiced calligraphy for a few days before crossing, otherwise I wouldn't be able to mix in the Qinglou.

That's the beauty of knowledge!