"The Twelve Lents of the Red Mansion, there are really twelve stunning beauties in charge?" Song Che asked. Qiaoqiao shook her head,

"It is said that it is twelve fasts, but in fact, there are only seven or eight fasts that are open every day."

"Why don't you open the rest?"

"We official prostitutes are all involuntarily, and wherever we need singing and dancing attendants, we will be transferred to wherever we are." Prostitutes are also needed

"Business trip"? Song Che asked again:

"Among these twelve fasts, is there a person surnamed Lin?" Qiaoqiao thought for a moment and shook his head: "I haven't heard of it." ”

"What about the one surnamed Ning?" Song Che asked again.

"I haven't heard of it either," Qiaoqiao said, "The female relatives who have entered the Red Mansion generally don't take their own family names, but usually take a flower name or something." In addition, the famous prostitutes in the Red Mansion changed very frequently, and the slaves and maids had only just come to the Red Mansion, and they stayed in September on weekdays and never went out to contact anyone. Song Che was puzzled: "Since you are a famous prostitute, why do you need to be replaced?" Shouldn't you stay in the Red House as a pillar? Qiaoqiao said: "There are many reasons for this, some prostitutes with excellent demeanor and skilled skills are often paid by dignitaries and nobles to be taken home to accompany them in the name of concubines; There is also our industry, which eats youth rice, and after the age of twenty-five, it is difficult to take the stage no matter how famous it is; There are many official prostitutes in the teaching department, and the young women who have learned their skills are more charming, and their posture is more beautiful. ”

"I'm afraid your sister is not young, right?" Song Che asked. Qiaoqiao

"Shh

"In September Zhai, the most taboo thing is to talk about Sister Langyue's age...... But even if an adult asks, I'm not afraid to say it," she lowered her voice: "Sister Langyue will turn twenty-five next month, but with her talent, even if her face is no longer there, some people will appreciate it." ”

"Hasn't she ever thought about redeeming herself?" Song Che asked.

"Good ......" Qiao Qiao said lonely: "Once you become a lowly citizen, no matter how famous you are, you will not be able to be good in your life." For our official prostitutes, the best way out is to find a businessman to marry as a concubine, otherwise after old age and decay, if you are not used as a military prostitute, you will be reduced to a cheap slave and do a lifetime of dirty work. "Prostitutes are undoubtedly the lowest in society,

The businessmen in "Shinong Industry and Commerce" are not very high, so the pipa girl in Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" can sing

"The boss married a businesswoman". Even the emperor admires the talent of Langyue, but it is precisely this fame that makes people dare not ask for her.

Even if a nobleman is sincere to her, the wife will definitely not agree. What's more, the reputation of the powerful will never leave a stain on their career for the sake of a prostitute.

Talent is talent, appreciation is appreciation, but it does not mean that it can be respected by society. Even if the official prostitute can be pardoned, the shameful imprint cannot be erased in this life and this life, and he will never want to restore his innocence.

In the middle of small talk, the backyard arrived. Among the flowers, under the shadow of the moon, in a pavilion, seven or eight people, drinking happily, melodious, laughter.

Lang Yue was dressed in a blue palace dress, sitting alone on top of the chairman, and the six seats on the left and right were all male guests in Confucian robes. It's not merry and happy, showing the worldly state.

"Sister Rongyue, someone is looking for ......" Qiaoqiao led Song Che to the front of the pavilion, told him, and waited aside with his head down.

As soon as Lang Yue looked at the comer, her eyebrows frowned slightly, she glanced at Qiaoqiao, and scolded coldly: "Why did you bring him?" Didn't I tell you that there are distinguished guests coming to the door tonight, and no outsiders can disturb you? Qiaoqiao bit her lip and was aggrieved.

"You send someone to guard the door, you should find three or five big men, otherwise she is a little girl, how can she stop me, a big man." Song Che strode into the pavilion, only treating others as air, and went straight to the moon table, throwing the Taichang Temple order on the table.

When Lang Yue saw the token, her brows furrowed even tighter,

"This token can't hold me down."

"Don't misunderstand, Miss Langyue, I show this order, not to suppress you, but to tell you that in this Red Mansion Twelve Lents, I am qualified to go anywhere, sit in any position, and I don't have to spend money. But I did pay the ticket, and I have to make it clear to you in advance, it's not a prostitution. Song Che said, walked to the chairman's seat, and made a conversation with Lang Yue

The gesture of "get up". Lang Yue was frozen for a moment, her brows and fists finally relaxed, she got up and gave way to her seat, and she said to the Confucian scholars: "Since the mediocrity has disturbed the purity of this place, you gentlemen will move to the private room with me, where can we continue to drink." ”

"Why does the girl hate me like that?" Song Che sighed:

"It's good to say, Song Mou is also a person who once won the purple gold token, and he can be regarded as half a literati, and I am fortunate to gather in this pavilion with all the celebrities tonight, why not take advantage of the moon in front of the flowers, the autumn wind and falling leaves, and drink together?" After that, he ordered the wine bottle on the table and smiled at Lang Yue: "Will pour the wine, don't stop the glass." Lang Yue said: "How can you be worthy of me to pour you wine!" ”

"It's okay to say that I use chicken feathers as arrows, and it's okay to think that I am a dog and a man, but ......" Song Che said leisurely: "It's better than you, your heart is higher than the sky, and your life is thinner than paper." He pushed the bottle again and said softly, "Please pour the wine." Lang Yuebei bit her soft lips, knelt beside Song Che, and poured a glass of wine for him.

The Confucian scholars in the pavilion, from the old man with the green beard to the young man with the crown, all looked at this uninvited guest with different eyes, some contempt, some doubts, and some fears.

"Come, Song and all the gentlemen drink together!" Song Che raised his glass and greeted the guests with a smile. Some people raise their glasses, some hesitate, and some people are as steady as Mount Tai and do not sit still.

"Taichang Temple, when did Lord Song come?" Some people wondered. Song Che said with a smile: "Song is not an official, only a businessman. The toast bearer put it down, and his eyes unified into contempt.

A green-bearded old man who was nearly half a hundred years old snorted lightly: "The old man and Lord Zhou of the Ministry of Rites are classmates and close friends, he doesn't dare to be so rude to Miss Langyue, how dare you let Miss Rongyue pour wine for you?" Song Che squinted and smiled, and only asked, "Are you jealous?" Of course he was jealous.

It is common for men to be competitive, especially in front of beautiful women.

"You!" The old man said coldly: "The peddlers and pawns, vulgar and vulgar people, vainly claiming to be half a literati and elegant man are simply nondescript and insulting. Song Che shot back softly: "A man who thinks he is a snake, a man who is half-buried in the earth, has a few drops of ink and copper in his belly, but in fact he is a frog at the bottom of the well, and he has no name." "Who wouldn't be right for a pair?

Aren't they synonyms, antonyms, combinations?

"It's so neat......" There are Confucian scholars whispering.

"Humph!" Lao Ru stepped over the throne and said loudly: "This master is originally from Jingzhou, and is now the chief Xibin of Jingde Academy, a monk in Hexi, holding a white paper painting fan and a Pisces jade pendant on his waist, who are you!?" Song Che picked up the wine glass, hugged the thin waist of Langyue, and smiled proudly: "Your Lao Tzu is originally from Suzhou, and is currently the guest of the September Zhailou, Wu Yanzu in the south of the Yangtze River, holding the golden bottle wine glass, embracing the peerless beauty, I am my father!" ”