Thinking of these thoughts, he began to feel extremely anxious and even hopeless. He hadn't even thought about who this Miss Jian who was going to see him was, but as soon as the name was mentioned, many customers in the lobby showed surprised and puzzled looks, and looked at Ning Que with jealousy.

The young man was stunned, patted Ning Que's shoulder jealously, and laughed. "What a wonderful life you lived."

Ning Que was patted on the shoulder by the young man, somewhat awakened, and his heart was full of heavy resentment. Then he noticed the expressions on the faces of everyone in the hall. He was taken aback and began to be curious about this Miss Jane, and of course, he had several whimsical reveries in his mind.

Many years later, standing on the edge of the lonely mountain cliff, Ning Que recalled the scene of the first time he saw Miss Jane. He still couldn't help but glance back and let out a long sigh with a self-deprecating smile and emotion on his face.

At that time, he went upstairs, hoping that he was the so-called luckiest person of the night, and along the way, as if he wanted to see that top class waiting for him. However, when a little maid pushed open the red door and opened the beaded curtain, he did not think about meeting such a woman, but a girl.

The old woman has very clear crow's feet around her eyes, but her body is perfectly maintained, with full breasts, a slender waist, and fat buttocks in a cloth robe. But her forehead was very broad, like the smooth sand dunes that bulged out of the steppe - simple and kind eyebrows and eyes, and very thinning hair under her straight nose and above her thick lips. She's not ugly, but she's never worthy of the title of a million beauties, let alone top.

He loves pretty little girls about his age, slightly older ladies, and even attractive mature women over 30 years old. However, Miss Jane doesn't belong to them, she's just an ordinary woman in her 40s, with the tolerance and calmness of a man.

After hesitating for a while, Ning Que immediately felt that he looked a little impolite, so he forced himself to calm down, showed a sincere smile, crossed his hands in front of the woman and bowed to the woman, and then asked her, "Miss Jane, what can I do for you?"

"Whose lad are you?" Miss Jane asked with a smile.

Ning Que did not hide it, but narrated his background.

"Although there are not a few applicants recommended by the military department this year, you must be a genius to pass the preliminary examination of the academy."

The hostess gave him an approving look and continued, "Since you are from a border town, you should not know who I am. But, my lad, this is instead a testament to your steady character, when you were able to calm down quickly during our first meeting.

Ning Que lowered his head as much as possible, deliberately not looking at her broad forehead or the thinning hair above the corners of her lips, and subconsciously tried to keep a low profile after listening to her words.

Through the woman's brief introduction and the little maid's triumphant ornamental narration, he finally knew why the people downstairs cared so much about Miss Jane's name.

Thirty years ago, during the new reign of the Southern Jin Dynasty, a song and dance troupe called the "House of Red Sleeves" won the most applause at the celebration, gradually spreading its reputation to the world. Only three years later, because there were many Tang women in the Red Sleeve Mansion, the Tang Emperor specially wrote a letter asking the Red Sleeve Mansion to move into the Tang Empire, but the Southern Jin Emperor could not resist and could only accept.

Since then, the home of red sleeves has been in Chang'an. For almost two decades, they danced only in the court of the Tang Dynasty, and not at events in other countries, which caused their fame to disappear among the common people.

But for those high-ranking officials and aristocrats, this song and dance troupe, which was specially required by the most powerful empire to be stationed in the greatest city of Chang'an, is undoubtedly the best in the world. Although the brothel they live in has no name, it was, and always will be, the number one brothel.

As long as someone comes to Chang'an, maybe it is an envoy from the Southern Jin Kingdom, or an official from the Yuelun Kingdom comes to pay tribute, or even a barbarian tribe on the grassland, someone always comes here to invite the girl of the Red Sleeve Palace to sing and dance. It is said that the crown prince of Yan spent the most difficult first two years in the Red Sleeve Mansion, and seven years ago he was sent to Chang'an as a hostage.

Mistress Jane is not the best in the world.

But she is the leader of the Red Sleeve House Song and Dance Troupe, and has cultivated countless top in the world.

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"You're just a lad. Since you are going to the academy, your future can naturally be promised. You don't have to learn from those old academics who seem to be trying to become celebrities by going to a few brothels?

Miss Jane's smile seemed to have been cut by a knife. Whether she speaks, questions or persuades, she always maintains a calm and peaceful smile with many crow's feet around her eyes.

But Ning Que felt the subtle emotional changes of the female leader. Ning Que didn't know her intention to call him upstairs, and after hearing that he was going to take the college entrance exam, she felt that this woman suddenly spoke in a stern tone. And this stern tone is not hostile, but like some elders have expectations for young people.

This change of mood made him a little overwhelmed, so he crossed his hands in front of him and bowed in front of him, and explained in a low voice.

"I'm from the Yuelun Kingdom, but I've been in Chang'an for more than twenty years. Of course, I know the temperament of the Tang people, for the good version, it is called generosity, for the bad version, it is too enthusiastic and save face.

Miss Jian no longer smiled, but frowned, looking at Ning Que who had a lively face like a young man. As if she saw a little scholar in an indigo robe riding a little black donkey many years ago, raising his head and scolding everything, and proudly walking into the Great Wall, she felt very disappointed and said angrily.

"Do you know the young man? That was the most favored only son of Master Chu, one of the seven elites of the Eastern Regions. He has an endless amount of money to give generously. But what about you? According to your Don temperament, if invited to dinner, you must offer a feast in return. Even if you're short of money, you'll sell all the books in the house and invite him back the next time you meet him. Am I right or wrong?

The embarrassed Ning Que scratched his head, secretly admiring this woman's appearance. Although he is not a typical Tang person, his character is still somewhat tolerant of Tang people for this kind of thing.

Seeing him, Miss Jane felt a lot annoyed for some reason, and suddenly threw the ebony beads on her wrist onto the sofa, which caused a series of questions to hit him like a storm.

"You're not old enough, strong enough to fit this seductive brothel. How dare you come in?

"You're too poor to spend here. Are you ready to pay for the academy?

"How prepared are you for the college entrance exam? Have you ever bought a real test paper? Which of them was bought?

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With the idea of monopolizing the top, Ning Que unexpectedly met a manager with a strong sense of morality. He was criticized a lot by her, which only added to his sense of misery. If it were another case, he might have whispered in his heart, "Even if, Miss Jane, your friends are all honorable and respected, you have no right to teach me when we first meet." After all, you're not my manager.

But Miss Jian didn't put pressure on him, just nagged like a serious and anxious elder, with disappointment in her forehead, eyebrows, and eyes. So, he was embarrassed to refute a word, but stammered in reply.

"The first time I'm in Chang'an... I was just curious, so wanted to sneak a peek at the house from the outside, never expecting the sisters of the house to make fun of me. I'm hot-headed... Came in out of nowhere.

After a brief hesitation, Miss Jane turned to the little maid and scolded her loudly. "The emperor will hold a banquet and hold a ceremony for the returning princess, which is a solemn event. So I gave those wicked little girls a few days off and practiced dancing well. It turned out that they couldn't help, and they actually seduced a scholar boy!

The little obedient maid did not dare to refute anything.

Miss Jian rubbed her eyebrows tiredly, looked up at Ning Que who was standing honestly at the door, and suddenly remembered that she occasionally walked around the hall and found that the young man had a resemblance to the man. Then she couldn't resist asking him to go upstairs and ask some questions, which turned out to be her frantic interrogation for no reason.

However, to her surprise, the lad did not quarrel and did not get angry, and obediently accepted her reproach. She couldn't help but smile and waved her hand, "Since you are curious, I will have someone take you around here." Don't forget to go home and rest when you're done.