Early morning.

Sunlight shines through the windows, dyeing the room a golden color.

Listening to the chirping of unknown birds outside, Jiang Fang woke up from his sleep, first sat at the head of the bed and closed his eyes to practice qi, and poured his internal breath into the sea of qi after three weeks. He also found the flint that was placed aside, and gently urged, wisps of true qi swam from the sea of qi to his wrist, and as a result of his thoughts, a dazzling blue flame came out of the flint.

"Magical reality. ”

Looking at the flames that were beating up and down like life in the palm of his hand, Jiang Fang showed a smile of relief on his face,

When the flames were extinguished, I calmed down, got dressed and got out of bed and walked out of the room.

Today, the yamen wants to hunt down the old ape who has done a lot of evil, and in order to prevent a long night and many dreams, the old king has left before sunrise; the cooking grandmother wants to go to the west of the city to pick fresh fruits and vegetables, and after making the meal, she also carries a basket and goes out. At this time, only Jiang Fang and Li Xi were left in the huge courtyard.

"Brother Jiang. Li Xi pushed the dish to Jiang Fang: "Hurry up and eat, let's leave after eating." ”

"Go?"

"You forgot? You promised me last night that you would accompany me to Wangchun Tower today. ”

Wangchun Tower?

Jiang Fang sighed and buried his head in eating.

There were too many things yesterday, and even in his dream, he was cultivating the Nine Heavens Great Decision, if Li Xi didn't mention it, he really forgot about it.

While eating, Li Xi introduced the relevant situation of Wangchun Tower to Jiang Fang.

Xinyang County is not large, there are relatively few leisure places in the city, and there are even fewer entertainment clubs that can be named. Counting, there are only three in total: Peach Blossom Courtyard, Dongfeng Residence, and Wangchun Building. Among the three, Taohuayuan is a brothel with middle-to-low women in the middle and bottom, and Dongfeng Ju is a casino with shirtless men who smell of sweat.

Li Xijie is self-conscious, and women who have lost their footing are not his target, and his family is rich, and he is not interested in Dongfengju.

After calculation, only Wangchun Lou is in line with his identity as a pure and rich second generation.

Compared with the Peach Blossom Courtyard and Dongfeng Residence, most of the girls in Wangchun Building have read some poetry and books in private school, and are good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and their appearance is more delicate than ordinary women. Li Xi has been troubled all these years, and when he is bored and helpless, he often goes to Wangchun Tower to find solace, for him, it is the second harbor in addition to the Li Mansion.

"You shouldn't be called Li Xi, you should be called Wei Xi, Wei is Wei Xiaobao's Wei. Jiang Fang put down the dishes and chopsticks, wiped his mouth and said, "Let's go, take Brother Jiang to your harem." ”

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Wangchun Tower is located in the south of Shuangyang Road, is a three-storey mahogany building, the eaves are tied with five-color silk with exquisite copper bells, and the breeze blows the copper bells to make a pleasant ear dingdong, so as to highlight the designer's small freshness and exquisiteness. Far away, I saw dozens of old and young people gathered in front of the building, and when they got a few steps closer, they could hear the laughter one after another-

"Wang Gongzi is only eight years old, and he has been personally instructed by the famous people of Dongjun, if there is no accident, Zhang Huakui's guest today is Wang Gongzi!" A man in his thirties, dressed in a decent white robe, shook the folding fan in his hand, seemingly flattering, but there was hostility in his eyebrows: "Legend has it that Zhang Huakui's posture is outstanding, and ordinary men will lose their souls at a glance, so Wang Gongzi has to be careful." ”

"Zhang Gongzi doesn't have to be too modest, as far as Wang knows, Zhang Gongzi is the proud disciple of the old man Huang of Dongjun poetry, and he has done his best to pass on the true biography of the old man Huang, and today's Zhang Oiran is none other than Zhang Gongzi!" Another man of the same age as Zhang Gongzi and wearing a black robe bowed, seemingly complimenting, but there was a hidden pride on his face: "I heard that Zhang Gongzi has suffered from a cold recently, so you have to be careful when you see Oiran later, lest she take advantage of your illness to take your life away from you." ”

After speaking, they looked at each other and smiled, with the chic of "you and I are the only heroes in the world".

After a while,

When Jiang Fang and Li Xi just approached the crowd,

In a room on the third floor of Wangchun Building, the window is pushed open from the inside, and a big red satin waterfall hangs and falls, and the mandarin ducks playing in the water on it are vivid, but what is more eye-catching is the eight delicate golden characters "the top of the literary style, the bank of Wangchun". Everyone was already noisy, but after seeing these eight characters, they were even more energetic, jumping up and looking up at their necks, eager to jump up with their wings and go straight to the boudoir through the gap.

"What are they doing here?" Jiang Fang was a little puzzled: "What does it mean to look at the shore of spring at the peak of literary talent?"

"Fighting poetry! I have a good show to watch today!"

Li Xi looked excited, and explained while looking around.

As the only two service places in the city, in order to stand out in the battle with the Peach Blossom Courtyard, Wangchun Lou has launched a series of "peripheral activities" according to its own characteristics, among which the most popular is "Fighting Poetry" - to Wangchun Lou is mostly pretentious in the city, if two or more sons at the same time point a girl, then in order to fight for the girl's right to belong, the two sons should compose poems and lyrics in publicBattle, the winner takes the girl to open the house, and the loser goes home to hone his skills. If there are too many sons who fancy a certain girl at the same time, Battle will become a draft, and Dou Shi will be upgraded to a Dou Shi Conference.

"How it is. Looking at the boys jumping up and down around him, Jiang Fang couldn't help but laugh: "I haven't seen a woman before?"

"Brother Jiang, you are wrong. Li Xi pointed to the gap in the window, his eyes were shining: "What they want to fight for is not an ordinary girl, it is Zhang Huakui!" may be the reason for being too excited, and his voice trembled slightly, if it weren't for the crotch of his pants, Jiang Fang really wanted to introduce him to Jiuzhitang sugar-free six-flavor rehmannia for him.

Zhang Huakui's real name is Zhang Renhua,

No one knows where she used to live or what she did before,

Like a gust of wind, she gently drifted into Wangchun Tower a few months ago, becoming the unique and supreme Oiran of Wangchun Tower. and a day later, he replaced his wife and became the woman that thousands of rough men in the city wanted the most.

"Allure, such an exaggeration?"

Jiang Fang couldn't help but question,

Twenty-first century beauty research has shown that dry air in ancient times was not good for skin maintenance, so the higher the dynasty beauty, the lower the quality. It is boldly speculated that Yang Guifei was a beauty in the Tang Dynasty, and the historian described her as "fair-skinned and plump", that is, a fat girl who was a little whiter; Diao Chan was a beauty in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and the historian described her as "as beautiful as a shock", that is, her appearance was not outstanding enough to be made up for by the linkage association of other things; Xi Shi was a beauty of the Warring States Period, and the historian described her as "eyebrows and eyes", that is, only her eyes were slightly like dots.

From this point of view, Zhang Renhua's appearance is about the same as that of 85% of your female classmates.

This is also very in line with conventional logic - in a barbaric era where "I can tell that I am male and female when I put on a military uniform, and I can go out and be fascinated by a piece of yellow when I take off my military uniform", as long as you are a little more interesting, you can be regarded as a fairy by the male beast in estrus.