Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 288: The Oiran of Yuehuaxuan, the poetry gathering is lively!

[Lu Hua stared at the smile on Xie Guan's face, which was like the dawn, a golden beam of light piercing through the clouds and mist, hitting the boy's cheek.]

【It is very beautiful. 】

[Because she was wearing a bamboo hat, you had no way of knowing how her facial expressions changed throughout the night.]

[“May I ask Miss Lu, do I have any talent in the cultivation of the Yuan Shen? Can my progress be considered slow?”]

[Lu Hua curled his lips and said: "It's OK, it's OK."]

[“And remember, you cannot leave your body without permission!”]

[Her figure was light and graceful, like a shadow under the blue sky, or like a wisp of smoke, drifting away leisurely from the gate of the courtyard.]

[Although you have already ascended to the third realm, you are still unable to track her whereabouts. ]

[Three True Sect? His surname is Lu. It is said that the Grand Master of the Three True Sect is also named Lu. Could he be a disciple of the Master of Heaven?]

[If not, how could he easily take out the Yin Fu Jing that can directly reach the seventh level of the Yuan Shen cultivator? ]

[Although you have memorized the Seven Techniques of the Yin Fu Jing, I am afraid that the mysteries of the last four techniques cannot be described in a short period of time.]

[The first three techniques, "Spirit Turtle", "Five Dragons" and "Soaring Snake", were originally for learning the method of visualization. If you want to use it, you don't need to draw such complicated pictures, you only need to draw runes to perform it. ]

[When you twist your fingers lightly, flames will appear, but there is no feeling of heat at all. This is the fire of the heart and lungs, which is the magical power of the second level of Yuanshen cultivation.]

[You touch the paper with your finger, and the three pieces of paper turn into ashes in an instant.]

[You don’t want others to know what happened tonight.]

【After a busy night, sleepiness quietly came over me. 】

[Inside the courtyard, Wutong pushed the door open and walked out, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and saw the young master already standing in the courtyard. ]

[She didn't find it strange, as the young master always got up very early.]

[I just have some doubts in my heart as to why she was in such a dilemma yesterday.]

【You need to know! 】

[Before going to bed, she would always carefully count the money in the house and plan what she would buy the next day, making sure she got it exactly right.]

[You looked at the Wutong tree and said with a smile: "You don't have to prepare breakfast for me. I'm going to sleep for a while."]

【You have turned and walked into the room. 】

[Although Wutong had doubts in his heart, the young master was always punctual and never overslept, but when he looked at him today, he felt that the young master had become a little fairer and more handsome than yesterday.]

[Thinking back to the days before in the Grand View Garden, when the young master had shown his demeanor in Jinghong Courtyard to protect her, and thinking of her status as the young master's "maid", she couldn't help but feel a ripple in her heart.]

【Thinking of this, she unconsciously clamped her legs together, and a blush appeared on her face.】

[“Wutong, Wutong, don’t let your imagination run wild. The young master is not even old enough to be an adult yet.”]

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Bianjing City, West Wing Tower, it was noon.

Although the West Wing Tower is called a tower, it is actually a general term for the area of ​​willows and mist in the west city of Bianjing.

According to legend, in the old days, there was a scholar in the Great Qi Dynasty who fell in love with the daughter of the prime minister at first sight. After going through many twists and turns including their first meeting, their mother's obstruction, taking the imperial examination, and rumors of extramarital affair, they finally got married in secret with the help of their maid Hongniang, creating a beautiful story.

This matter was known to the drama troupe of Liyuan, who adapted it into a play called "The Story of Yuanyang" or "The West Chamber".

The plays are sung and the stories are passed down over time.

In this Bianjing capital, the place where "people went to red-light districts and listened to music in brothels" was elegantly called "West Wing" by a group of literati and poets.

This place is so prosperous that there is always a constant stream of people coming and going day and night.

If you come to Bianliang of the Great Qi Dynasty but have never set foot in the "West Wing", it would be like you have never truly appreciated the splendor of Bianliang.

It can’t be considered as having been to Bianjing.

There are many brothels and singing and dancing houses in the West Wing. With so many women, jealousy is inevitable. They compete with each other for beauty and want to see who is better.

In recent years, with the "popularity" of several courtesans, their fame spread throughout the capital, and finally some clues were sorted out.

Qimochunfang.

Yuehuaxuan.

Zixiao Pavilion.

These three brothels gradually became the leading troupes.

Yuehuaxuan at this time!

It's already a busy scene.

This vast, five-story building has soaring eaves and window curtains dancing in the wind, and is surrounded by several elegant courtyards.

noon.

Many distinguished guests from Bian Jing came one after another, and the maids who entertained them were all extremely beautiful. If they were in other brothels, they would definitely become top-notch signature girls.

Yuehuaxuan is the top-notch building in the "West Chamber", so its reputation is certainly not in vain.

today!

Hu Yunniang got up early.

You know, the girls in the West Wing usually get up in the afternoon, and the afternoon to night is their time to "show their charm".

They often sleep until noon, then dress up and greet guests.

But Hu Yunniang was different. She was one of the leading courtesans at Yuehuaxuan, one of the eighteen courtesans in Bianjing.

She doesn't need to greet guests in person. She can earn a lot of money that others can hardly imagine in their lifetime just by chatting about love and romance with those real financial sponsors or famous students.

But the title of Oiran is not easily obtained.

It is an honor that only the top seven patrons of the brothel can receive, and is paid with real money every year.

They are all beauties famous in Bian Jing.

The reason why Hu Yunniang was willing to follow Su Yun to Xie's house that day was not only because of the identity of the Su family, the first of the nine major surnames, but also because Su Yun was one of his lavish financial backers.

In addition to real money, of course, one also needs "reputation". There are wealthy young men from the nine major clans who are willing to spend a fortune to win a beautiful woman's smile.

Confucianism flourished in the Great Qi Dynasty, and its fame was achieved through poetry.

The reason why Hu Yunniang was able to stand out among all the beautiful girls was not only because of her beautiful appearance.

Mainly because last year, the famous critic Jin Zi sighed, "Yunniang could play the zither at the age of eight, and the spring breeze blew down the sound from the sky. One sound made Yongmen cry, two sounds made the red carp reveal its mane, and three sounds made the white ape spread its arms and cheeks."

With just one sentence, she was praised by eighteen people and was promoted to the top of Yuehuaxuan's courtesan.

With the help of the maid, Hu Yunniang combed her hair and painted her eyebrows, but her face could not hide the sadness.

Just look at the waves behind pushing the waves in front, and the new people replacing the old ones.

Nothing is as good as new!
At the beginning of next year, the new courtesan of Yuehuaxuan will be selected. This is not only a major event for Yuehuaxuan, but also the most grand event in the entire West Wing.

Because at the same time, the other two courtesans, Qimochunfang and Zixiaoge, will also announce the list of courtesans.

The city of Bianjing was alarmed.

All major gambling houses have also placed bets, guessing which girls will be able to get married this year.

Last year, Hu Yunniang won the title of Oiran like a "dark horse", and many gamblers lost so much that they drank to drown their sorrows. In addition to the indispensable things such as gold, silver and jewelry, most of the girls in Yuehua Tower wanted to marry into a good family.

These "famous prostitutes" in small singing troupes only sell their art and not their bodies.

Only when a girl is willing to invite a lover will she lose her virginity.

But if she loses her innocence, the value of the courtesan will plummet.

It is most important to be cautious about the gains and losses.

There were many courtesans who did not have the "eye for talent" and ended up with a miserable ending.

After going through a lot of hardships, Hu Yunniang finally became the most popular courtesan. If she fails next year, she will not only be sad, but also worried that no one will be interested in her.

Especially for young girls, they have no one to rely on, just like the surging water flowing through the city of Bianjing.

Youth is easy to pass away and beauty is easy to fade.

Without roots or duckweed, the waves come quickly and go away quickly!

The income of the courtesan this year was far more than in the past, even when she was the top prostitute in Yuehua Tower, it was difficult for her to reach that level.

Now, the people she interacted with were all dignitaries in Bian Jing or famous students, people she had only dared to glimpse through the cracks in the door before.

She saw clearly that they were all using the title of the courtesan.

There are so many beautiful women in the world, but it is only because of this title that she is noticed by noble men.

Hu Yunniang stared at herself in the mirror. Although she had a pretty face and was beautiful, the sisters in the building were like spring flowers, one after another, all of them were pretty and coquettish.

"Sister Yunniang, why are you sighing so loudly in the middle of the day?"

The maid in charge of dressing asked softly, carefully combing Hu Yunniang's long hair.

The girls in the building all call each other sisters and have a deep friendship.

Hu Yunniang held the flower ornament in her hand and lightly tapped her forehead, outlining an exquisite flower on her forehead.

"Yingchun, you little girl, all you do is flirt with those down-and-out scholars all day long. They are just pretty boys with sweet words, and I'm afraid they can't even take out ten taels of silver from their pockets."

"You will understand in the future that a man who can afford to spend money is your ideal husband." Hu Yunniang's words were quite worldly-wise.

Yingchun seemed a little dissatisfied when she heard that. She frowned slightly, as if she wanted to refute something, and she unconsciously used a little more strength with her hands.

"You damn girl, your grip is so strong, be gentle!"

Hu Yunniang pretended to be angry and scolded, "I really should sell you to a clay kiln, so that you can't even get out of bed every day and your legs are sore."

Upon hearing this, Yingchun naturally did not dare to talk back to Hu Yunniang. She just stood aside obediently, not daring to say another word.

Hu Yunniang stroked her hair and sighed helplessly:

"You, as your elder sister, I can't say anything to you? There are many sisters in this building, and we have learned a lot, why don't you wake up?"

Yingchun held Hu Yunniang's hand and said in a coquettish tone: "Sister, not every woman can be as lucky as you are and see the scenery from the top of the West Wing. People like us still want to find a home and get married."

Yingchun blushed slightly and continued:
"Besides, I think he...is not that kind of person."

Hu Yunniang shook her head gently and said no more. She knew in her heart that a girl who had fallen in love was always difficult to persuade. Only when she really hit a wall and felt pain would she wake up.

"I know what my sister is worried about. Are you worried about the selection of the Oiran next year?"

Hu Yunniang said with a heavy tone, "The annual election of the courtesan in Yuehua Tower has always been like this. Once you lose, it will be difficult to make a comeback."

"That is to say, I only have this one chance."

Yingchun tilted her head and thought for a while, then counted on her fingers and said, "Hasn't Sister Huang been the most popular courtesan at Yuehua Pavilion for many years in a row?"

"Sister Nihuang is different. She is Mr. San's confidante who adds fragrance to his sleeves. Even Mr. San's name makes her the best among the flowers."

Hu Yunniang was also envious. For more than ten years, Sister Nihong has been the top courtesan in Yuehua Tower.

It was the Third Master, who was known as "the man who tells mountain ghosts about his thirty years of great achievements" and "the man who holds the seals of several countries", who came to Yuehua Tower, got drunk, and fell asleep. Sister Nihuang stayed with her all night and left a poem.

In the past ten years, there has been no courtesan.

This is a blessing that others cannot ask for.

"Sister, you have Master Su Yun to help you, so what are you afraid of?"

Hu Yunniang shook her head slightly and said worriedly, "Mr. Su is indeed not short of money, but the sisters in the building are all backed by big money sponsors in Bianjing. My foundation is still too shallow. The sisters above me have all been courtesans for a year or two. I really can't compare with them in terms of connections."

"Also, I heard that this year several of the sisters below have received praise from Mr. Jin Zitan."

Yingchun looked at Hu Yunniang's furrowed brows and didn't know how to comfort her.

There are only seven courtesans in the building, and Sister Nihuang has already secured one of them.

The three above have won the title for two consecutive terms, and the sisters below are also eyeing the position of the most beautiful courtesan.

Women are not only vain, but also motivated by profit.

Yingchun thought about it and suggested:
"How about we go get a few more poems written by the teachers in the academy?"

Hu Yunniang shook her head and said helplessly:

"It's difficult. Those famous and knowledgeable people in the academy don't like places like ours, and they're probably hard to see."

Hu Yunniang suddenly thought of the young man from the Xie Mansion, but then shook her head.

How much talent could a bastard like him have?
However, the fragments he wrote on paper last time were indeed very brilliant, but I don’t know how the whole poem is.

The poems of the courtesan cannot be written casually; they must be consistent with the title of the courtesan.

At this moment, a voice from the nanny came from outside: "Yun Niang, Master Su Yun is here."

"understood!"

Hu Yunniang got up early today because Su Yun was going to hold a "poetry appreciation" at Yuehuaxuan.

Yuehuaxuan is different from ordinary brothels. It is more elegant and is the gathering place of literati and scholars of Da Qi. The custom of keeping prostitutes is also regarded as an elegant thing here.

In order to become famous, poetry societies would mostly choose to hold their events in places like the West Wing where women were known for their poetry and merchants gathered.

Hu Yunniang dressed up carefully, hiding the sadness on her face without a trace, and regained the bright and dazzling style of the "Eighteen Courtesans of Bianjing".

She arrived at Yuehua Tower and found Su Yun already waiting in the lobby on the first floor.

Su Yun was surrounded by Xie Xuan and a group of young men from prominent families in Caotang Poetry Society. They had an extraordinary aura and it was obvious that they had come for this "poetry appreciation" event.

Su Yun spared no expense today, and Yuehuaxuan was also very considerate and had reserved the storytelling and opera stage in the lobby on the first floor for them to use.

As Su Yun stepped onto the stage, the servants immediately started beating drums and gongs, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

The second floor, the third floor, and the corridors were crowded with curious spectators leaning on the fences. They were accompanied by gentle women, who were soft in their arms, enjoying the comfort and elegance.

The audience is no stranger to such rumors, especially when a red cloth is pulled up on the stage.

There were four big characters "Caotang Poetry Society" written on it.

Poetry societies had become a trend in Bian Jing, especially among the children of the nine major families, who were the most fond of them.

This "Caotang Poetry Society" is also somewhat famous, but not very good. It has the nicknames "Money Bag Poetry Society" and "Silver Money Poetry Society".

It's lively upstairs and downstairs.

Hu Yunniang walked onto the stage gracefully under everyone's gaze.

The people around have already started cheering his name.

(End of this chapter)