The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 291 Elegant White Horse, I came from two thousand years ago...

During the Spring and Autumn Period, Duke Mu of Qin's daughter, Nongyu, was good at playing the flute.

Duke Mu of Qin specially built a Phoenix Tower for her, where Nongyu played the flute and enjoyed herself, and the tower was also called Qin Tower.

King Ling of Chu was particularly lustful and built the Zhanghua Palace.

He selected the most beautiful women in the country to live there for his entertainment, and later generations called Zhanghua Palace Chuguan.

These were the earliest Qinlou and Chuguan, neither of which were brothels at the beginning.

The inventor of the brothel was Zhuge Liang's idol Guan Zhong. The earliest brothel was called Nülu (lv, third tone), which was a pure product of the orthodox culture of the Central Plains.

However, as various philosophers established various schools of thought and continuously raised the moral standards of virtuous gentlemen, the orthodox states in the Central Plains collectively verbally rejected the increasingly prosperous brothel industry.

How could such a place belong to our Great Central Plains? It must have been brought here by the barbarians!
As a result, the Qin State, which was excluded from the Central Plains culture, and the Chu State, which excluded the so-called Central Plains culture and believed that it was the orthodox Central Plains culture, took the blame.

Qinlou Chuguan has since become synonymous with brothels.

Bashu Tower, located outside Zhangtai Street, is a semi-official Qin building.

It has been only three or five years since it came to Xianyang, but it has become one of the most famous towers in Xianyang, featuring beautiful women from Sichuan and Bashu.

There are four most expensive rooms in the Bashu towers: Wushan, Goddess, Chaoyun and Xingyu.

The names of the four rooms are taken from Gaotang Fu, a poem written by Song Yu, a famous handsome man from the State of Chu.

Gaotang Fu describes that when King Huai of Chu was visiting Gaotang Temple, he dreamed of a beautiful woman who claimed to be the goddess of Wushan. The goddess offered herself to the king and made love with him. When they parted, the goddess told him that she lived in the south of Wushan. In the morning, she turned into morning clouds and in the evening, she turned into rain.

The erotic stories written by Song Yu added a touch of elegance to the four major rooms.

In the "Goddess" room, the white horse is very elegant.

A stick of ambergris was burning slowly on the desk.

A petite Bashu beauty placed the guqin horizontally in front of the table and played it lightly with her bare hands.

Her ten fingers were as white as scallions, and as she twisted and plucked the strings, the moving sounds, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, swirled around Young Master Bai's ears.

Young Master Bai closed his eyes and listened with fascination.

As the piano music became more and more melodious, the white horse suddenly opened his eyes and waved a folding fan in the air.

This was like pressing the pause button. The handsome pianist hooked the strings with three fingers and the sound of the piano stopped temporarily.

"Wrong, wrong." Bai Ma laughed.

Mr. Bai, who has a good appearance, is not just a dilettante, he really can understand.

The Qin State valued martial arts and was not fond of the elegant things popular in the Central Plains. The four great elegant hobbies of playing the zither, chess, calligraphy and painting were all unpopular here.

But martial spirit refers to the overall atmosphere, and among the nobles of the old Qin Dynasty, elegance was very popular.

The Qin generals wanted to conquer the Central Plains countries, and the old Qin nobles wanted to integrate into the Central Plains countries.

Bai Ma has been playing the piano and painting since he was young, and has achieved great accomplishments in these two areas.

His paintings were once unsigned and circulated outside Hangu Pass, where they were sold for a high price of five hundred coins in the State of Qi.

An anonymous painting by a non-famous artist was worth 17 stone of grain, which could barely support the needs of an adult man for a year. This is enough to show the contribution of Bai Ma Danqing.

Compared with his paintings, his piano is even better.

The younger generation of the old Qin nobles have a saying - the song is wrong, Bai Jun Gu.

Bai Jun smiled as he looked at the zither player who lowered his head with a shy look on his face, and his index finger moved.

He decided to give the musician some luck and teach him how to play:
"I'll teach you."

He stood up, holding a folding fan in one hand and tapping it lightly on the palm of the other hand, then walked step by step behind the musician.

He stretched out his arms and embraced the musician in his arms, but not tightly.

He could feel the musician's tense body, smell the fragrance from her snow-white neck, and meet her furtive glances.

Bai Ma enjoyed this feeling.

With a light "click" sound, the folding fan fell to the ground.

The zither player wanted to pick it up for his benefactor, but when he bent down, his back inevitably hit the white horse.

The musician trembled slightly and paused:

"Son..."

"A dead thing is no match for a beautiful woman." The white horse was three inches away from the zither player's ear, and whispered to the zither player's fair earlobe: "I will teach the girl to play the zither first."

The white earlobe turned red, and the pianist uttered an imperceptible "hmm".

Bai Ma was more excited than Xing Qi, and he took the trembling hands of the musician with both hands and gently placed them on the zither:
"This is how we should talk."

The "Zheng" sound was light and like the flow of a clear spring, which was indeed much more pleasant than the piano sound just now.

The beautiful sound of the piano filled the "Goddess", slightly overflowing, blocking out all sounds inside and outside...

Ying Chengjiao looked at the words "Goddess" written in Qinwen on the door of the room and felt a little dazzling.

Frankly speaking, he has never been a gentleman.

In his previous life, most people were used to online payments, but Ying Chengjiao always had two or three thousand in cash in his wallet.

Ying Chengjiao has never done anything criminal.

But it's illegal...Ying Chengjiao does it once, twice, three or four times a month.

Ying Chengjiao has never blamed himself for such things. Who hasn't broken the law?
It is illegal for students not to study hard, and it is also illegal to run a red light.

And now, standing in front of the "Goddess", Ying Chengjiao breathed a sigh of relief.

The country should not encourage such things.

"The trend comes from top to bottom, so take it slow." The boy said, pushing the door open and walking in.

The door opens.

The noisy and chaotic piano music leaked out, without any order, and rushed wildly in the empty corridor.

With a "bang", everything returned to silence.

Inside the room, Ying Chengjiao was looking at the white horse.

The white horse, who was at a critical moment, heard the noise and looked up.

The two looked at each other.

Ying Chengjiao narrowed his eyes and stared at the man and woman entangled with each other.

The white horse's eyes curved, and he became even more excited, inviting:

"Changan-kun, come and play?"

Ying Chengjiao breathed a sigh of relief again. This was also one of the things he could not understand.

People at that time were very open to this kind of thing.

They can be affectionate with their concubines in front of their friends, and they can also do so in front of their slaves.

The zither player was a little panicked. How could someone suddenly come into the "Goddess" room?
The white horse turned over and lay on its back, and the musician struggled to get up.

"Get out." Ying Chengjiao shook his head and said to the half-naked musician.

The zither player responded with a "yes" and without even having time to put on all his clothes, he grabbed his clothes and ran out.

The moment the door opened, she was unaware of anything and ran out.

She heard Young Master Bai call the visitor "Lord Chang'an". She had heard these three words before.

But the rumors about Chang'an Jun's virtue and the beautiful story of a man risking his life for a beautiful woman did not give her any other thoughts at this moment.

This is a prince!

For a moment, her mind was filled with nothing but obedience.

After running out of the "goddess" room and running five or six steps in the corridor, the musician felt something was wrong. The empty corridor made the beautiful lady from Sichuan shudder.

She didn't dare to look back or put on her clothes, and ran desperately.

She knew something big was going to happen, and she prayed that it wouldn't affect her.

She has nothing but her life.

"Bang~!"

The second door slammed.

"Ha, Lord Chang'an, ha, you are really, really ungentlemanly." Bai Ma panted and said, "Except for Miss Mi, Lord Chang'an has no sympathy for other ladies?"

Ying Chengjiao gently exhaled his third breath.

This is also something he cannot understand, some people have blind confidence in their own safety.

It was just like the wars during the Spring and Autumn Period, where everyone had to communicate with each other, deploy their troops, and start the battle politely.

But ever since the emergence of Sun Wu, the sixth oldest warrior, war has begun to be known as "the art of deception."

Why is there such a strong sense of trust between people?

"I have said that if the Bai family dares to make any small moves again, I will kill you." Ying Chengjiao drew the Qin sword from his waist: "I am here to keep my promise."

"Hahahaha, stop making trouble, Chang'an Jun." Bai Ma didn't believe it at all.

He is Bai Ma, the eldest son of the Bai family and the next head of the Bai family. Who dares to kill him?
Besides, even if you really want him dead, you can't kill him openly.

His laughter echoed in the "Goddess" and then stopped abruptly.

"Ah!" He screamed in pain uncontrollably, with severe pain coming from his legs!
He turned over, rolled over, and quickly stood up by grabbing the table.

He looked at Chang'an Jun who was standing where he had just been lying, and at the Qin Jian in Chang'an Jun's hand, his pupils suddenly contracted.

[What kind of madness is this boy having?] He shouted in his heart, sweating profusely, and forcing a smile:
"Haha, please don't make such a joke, sir, haha..."

He glanced out of the corner of his eye, following the direction of the pain, and saw a wound about an inch long on his thigh.

Blood was oozing out, but not very fast, and it didn't look fatal.

Bai Ma regretted that he was so busy laughing that he didn't put on any clothes.

If he had been dressed just now, this sword might not have hurt him.

"It seems that only when you go to the underworld will you believe that it was me who killed you." Ying Chengjiao turned his wrist and stepped forward with the sword.

His steps were firm and the murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised.

Bai Ma believed it.

He believed that the guy in front of him, who was not even as tall as him, really wanted to kill him!
"Wait!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

This shout came from the heart, and he didn't think he could stop the boy.

"Any last words?" The boy stopped.

"Yes, yes." Bai Ma said repeatedly, not knowing what he said. Anyway, he was trying to delay time, and his eyes kept wandering on the Qin sword.

He was not one of those uneducated and unlearned family parasites. He practiced martial arts, and his martial arts skills were among the best among his peers - this generation excluded the Meng family, the Li family and other reckless families.

He had been knocked unconscious by Ying Chengjiao before, but that was a sneak attack from behind.

Young Master Bai didn't think that he could not defeat this guy in a head-on fight, even if his thigh was injured - provided that this guy had no weapon in his hand.

[Why didn’t I bring a sword?] Bai Ma began to regret again.

Weapons have a huge effect, infinitely so.

A Qin citizen holding a Qin sword can easily kill an elite Qin soldier.

The reason why humans can become the leader of all things is that even the tiger, the king of beasts, is no match for them.

Not with a slide tackle, but with a weapon.

"My lord, actually we are not too..." Before Bai Ma finished speaking, he suddenly picked up the incense burner on the table behind him.

He held the incense burner in his hand and looked at the guy with vigilance. If the guy made any move, he would immediately smash the incense burner at him.

Ying Chengjiao did not move and looked at the white horse expressionlessly.

With the weapon in his hand, Bai Ma felt more at ease.

He was concentrating extremely hard, staring at a certain guy, and yelled:

"Someone come! There's an assassin! Someone come!"

Ying Chengjiao stood there motionless, waiting for Bai Ma to call him.

I watched Bai Ma's face change from nervous to desperate, and heard Bai Ma's voice change from sharp to hoarse.

"Are you really here to kill me?" Bai Ma, sweating profusely, shouted in a hoarse voice, "This building is now full of your men, right?"

Ying Chengjiao nodded:
"You can scream even if you scream your throat out, but no one will come to save you."

At this critical moment, Bai Ma actually saw an interested expression on the face of a certain boy.

[This mother is really a lunatic!] Bai Ma cursed in his heart.

He was going to be killed, and the person who killed him actually thought it was fun! If this wasn't madness, then what was this?
The eldest son of the Bai family completely forgot that when he hosted a banquet and invited the madman, he served the madman's head first and then the legs, thinking it was a funny thing.

"Even if I have to die, I want to die with a clear conscience." The white horse smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty and I don't actually have such a deep hatred."

Seeing that the madman didn't pounce on him, the white horse became bolder and pointed at the clothes on the ground:

"A noble should not die naked. Can you allow the horse to wear clothes before killing it?"

“Heh.” Ying Chengjiao laughed but didn’t mean to smile. He sheathed his sword and said, “You are quite particular.”

After kicking the clothes on the ground to the white horse's feet, the young man stepped back and folded his arms, saying:
"Put it on."

Seeing that the sword that posed the greatest threat to him had been sheathed, Bai Ma was overjoyed:
[This guy is not completely crazy yet!]
"Thank you, Lord."

He put down the incense burner, kept his eye on the young man, and deliberately slowed down his pace while getting dressed.

Delay time to think about the escape method, and be ready to grab the incense burner and throw it at any time.

[Although this guy really wants to kill me, he still shows courtesy. This is my chance to survive!] Bai Ma made up his mind and dressed faster.

After putting on his clothes, Bai Ma fanned his nose with one hand and asked tentatively:

"Do you smell anything strange? Can you open the window?"

"Open." After Bai Ma said this, Ying Chengjiao really felt that the smell of hormones in the room was unpleasant.

Bai Ma suppressed his surprise and opened the window.

This window has been open for a long time.

After opening the window, Bai Ma looked at Chang'an Jun with a guilty look, glanced at Qin Jian who was still in the sheath, and felt relieved:
"Ma thought he didn't have much hatred against the Lord, but in fact..."

"There's no rush for that." The young man interrupted Bai Ma and said, "You can talk later. Listen to me first."

"Yes!" Bai Ma responded quickly.

Anyone can say it, as long as someone says it!

In order to show his humility, he even used the word "wei" instead of "nuo" to express his humility.

He glanced at the door behind the young man and thought that the people outside were all riding white horses belonging to the young man, so he gave up the idea of ​​rushing over to subdue the young man.

It would be better for him to listen to what the boy in front of him said, as his family would be here soon.

When I heard this, I was stunned.

"I came from two thousand years ago..."

(End of this chapter)