In that era, visiting brothels was not ridiculed. On the contrary, many elegant things were created.

For example, this courtesan lady Tang Xixi, whether she is raising her own value or pretending to be noble, she is selling her skills but not her own. Moreover, she is not able to be a guest of the curtain just by spending money.

People are still picking, they need to have some literary talent and look similar. They look crooked and vulgar, and they may not accept you if they use a lot of money!

The most common one is to play some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. The right questions for reciting poems are difficult for the guests, and they seem to be educated, knowledgeable, and skilled. Ordinary people look down on them. They are not like ordinary people, standing in a row, posing in a pose, and actively teasing them in a flirting place.

When we arrived at the lobby of the back building, there was a "big teapot" who ran errands to arrange tables for the three of them, and arranged dishes and wine. Each table was one table, calling friends, and there were always thirty or forty suckers, and more than a dozen tables were sat.

"It's really-" Mr. Chen looked at these all kinds of people and couldn't help but shake his head, with contempt, and looked down on these three religions and all kinds of people.

Guo Chen stared with his big eyes, looked upstairs, and muttered, "What a big air, can't you even see a face?"

Meng Jiucheng sat down at another table. Listening to their conversation, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. He thought to himself, what is irritating is your appetite.

Seeing that the wine and food were ready, he started to eat and drink without hesitation. The wine and food were more than ten times more expensive than outside. It was useless to not eat it, and it was useless to eat it if you didn’t eat it.

Several women were sitting by the window upstairs, looking at the people downstairs through the gauze curtain.

"Sister, those people outside are so boring!" A young maid curled her mouth and said, "It's a small place, and there are not many decent people, which is disappointing."

"That's it! Look at them like that! I guess they have a few bad money and have to dress up as scholars. That vulgar look can be seen through at a glance!" Another maid said disdainfully: "Sister, let's quickly make the questions and let them get out of here and be clear."

"Pick the piano out!" The person called her sister was Tang Xixi. She stood by the window and looked out, and saw all kinds of people sitting below, whether they were vulgar or elegant, pretending to be serious, which was really ridiculous.

"Oh!" Tang Xixi disgusted, but sighed again and said, "These people come whenever they want, and sit when they want. It's so happy! If we can have such freedom, what else can we ask for? It's better to laugh at them as vulgar as they are, than to laugh at themselves without such a fate!"

"Sister, after taking revenge, aren't you free? Hey? Look at that person-" Ping'er suddenly discovered something new and smiled: "I dress like a human being, and I eat and drink like a starving ghost reincarnated."

Tang Xixi looked at it carefully, smiled faintly, and didn't agree.

"Hey, that seems to be Meng Shuai." Gui'er was the maid that Tang Xixi bought after arriving in Qingdao, but he was a local, and he even occasionally met Meng Jiucheng.

Tang Xixi was stunned for a moment, looked carefully, but did not find anything special.

Besides, everyone downstairs had too much food and drink, so they glanced upstairs from time to time, just waiting for the beauty to appear. They were anxious, but they still pretended to be calm and did not dare to show their rudeness.

Meng Jiucheng had almost finished eating, and looked around and felt amused. Just as he was looking at him, he found that someone was looking at him on a table diagonally opposite.

Bright eyes and white teeth, beautiful colors... Meng Jiucheng made an instant comment and couldn't help but smile.

When I put on men's clothes, I can recognize you tomboy.

Meng Jiucheng looked up slightly, stretched out his finger and pointed it on his Adam's apple, showing a teasing smile at the tomboy.

The tomboy's eyes widened, frowned, and gave Meng Jiucheng a fierce look, turning his head to ignore him.

At this moment, the sound of gentle footsteps sounded, and two women appeared at the entrance of the building with a veil and placed the piano on the table.

The noisy sound calmed down, and everyone looked at it, and saw a woman coming gracefully. Although she looked at her body through the gauze tent, she was also unbearable to see her body.

Tang Xixi sat down, and he played the strings of the piano with his hands. With a tinging dong, it burst out like jade beads, and then he started the piano like flowing water. The piano sound was sometimes graceful and sometimes excited, sometimes like flowing down the mountain ridge, and sometimes as simple and elegant as the sound of a bell at dusk.

Everyone here was either fascinated by the sound of the piano or the peerless face after the gauze. When the "Dingdong" sound stopped, it was as crisp as a drum drum, and the cheers immediately filled the entire hall.

"The sound of the piano is quiet, but it is light afterwards. A few strings sounds reveal a sense of excitement." Mr. Chen shook his head, as if he was still savoring it, "but the sound of the piano is not suitable for such a lively scene."

Guo Chen blinked his eyes, but he didn't have any insights. He was obviously a tone-deaf.

Although Meng Jiucheng could not hear the meaning of the piano, he was smart. After hearing Mr. Chen's comments, he soon gained his own understanding.

Falling into the dust is not a woman’s wish, but she is just an involuntary act. Tang Xixi is no exception.

Everyone in front of me held it, just for the beauty. How easy is it to find someone who is sincere to you and live a free and comfortable life? The face is fleeting, how can you serve others with beauty last for a long time?

Thinking of this, there is a brilliant sound in Tang Xixi's piano, which must be a clear intention. He hopes to be like the hermit who retired to the spring forest, no longer appear in front of others and force himself to smile.

Meng Jiucheng can think from the perspective of others, which is a strength, but he is not familiar with ancient music, so he does not have the elegant bones to distinguish the meaning of the piano. If it were not for others' comments, it would be difficult for him to think so deeply.

"Release the veil quickly and let me wait to see Miss Tang's face!" Some people started shouting, and some people echoed, yelling to see Tang Xixi.

Everyone shouted endlessly, and then they saw Qingxia picking up and walking out a young maid with bright eyes and white teeth, beautiful colors, and a little tender speech, but her melodious voice sounds very nice.

"It is a blessing for my girl to appreciate the honor. However, my girl also has rules for receiving guests. She does not sell herself, and only receives one person every night. Therefore, as usual, she has to ask questions and only meet with her if she answers well. After climbing the building, she has to take another exam. Only the best one can get along with my girl alone!"

After listening to the rules and thinking for a while, some people discovered the disadvantages. Whether this answer is good or not is not that Tang Xixi has the final say, but that it is not that he only compares his talents, but also depends on whether he can like it!

It's true that it's a society that depends on the face! Meng Jiucheng laughed in his heart. These idiots spent a lot of money to eat and drink, and only listened to one piano song. I'm afraid that even the other person's face can't be seen. Is it heartbreaking now?

Well, this is not the end. You have to pick some big heads and pay a fee for climbing the floor. It would be better to call it a "meeting fee" when you meet him!
Chapter completed!