From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Yunzhou is located in the southeast, with many rivers and lakes, rich products and prosperity since ancient times.

Yunjiang River runs through the city, and the two banks are covered with willows and smoke, with Qinlou and Chuguan competing with each other, and all kinds of flowers competing for beauty. Scholars gather and romantic figures appear. The night is the most lively.

When Zhou Yuan came here, he was also a little shocked.

The big brothels are flying flags, and the balconies are decorated with beautiful women, and they are really intoxicating.

But the most popular ones are Xianchulou and Baihuaguan. These two brothels have a deep foundation and have cultivated many courtesans. They are deeply loved by scholars and scholars, and luxury merchants are also constantly coming and going.

Zhou Yuan's heart was a little nervous. Can the fifty taels of silver that his mother-in-law just gave him support the expenses tonight?

In order to get some money for Zhao Jianjia, I really took great pains.

But the real purpose is to gain experience.

With a warm greeting, Zhou Yuan walked into the Baihua Pavilion, where there were colorful lights and colorful shadows.

The woman with a slender waist was wearing light clothes, twisting her body to accompany customers to drink and play various elegant games.

After all, it was a high-end place, and everyone had a certain status. It was impossible to play so fancy in the hall, and basic decency was still required.

However, this still made Zhou Yuan a little hot, and at the invitation of the nanny, he sat in a booth.

Six or seven girls surrounded him, and the nanny chuckled and said, "Sir, this is your first time here, the girls in our Baihua Pavilion are all famous for being good, you have to pick more."

Zhou Yuan sneered in his heart, it's not like I haven't seen the world, I must have made a strategy before coming here, how could I pick blindly?

He waved his hand and said, "Leave one to drink with me, and the others can leave."

Although he had learned more, he did not forget that he was here to solicit sponsorship this time, so of course he had to find the person with the most influence.

The nanny seemed to have an idea in her mind, and smiled with narrowed eyes: "Oh, you are here for the Fairy of Flowers again, so I wish you good luck!"

The Fairy of Flowers is naturally the courtesan of the Baihua Tower. She is 18 years old this year and has been popular for four years.

Logically speaking, the courtesan of this age is basically at the end of her career, and the successor is about to come on stage.

Of course, this is also the time when the courtesan has the most say, at least it is no problem to decide on the sponsorship of several hundred taels of silver.

On the one hand, he wants to get money, and on the other hand, he wants to get the courtesan. Today, Zhou Yuan wants to kill two birds with one stone and make money while standing.

"You must have come here for Sister Baihua with all your preparations!"

The girl who stayed behind is called Siyu, a nice name, beautiful, slim, and soft voice.

She poured wine for Zhou Yuan, handed it to him delicately, and twisted her body against Zhou Yuan.

As expected of Baihualou, it's professional!

"I didn't prepare much."

Zhou Yuan drank the wine, and started to work with his hands, and said calmly: "I have no experience in men and women, and I don't know how to please girls. Do you know what Baihua Fairy likes?"

Siyu trembled, and felt that all her strength was gone.

Sir... Just your hands, you also call it inexperienced? Three or five times, I almost couldn't control myself.

Siyu pleaded in her eyes: "Sir, spare me, Siyu can't stand it... As everyone knows, Sister Baihua likes poetry. If you have talent, Sister Baihua will definitely like it."

In ancient times, brothels were places for literati and scholars. Rich merchants often couldn't get the biggest advantage. Only celebrities and talents could win the first place.

Zhou Yuan chatted with Siyu in a casual way. After about half an hour, under the attention of the crowd, the Fairy of Flowers finally showed up.

She was tall, with a slender waist, exquisite curves, and a delicate and charming appearance. Every look was full of unimaginable charm.

As expected of a famous courtesan for many years, she had a very good manner and her every move was fascinating.

Amid the cheers, Zhou Yuan was also attracted by the Fairy of Flowers and was completely focused.

Siyu fell softly on the bed, feeling relieved. Sister Baihua was finally here, otherwise she would have been dehydrated tonight.

This young man had too many tricks, and it was completely unbearable.

"Gentlemen, Baihua is polite."

The courtesan bowed slightly, her voice was like a cuckoo, clear and pleasant, and a little illusory.

But just one sentence made the people below shout, and they shouted, almost rushing to the stage.

The Fairy of Flowers looked very charming. She first made everyone laugh with a bunch of professional words, and then made several big men in the audience look like pigs with a few looks. Her rhythm control was quite good.

The atmosphere slowly reached its climax, and the Fairy of Flowers said: "You all know what I want. I am looking forward to a good man and waiting for good news. Only a poem can make me fall in love with him."

"I wonder which gentleman is willing to let me fall in love with him."

The shouting of the people below gradually stopped, because they all knewThe highlight is coming. For a long time, many scholars have been trying hard to become the guests of the Fairy of Flowers. They don’t know how many ghostwriters they have hired.

"Fairy of Flowers, I have admired you for a long time and have a poem for you."

The young man in gorgeous clothes stood up with a confident expression. The people around him frowned or sighed.

Seeing this situation, Zhou Yuan couldn't help but whispered, "Who is he?"

Si Yu whispered, "Mr. Liu Zhe, a member of the Yunzhou Poetry Society, the beloved son of the prefect, and he has some talent."

What a strong rival. Zhou Yuan didn't expect that he would meet the son of a parent official when he came here for the first time. His father is one level higher than his father-in-law.

However, his father-in-law is a top scholar and has a promising future. He will eventually return to the capital.

Fairy Baihua naturally knew such a person, so she whispered, "Please tell me, Master Liu."

Liu Zhe cleared his throat and said, "Spring flowers are budding with white frost, and thin mist and sad clouds are wearing red makeup. The flying birds are diligent and know my intention, and they toss and turn to tell me their worries."

As soon as the voice fell, someone shouted that the poem was good, and then the whole room cheered.

Zhou Yuan was stunned. This surname Liu was generous, not referring to the poem, but to... he must have spent a lot of money to invite these supporting actors to cheer for him.

The first two sentences of this poem are obviously praising the beauty of Fairy Baihua, and at the same time, they feel sorry for her situation, so there are spring flowers and red makeup, as well as white frost and sad clouds.

The last two sentences are just a simple confession, and the artistic conception is similar to "Swallow, how can I live without you", which is quite vulgar.

This kind of poem is not even considered to be standard, and now it has won the applause of the whole room. Obviously, Master Liu has prepared a trick in advance.

This guy is quite scheming!

Fairy Baihua was experienced and of course saw something was wrong. She smiled and said, "Mr. Liu is very talented. I am very happy to have this poem."

After changing her tone, she smiled and said, "Is there anyone else who can write a poem tonight to compete with Mr. Liu?"

Just kidding, only a fool would stand up and go against the son of the prefect at this time!

So Zhou Yuan, the fool, stood up and said with a smile, "I am not talented, but I have a poem."

Fairy Baihua looked at Zhou Yuan with clear eyes.

She didn't expect that someone would dare to write a poem for her in this situation today.

After all, Liu Zhe had planned it carefully this time, and she saw it at a glance. She asked if there were other poems, but she just wanted to buy some time and find a way to get out.

But Zhou Yuan gave her a surprise.

And Liu Zhe looked at Zhou Yuan suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, full of oppression.

He smiled faintly and said, "Oh, it seems that I am just throwing out a brick to attract jade. Can this young man really write a poem?"

The subtext is: Don't seek death, you still have a chance to quit now.

Zhou Yuan didn't even look at him, just looked at the Fairy of Flowers on the stage.

He said softly: "The jade incense burner, the red wax tears, shine on the autumn thoughts in the painting hall. The eyebrows are thin and green, the hair is withered, and the night is long and the pillow is cold."

"The phoenix tree, the rain at three o'clock, don't say that the feeling of separation is painful. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the empty steps drip until dawn."

As Zhou Yuan's voice sounded, the whole hall was silent, even the laughter of the woman upstairs disappeared.

Everyone was immersed in this poem, savoring the rhyme in it.

Fairy Baihua was also extremely shocked. She thought Zhou Yuan was just a shield to help her divert Liu Zhe's conflict, but she didn't expect...

But she didn't expect... the deep melancholy, the insoluble sorrow, the coldness, misery, and longing in this poem were all integrated into it, like needles piercing her heart, making her tremble all over.

Her eyes were a little red, tears were rolling, she wanted to say something, but she was choked.

The other women were even more moved, and bitterness surged in their hearts for a while, and tears couldn't help flowing out.

Zhou Yuan was also a little shocked. He knew that to impress men, you need to use heroic poems, and to impress women, you need delicate emotions.

Using Huajian School's boudoir poems to target women is definitely effective.

But he didn't expect it to be so effective!

They all cried, what should he do now?