Ming Dynasty: The Rampant Crown Prince

Unitary time.

Sunset.

The cold wind is howling and the snow is flying.

The pedestrians on the street put on cotton clothes, roasted the fire at home, and began to eat dinner, Nanjing City is also a city that never sleeps, there is no night curfew, because there is no prohibition at all.

The flower boats on the riverside, as well as all kinds of brothels in Qinglou, gambling houses are all singing every night, the wine is complete, and all kinds of snacks on the street are also not stalled, although the weather is cold, but the pedestrians are still not reduced.

"Brother Mu Zhai, don't come unharmed.

In the pear orchard, a group of literati saw Qian Qianyi walk in, and they all got up to say hello, their peers were all smiling, and the younger generations were full of respect, which was enough to show that Qian Qianyi's status among the literati was still very high.

After all, he is known as the writer of Jiang Zuosan's family.

"It's been a long time since I've been here with you, so let's sit down. Qian

Qianyi didn't dare to make more mistakes, followed by His Royal Highness the Prince, Li Ruolian, the commander of the Jinyi Guard, and eighteen His Royal Highness's personal guards, and there was also a group of Jinyi Guards standing outside.

"Tonight, the famous talented girl is choosing an oiran in the pear orchard, and many nobles, talents, and celebrities are here. A

man of the same age as Qian Qianyi sat down and said happily while waving the folding fan in his hand.

"That's good.

Qian Qianyi smiled faintly, looking a little restrained, according to the usual time, it must be poured with fine wine, the beauty watched, and the poem was reciprocated, but now it was necessary to be a little more restrained

, "Why have you stayed in the capital for a long time, and even people have become more and more serious?"

The man saw that Qian Qianyi was a little unable to let go, and said in a little surprise.

"Brother Wang, you have always been serious in the next place, don't talk nonsense.

Qian Qianyi subconsciously glanced at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sitting beside him, a little flustered.

Zhu Cihong didn't say much, Qian Qianyi loves to play how to play, as long as he doesn't go against him, any will of the court can only be said right, you can't stir people's hearts to say no, don't break the law, don't make trouble, it doesn't matter if you are a prostitute or not.

Literati.

Hehe.

Make a few poems, write a few words, I feel like a dick, in fact, I am extremely mediocre, I go in and out of the land of fireworks and willow alleys all day long, talk about national affairs, I think I am a talented person who is not used for it, hehe, I just read some books, and I am also a talent.

Those who have been famous for painting through the ages, poetry immortals, are the real talents, these, nameless people, arrogant and incompetent.

"Mother-san, what about the girls, why haven't you come out yet?"

After a while, after a round of fine wine and a song, before I could see everyone's figure, someone shouted.

"Don't worry, the selection meeting hasn't started yet, and the girls are still dressing up.

Mama Sang took the flower fan and swayed it, and walked into the inner courtyard as she spoke.

In the inner courtyard, a group of young girls are in front of the dresser, applying rouge gouache and making flower decorations, really beautiful and beautiful girls.

Several of these women are even more beautiful and moving, whether it is their figure or posture, they are all first-class, and these people are a few of them who are famous in Jiangnan and Qin Huai.

"Daughters, what are we?" asked

Mama-san, looking at the girls who were dressing up.

"From the outside, we're prostitutes. The

girls also answered loudly, this question Mama Sang has to ask every day, and they have to answer every day, this, of course, they all know why, just to find out their identity, everything must be on par with money, and can not expect to meet the truth, especially the true feelings of young talents.

"Good.

Mama Sang walked to the window, looked at the group of talented people below, literati, and said, "What are those stinky men outside?"

The

girls laughed.

"Be louder and say it again.

Mother Sang crossed her waist and looked at the group of laughing girls with dissatisfaction.

"Money!"

"Good.

Mom Sang nodded with satisfaction.

Not only those stinky men, bad men, and cheap men outside, are money in her eyes, and these children are also her own cash cows in her eyes, but Mama Sang is also really good for these daughters, and it is true.

In this land of fireworks and willow lanes, you can play anything, but you can't play with feelings, otherwise, it must be them who suffer the loss, a prostitute who wants to marry into a famous family in a beautiful way is a joke, so don't believe the nonsense of those stinky men, just recognize the money, at least protect yourself.

This is her purpose as a mother Sang, and it is also the purpose of teaching this group of girls, when she was young, she was also a person who suffered losses, as a person who came over, the bitch is ruthless, and the drama is not just said casually.

However, a few girls seemed very calm, and Mama Sang didn't say anything when she saw this, these women are one of the eight famous prostitutes in Jiangnan, they are not only the cash cow here, but also the living signboard here, she can't discipline it, and she can't discipline it.

The previous set is the truth for those ordinary women, but here are only half of these famous prostitutes, because the other half is still dreaming of what women want most.

Of course, they are also qualified to have this big dream in the Spring and Autumn Period, just to see if they can meet someone with a better conscience, but how many men who come here to play are good people with a conscience?

It's difficult, it's too difficult.

In the process of waiting, some of the nobles and gentry in Nanjing City have also arrived one after another, tonight's Oiran Night, is a relatively rare day, and the competition of several famous prostitutes is also a great attraction.

"That is Zhu Guobi.

Qian Qianyi looked at the person who walked in at the door, and whispered to Zhu Cihong's side: "The governor of Nanjing Jingying, holding the military power, is still a high authority.

Zhu Cihong turned his eyes and saw a man in his thirties walking in, greeting friends he knew around, this person looked talented, polite, it was hard to believe that he was actually a soft bone, holding 100,000 heavy soldiers, but opening the city gate and kneeling to meet the Jiannu dog thief, what a shame.

"The one next to Zhu Guobi is Xincheng Bo Zhao Zhilong, who has a good relationship with Zhu Guobi, and spends all day drinking and being embarrassed.

Qian Qianyi began to introduce Zhu Cihong to the Nanjing nobles and high-ranking officials who came in one after another.

Zhu Cihong looked at the man next to Zhu Guobi when he heard this, this one looked at it, his temperament on the surface was much worse, and at first glance, he was that kind of wine-colored person, and no Zhu Guobi would be able to disguise.

"That is the Marquis of Longping, the minister of the Nanjing Rite Department, the Nanjing Rite Minister, Liang Yungou, the Marquis of Anyuan, the Marquis of Yongchang, ......

" "Ma Shiying, Ruan Dacheng is also here, it was an invitation I sent, I will go over to socialize later, otherwise I will look very well-behaved."

Qian Qianyi looked at the two people who walked in again, and while introducing, he asked His Highness beside him.

"There you go.

Zhu Cihong smiled faintly, and also held a folding fan in his hand, pretending to be a literati, which was also presentable.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, tonight's Oiran meeting begins now. After

almost half of the dignitaries and nobles in Nanjing City came, Mama Sang stood up and announced loudly that it would take a while to start the Oiran Conference, one of which was to hang the appetite, the second was that the girls really had to dress up beautifully, and the third was to wait for those dignitaries and nobles who often came to patronize to expire.