Extraordinary Brothel (l)

Hao Zhen walked along the corridor. Although he had no impression in his head, it might be because the second soul merged into his body. He did not feel strange here at all. However, the brothel in the Song Dynasty still opened his eyes completely.

This is completely different from the brothel he imagined. Only in terms of architecture, there is no taste of vulgarity and dust. This should be in the back garden. The nine-curve corridor shuttles through the back garden poetically. Green bamboos stand in the garden, with rockery in the middle, plum blossoms stand proudly in it, and several cranes walk leisurely among the flowers. Not far away, there is a rippling pond with green waves. There is a pavilion on the pond, just like a landscape painting in ink and water moved from paper into the world. The most wonderful thing is that there is a guqin on the table in the middle of the pavilion, which shows that the owner has a transcendent taste and is well versed in music. If Hao Zhen had not known that this was a brothel, he would definitely think that this was the back garden of some famous official and scholar's ​​daughter. The water in the pool is running water. A river about three or four feet wide flows in from the base of the wall on this side and flows out from the base of the wall on the other side several dozen feet away. The wall is surrounded by iron fences to prevent people with ulterior motives from sneaking into the yard from underwater.

He couldn't take a close look at the pavilions and terraces that were built thousands of years ago, and hurried forward.

Every time he saw a building or flowers and plants, the blank memories in his mind were awakened and filled, and all the bits and pieces of his life here before came back. This made him very happy, because he didn't have to use the soul-leaving syndrome to cover up his confusion of traveling from the future to the Song Dynasty.

After walking a distance, a tall building stood in front of him. It is not an exaggeration to describe the building supported by two rows of dozens of pillars that several people can hug as a magnificent building. Hao Zhen couldn't help but be amazed. Which brothel is this? How could there be such a grand building? Hao Zhen trotted into the building, knowing that he had really entered the core area of ​​the so-called "Zhenyun Tower". The name "Zhenyun Tower" is indeed appropriate. If this building were put in the 21st century, it would have 10 or 8 floors. In ancient times, it should have been a remarkable project. The key problem is that there is also running water on the first floor of the building. Several rainbow-like bridges are flying over it, connecting a large stage in the middle like stars surrounding the moon.

Hao Zhen's blood began to boil, and he ran to the bridge and rushed straight to the middle.

Several maid-like women were on three or five small boats, lighting up the lotus-shaped lanterns floating on the water one by one. When the lotus lanterns were lit, a faint incense came out from the lotus leaves. The refreshing smell made people's noses itch, a little comfortable, a little uncomfortable.

Hao Zhen was so excited that he almost cried. At this time, a group of sweet laughter came out.

The women in colorful gauze came in like Lingbo. Their clothes were gorgeous but not vulgar. Their graceful figures under the gauze were imaginative but not coquettish. When they laughed, they were not pretentious, but seemed to be happy from the bottom of their hearts, as if being a prostitute was not a shameful thing. The women in front of him could not be said to be beautiful, but each of them was rare and worth a thousand bucks for.

This, this is simply heaven on earth.

Originally, Hao Zhen despised the fat woman who was respected as mother by everyone. Because he knew from the book that the mothers in the brothel, also known as the madams, usually started as prostitutes. After taking charge of everything in the brothel, they would continue to exploit other prostitutes by any means. But now he gradually admired the fat woman. It was a miracle that she could open such a large brothel and train these prostitutes to be transcendent and unworldly, without any worldly smell.