"Is this young master Xu?"

Xu Qi'an heard someone calling his name from behind.

Damn, being recognized while strolling in the brothel? He cursed inwardly while turning around and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Behind him was a delicate-looking young man, dressed in a blue shirt, matching the attire of the young man standing at the entrance of the Official Brothel Sector.

"Young Master Xu, Miss Ming Yan from my family would like to invite you for tea." The delicate young man bowed and smiled obsequiously.

Ming Yan... Xu Qi'an searched his memory for a moment and knew who this Ming Yan was. She was also a courtesan, a top-ranked one who was famous for her dancing, just like Fu Xiang, whom he was with earlier.

Of course, Fu Xiang had already become more famous than the other courtesans in the Official Brothel Sector due to her successful publicity.

Learning dancing... As is well known, the effects of dance and yoga are the same! Xu Qi'an's eyes lit up and he smiled, "Lead the way."

The delicate young man's face lit up with a smile and he kept bowing, "Young Master Xu, please follow me. This way, please..."

If Xu Qi'an went, Ming Yan would definitely be thrilled and would not be stingy with her reward. But if he returned empty-handed, he would be scolded.

The little gatekeeper who was about to greet Xu Qi'an at the entrance of the Official Brothel Sector saw this scene and his face changed slightly. He opened his mouth, intending to stop Xu Qi'an and scold his colleague for stealing his business.

But he realized that his status was not high enough to interfere in this matter, and he might even make Xu Qi'an dislike him.

He gritted his teeth, closed the door, and hurriedly ran into the courtyard.

"Sisters, something bad has happened." He entered the wine house and stood at the door, loudly warning the maids who were wiping tables and serving cold dishes.

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A tall and elegant maid frowned and looked over, her voice soft, "What's going on?"

The little gatekeeper was anxious and unwilling, "Someone took Young Master Xu away. It happened right outside the courtyard. The little servant from Ming Yan's courtyard snatched him away halfway."

"What?"

"This little slut just stole our mistress's man."

The maids were shocked, and the tall maid suddenly threw down the wet cloth, lifted her skirt, and rushed towards the main bedroom as if reporting military affairs.

...

In the main bedroom, Fu Xiang, wearing a plum blossom dress, sat lazily on the couch, holding a book in one hand, and tasting purple grapes while concentrating on reading a book of love stories.

The fruit plate was filled with seasonal fruits such as grapes, sugarcane, bananas, and winter dates.

The maid serving her squatted beside the bed, holding Fu Xiang's white and tender feet, massaging the acupoints on the soles of her feet.

"Madam has been absent-minded lately and not very happy. Are you thinking of Young Master Xu?"

"A stinky man, why would I think of him?" Fu Xiang shook her head.

"Then why do you have tea parties every night and always send me out to ask if Young Master Xu has come?" The maid whispered with a smile.

Fu Xiang frowned and pointed to the fruit plate, "All men in this world are the same, just like sugarcane."

"Sugarcane?"

"At first, it's sweet, and it makes your heart melt. But as you eat it, you'll find that it's just a mouthful of dregs in the end." Fu Xiang sneered.

She took off her dignified and gentle facade, and her eyebrows and eyes became more vivid and lively.The maid smiled and thought to herself, "Even if he's trash, he's really sweet when he's sweet. Every night when you're with him, the sound... it's just so satisfying."

Fu Xiang was originally fine, but the maid opened her mouth and she couldn't calm down. She pursed her lips and asked, "What do you think of Xu Lang?"

The maid smirked and said, "He's very powerful. Every night, he exhausts the Madam and makes her tremble when she walks."

Fu Xiang blushed and kicked the maid lightly. She pouted coquettishly and said, "Don't you think he's different from other men?"

The maid nodded and agreed, "He's more gentle than other men and doesn't have that arrogant attitude towards us. But when he stares at the Madam's chest, he's not any cleaner than other men outside."

"Men are all lustful," Fu Xiang didn't mind. She pinched a grape and put it in her mouth. "Recently, there's a half-verse circulating in the Official Brothel Sector. It's quite stunning. 'Sparse shadows slanting, water clear and shallow. Faint fragrance floating, moon dusk'. It's said to have come from the palace."

The maid nodded, "I heard it from the tea-drinking customers. It was made by one of the princes or princesses during a drinking game, but I don't know who."

At this time, a tall maid ran over, slightly panting and with a worried look. She said, "Madam, Xu Gongzi just came to the Official Brothel Sector..."

She paused for a few seconds and calmed her breath.

Fu Xiang said indifferently, "Serve him food and drink and let him wait outside."

She hadn't seen this man for almost ten days. He called her "Little Sweetie" under the moonlight, but then ignored her. He was just one man. It wasn't worth worrying about him.

The maid shook her head repeatedly, "Xu Gongzi was taken away by Ming Yan Niangzi's people halfway. He's already gone to her courtyard."

"What?!"

Fu Xiang stood up suddenly, her chest heaving. Her eyebrows furrowed and she gritted her teeth, "Change clothes, let's go to the Qingchi Courtyard."

...

In the elegant Jin Hall, Xu Qi'an smiled and admired the dancing courtesan.

She wore a light yellow gauze skirt, neither conservative nor gaudy, with bright eyes and a pointed chin. She had a spirited energy that other women in the Official Brothel Sector didn't have, thanks to her years of dance training. In addition, her figure wasn't curvaceous, but her proportions were excellent. Although her slightly bulging chest wasn't very large, it was definitely upright.

"I've been paying attention to Xu Gongzi for a while now, but unfortunately, whenever he comes to the Official Brothel Sector, he goes straight to the Shadow Plum Pavilion," Ming Yan's voice was gentle, with a hint of resentment and playfulness. She smiled and said, "Today, I finally caught my chance."

Xu Qi'an laughed and said, "Are you afraid of offending a beauty?" But in his heart, he was calculating. This courtesan was on the same level as Fu Xiang. Fu Xiang's price was thirty-two silver taels per night, and this one should be about the same, not counting the tea-drinking money.

"I didn't bring that much silver today, but I do have a lot of gold. Unfortunately, it can't be used as currency."

They chatted for a while, but then a maid rushed in, bowing her head. "Madam, Fu Xiang is here. We couldn't stop her."

(Note: ** refers to sexual content.)Ming Yan raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "It seems that Fu Xiang has deep feelings and loyalty towards the young master, considering it a forbidden fruit."

Xu Qi'an also raised his eyebrows. At first glance, this sentence seemed like a compliment, but upon closer inspection, it was actually sowing discord.

Being considered a forbidden fruit by a woman of the jianghu was not a glorious thing in the eyes of men in this era.

Ha, how bitchy... Xu Qi'an took a sip of wine, not feeling unhappy or annoyed. Different people have different attitudes. It's normal for women in the Official Brothel Sector to be bitchy.

Without a few brushes, how can one survive in this kind of place?

If we talk about the place with the most bitchiness, the emperor's harem is undoubtedly the leader of the industry.

Just as he was thinking this, Fu Xiang had already brought her maid in. The flower brothel madam had a calm face, her eyes flickering with sharp light. The moment she entered the room, her eyebrows and eyes suddenly became gentle, and she pitifully said, "I heard that Master Xu came to the Official Brothel Sector, and I also wanted to come and join in the fun and serve with Miss Ming Yan."

This level of speech was impressive. They didn't come to the Qingchi Courtyard to demand justice or fight, but to serve together.

It declared sovereignty, rebuked Ming Yan the flower brothel madam, and also pleased Xu Qi'an. Which man wouldn't want to be served by two flower brothel madams at the same time?

Ming Yan pulled up a warm smile. "It's such a hassle for Sister to come over. I was just about to talk to Master Xu about some confidential matters. With Sister here... it's not appropriate to speak anymore."

Fu Xiang pretended not to hear and naturally sat beside Xu Qi'an, carefully pouring wine and serving dishes, and tidying up his messy hair.

"Has Master Xu been busy with official duties lately?"

"Um." Xu Qi'an heard the flower brothel madam snuggling up to him and took the opportunity to hug her slender waist.

"Later, come to the Shadow Plum Pavilion. I'll massage your shoulders and acupoints." Fu Xiang said softly.

Ming Yan bit her silver teeth and wished she could drive this smelly woman out with a broomstick. She had already gained a great advantage and became a famous flower brothel madam. She should be content with that.

There was no reason to tie a man to her side and not give the sisters in the Official Brothel Sector a share of the pie.

Footsteps hurriedly approached again, and it was the same maid as before. She looked strange and glanced at Xu Qi'an before whispering, "Madam, several flower brothel madams have come..."

"What?!" Ming Yan and Fu Xiang exclaimed in surprise.

Xu Qi'an's ears moved, and he heard the twittering laughter of the birds and the bees. After a while, a group of high-quality beauties, dressed up and alluring but not vulgar, filed in.

Some were charming and sentimental, some were alluring and passionate, some were reserved like young ladies, and some were as gentle and weak as Daiyu.

Their styles were varied, but all seven of them could be called top-notch beauties in terms of figure and appearance.

"Hello, Master Xu!" The flower brothel madams stood in a row, bowed, and their voices were pleasant to the ear.

Xu Qi'an's mind was filled with four words: club models.

Fu Xiang and Ming Yan were so angry that they could die, but they still had to warmly entertain the flower brothel madams.

The brocade hall couldn't accommodate so many people, so Ming Yan the flower brothel madam invited everyone to the courtyard outside and arranged for the maids to serve delicious food and wine.

The nine flower brothel madams chatted and laughed easily, as if they were really good sisters. But from time to time, their eyes towards Xu Qi'an exposed the fact that they were secretly competing.They were all cunning people, lusting after Xu Qi'an's body, but not showing it. They maintained their identity and demeanor as courtesans.

However, Xu Qi'an smelled a hint of gunpowder, especially from Fu Xiang, who would reveal some impatience with her eyes and expressions.

"What, do you want to play the Nine Yin Scriptures?" Xu Qi'an joked while flirting with the courtesans, silently mocking them.

A talented courtesan proposed playing a drinking game.

After three rounds of drinking, Xu Qi'an's performance was mediocre, without any memorable poems or verses, disappointing the courtesans who came for him.

The talented courtesan who proposed the game smiled and asked, "Do you know the first half of the seven-character poem 'After getting drunk, one is not in the sky but in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams pressing on the Milky Way'?"

The courtesans suddenly became lively, saying, "Of course we know, what a beautiful verse."

Fu Xiang laughed and said, "It is said to have originated from the palace."

The talented courtesan nodded slightly and asked, "Do you know who wrote it?"

All the courtesans looked at her eagerly, asking if she knew.

Xu Qi'an lowered his head and drank.

The talented courtesan shook her head and said, "I don't know, but I know some other things that are not in the Official Brothel Sector."

She intentionally paused and drank slowly.

"Tell us, tell us," the courtesans urged anxiously.

Fu Xiang's attention was also drawn to her, her eyes shining and a smile unconsciously appearing on her lips.

Xu Qi'an had seen this expression before; it was similar to the one his ex-girlfriend and best friend had when talking about luxury bags in his past life.

The talented courtesan was satisfied with the courtesans' attitude and said, "This poem was also created during a drinking game, and the participants were all princesses and imperial daughters."

"Was it Princess Chang?" the courtesans guessed.

If any prince or princess could write such a masterpiece of poetry, it would surely be Princess Huai Qing, who was known for her talent.

"I don't know about that," the talented courtesan shook her head and glanced at Xu Qi'an with a provocative smile, "Although it's only half a poem, the level is not inferior to Xu Gongzi's 'Ode to Plum Blossoms.' But I think Xu Gongzi's poetic talent is unique, and that half-poem must have been a sudden inspiration, not as talented as Xu Gongzi's overflowing talent."

"Yes, yes, has Xu Gongzi written any new works lately? I have been admiring you for a long time," another charming courtesan threw a flirtatious glance at him.

The other courtesans did not speak, but looked at him with smiles and affection, both competitors and collaborators, trying to extract something valuable from Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an drank and laughed lightly, "My inspiration has dried up lately, and I haven't written anything new. After all, I can't write a poem every three or four days."

Hearing this, the women were disappointed at first, showing a hint of sadness, but then they realized that something was off.

Every three or four days? Wasn't Xu Gongzi's latest work the 'Ode to Plum Blossoms' dedicated to Fu Xiang? And before that was the 'Who in the World Doesn't Know You' dedicated to the hermit Ziyang? They didn't know that he was studying poetry.

Both poems had been around for a while and were widely circulated, but their popularity slowly declined. What did it mean to write a new work every three or four days? It meant that he had a new work three or four days ago.Aya remembered the half of a seven-character poem that had come from the palace. It took some time for the poems and songs from the palace to make their way to the Official Brothel Sector, so it was about the right time.

Her beautiful eyes widened, and her slender fingers tightened around the silk handkerchief. At this moment, her excited body trembled slightly as she gazed straight at Xu Qi'an, her voice trembling:

"Master Xu... your new work..."

Fu Xiang reacted the fastest and suddenly turned her head, her watery eyes reflecting Xu Qi'an's appearance.

It was a kind of excitement and nervousness that was hard to express, like suddenly discovering something beloved and cherished right beside oneself, causing joy and expectation.

The laughter suddenly stopped, and the hall fell silent. The clever and witty courtesans realized something and turned their heads one after another, casting complex and inexplicable glances.

Some were expectant, some were surprised, and some were confused.