Upstairs and downstairs?

But it was what I saw when I entered the brothel today.

Lively, noisy, glitz, decadent, and debauchery, this seems to be the best description of brothels.

Ye Changqing was a little worried, "Are you serious?"

"This is nature." Fu Yinshuang nodded.

"That song..."

"You want to sing, but I don't want to listen." Fu Yinshuang seemed a little impatient, "Why, can't I write a poem?"

Ye Changqing looked at Su Che, who looked thoughtful and did not speak.

"It's just a poem." Ye Changqing cleared his throat and said, "You listen."

"Slow down." Fu Yinshuang interrupted.

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Changqing felt that most of the poem that had finally come to him had dispersed.

Fu Yinshuang smiled, "You can write poetry?"

"Of course I will!" Ye Changqing was angry.

In fact, he was thinking about how many literati in the world were, and there were countless famous poems and poems throughout the ages. He just wanted to copy a poem and said it was written by himself. Could it be that the person in front of him could still hear it?

Thinking of this, Ye Changqing couldn't help but thank a senior brother in the door for coming. If he hadn't heard a lot of romantic affairs about brothels from the other party, how could he have learned a few poems about brothels?

"You have to think about it before you talk about it." Fu Yinshuang said lightly: "If you use the poems written by others to show off, whether you are a disciple of Guanchao Pavilion, you will drive you out directly. If you lose your identity at that time, don't blame me for showing mercy."

Ye Changqing was thinking, but when he heard this, he was even more angry.

Never have anyone dared to talk to him like this, really thinking that he has no temper?

Immediately, he didn't care whether he was a poem or not. He would have a direct attack when his purpose was.

But he was about to take action, but the person around him pressed his arm down.

Ye Changqing looked over and saw that there was still something wrong with him.

Su Che shook his head gently and said, "It's not difficult to just write a poem."

Ye Changqing was stunned and calmed down, "You really know how to write poetry?"

Fu Yinshuang also looked at him and didn't say anything.

"Just Miss Fu is so confident, so what if the poems we recited were written by our predecessors?" Su Che said.

"It depends on your character." Fu Yinshuang just looked at him and said.

Su Che nodded, turned around, and opened the door.

"I'm holding it in this room, but I don't have much poetry." He turned around, as if he was explaining, as if he was asking the other party's consent.

"It's okay." Fu Yinshuang chuckled, got up and walked over.

The maid at the door saw that the door was open, so she hurried over to ask. When she saw that she came out, she stepped aside.

Su Che noticed that the other party was very skillful in bowing and retreating, and there were traces of officials or palaces in his arms.

Outside the railing, there are red silk lanterns, and downstairs are noisy voices.

The flower guest was close to the girl, hugging her, and she was scattered. She was teasing her and wanted to refuse.

"Writing poems on the spot is not that fast." Ye Changqing said.

Fu Yinshuang gently supported the railing, her eyes reflected her brilliance and said, "How long does it take for you, I'm not in a hurry."

Ye Changqing choked, and they were indeed anxious.

At that moment, he couldn't help but lean towards Su Che and whispered: "Do you have it?"

Su Che rolled his eyes and said, "I have it."

Ye Changqing's eyes lit up, a little surprised and a little suspicious.

Sure enough, Fu Yinshuang spoke, "You have read books, don't mess around with everything, and make a mess."

"Miss Fu is safe," Su Che said: "I still have a lower character."

Knowing that he had guessed who was the one who dominated all this, he blocked himself. Fu Yinshuang didn't care, but just raised her hand and signaled to ask for help.

Su Che looked upstairs and downstairs, and there was a brothel singing song in his ears, a flower guest drinking, and there seemed to be a singing softly, which made people feel itchy and shy when they heard it, and wanted to find out.

He was silent at this time, and was distinct from the surroundings, but he was harmonious and incompatible.

Ye Changqing was a little surprised when he saw him.

Fu Yinshuang looked at him with a smile, but there was a cold feeling in her eyes.

Anyone who follows that person will have no favoritism for the person in front of him.

Just because his name is Su Che.

After a few breaths, Su Che held the railing and whispered: "Gathering to celebrate the banquet of the Red House, the fragrance is fragrant and the silver hook is on the curtain. The elephant board is tapped, the jade cup is full of drinks, and the beautiful song is low."

Fu Yinshuang frowned slightly, opened her red lips lightly, but she had already recorded it and was reading it silently.

Ye Changqing could understand and felt that the words and sentences were really simple and straightforward, and the way of poetry was nothing more than that. But he also thought, why can't he say such a simple sentence?

"Get a long-lasting phoenix and friends, and the swallows and orioles will be together in this life." Su Che sang softly, "When you speak in the same language, you will be prepared for your affection. How many romantic things will you do when you are drunk in front of the flowers."

After hearing this, Ye Changqing knew that the poem had been written, and nodded and said, "Not bad."

He is a warrior and a practitioner. He is naturally not very familiar with the way of poetry, and only thinks that this poem does sound interesting.

There is a kind of sourness that a literati and poet wants to talk to, half-hidden.

Su Che looked at Fu Yinshuang beside him and asked, "What do Miss Fu think?"

"Shangke." Fu Yinshuang pursed her lips slightly, then turned around and went into the room. It seemed that she didn't plan to talk to them anymore.

"Ah" Ye Changqing was unhappy and wanted to catch up.

On the side, the maid took a step sideways, blocked him, and said, "The person you are looking for is Hua San Lane in Qinglongfang."

As she said that, she also closed the door.

Su Che kept watching. When the door was about to close, he looked at each other with the person behind the door, and the other party was cold. In a trance, he felt that the other party was somewhat similar to the girl in the robe before.

It’s not appearance, nor is it temperament, it’s just an inexplicable feeling, as if the two have a deep connection.

Is it because they are all from Yushu, Su Che thought.

...

After getting the news that they wanted to know, the two of them naturally had to leave.

When he went downstairs, Ye Changqing looked at Su Che and couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect you to really know how to write poetry."

Su Che shook his head, "It was that Miss Fu who gave her face."

When Ye Changqing heard this, he thought it was indeed the case. At that moment, he couldn't help but ask: "Why did she let go when you said that the furnishings in the room were all from the General's Mansion?"

Previously, the woman named Fu had harsh words and deeds and refused to give in and insisted on singing a song.

Therefore, Ye Changqing was of course curious about the other party’s resignation.

Su Che said: "Who knows?"

Ye Changqing frowned, and naturally didn't believe it, thinking that he was hiding something from him.

But before he could ask questions, he found that the people around him stopped.

Ye Changqing was stunned and looked at it.

It was the high platform in the lobby. It was originally used by brothel women to perform singing and dancing, but at this time, a long and wide table was placed, and then half of the table was surrounded by white silk and silk cloth.

In this way, only the front of the high platform can see the table and the scene on the stage, and no matter how it is surrounded, there is no way to see the inside.
Chapter completed!