When Meng Haoran sailed down to Yangzhou, Li Bai wrote the widely circulated classic verse: "My old friend bade farewell to Yellow Crane Tower in the west; in misty blossoms in the third lunar month, he sailed down to Yangzhou."
In short, Yangzhou's brothel industry was practically the Hollywood of the Tang Dynasty. It later drew wave after wave of poets and scholars, from Li Shangyin of the Late Tang Dynasty to Liu Yong and Jiang Kui of the Song Dynasty, all the way to Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty.
"Blockhead, a place of misty blossoms... that kind of place, right? What are you planning to do now... go there, or wait until next week for me to divine again?"
Seeing that Fu Hua said nothing, Cang Xiaoxuan could not help but leave the choice to her. After all, it was a pleasure district... Fu Hua faced two problems. What if the target was a courtesan already receiving clients? Would she still have to take her in?
Or perhaps the Madam... or the Pimp? That would be even more uncomfortable. The other problem was that Fu Hua was not a man. Going to a brothel...
"A brothel, huh... Wait for me. We'll go have a look around one today." Fu Hua gave a mysterious smile, looking not the least bit troubled. After saying that to Cang Xiaoxuan, she headed straight back to her room.
About the time it took to drink a cup of tea later, the door to Fu Hua's room opened again.
Then... a... What kind of celestial man was this? Dressed in white, folding fan in hand, gray hair cascading loosely over her shoulders, her flawless pale face seemed meticulously sculpted by the hands of the gods—brows like spring mountains, eyes like a cold river, a