Ping Kang Square was directly south of Chongren Square. The northwest corner was the imperial city, and the southeast corner was the east market. The geographical location was very good. Like Chongren Square, there were many courts here. At the same time, many rich merchants chose to buy property here. Thus, brothels blossomed everywhere in Ping Kang Square.
Junyue Building was in the bustling area of Ping Kang Square. This three-story building looked very tall and could be seen as soon as one entered Ping Kang Square.
Ang Lee walked to the entrance of Junyue Building. After looking around for a long time, he did not see Yan Zhenqing. This made him hesitate. Should he enter or not? This was a brothel. What if he could not find Yan Zhenqing after entering?
"Young Master, why don't you come in and sit?"
A coquettishly dressed Lil 'Miss had unknowingly walked to Ang Lee's side.
Ang Lee paused slightly. "I am waiting for someone. I am waiting for someone."
"Young Master, it is the same if you go in and wait. Come."
Lil 'Miss was very polite. She stretched out her soft arms to pull Ang Lee in.
Ang Lee did not know what to do. He had no experience in this area. It was the first time he was pulled by a girl from a brothel. He could not help but be a little shy.
Lil 'Miss was amused by Ang Lee's appearance. "It seems that this is the first time young master is here. You are so shy. It will be better if you come a few more times in the future. Come, come in."
Such a warm invitation made Ang Lee's heart completely collapse. His body was in a state of half numbness. It was winter now. It was cold outside. Inside Junyue Building, it was warm and there was Lil 'Miss accompanying him. It was much more comfortable than outside.
"Wife, don't pull me. I will walk by myself."
Ang Lee was afraid of being laughed at by passersby and let Lil 'Miss let go.
Lil 'Miss rolled her eyes at Ang Lee mockingly. She pouted and resentfully let go of her hand.
The window on the second floor of Junyue Building was wide open. The tugging of Ang Lee and Lil 'Miss was naturally seen clearly by the Langjuns at the window.
"Brother Taibai, Brother Mojie, this is my nephew."
Yan Zhenqing smiled and pointed downstairs.
"Oh, that Ang Lee who defeated the Fan Army."
Yan Zhenqing nodded repeatedly. "That's right, that's right. I'll call him up to meet you."
"I'm fine. Uncle is here."
Yan Zhenqing shouted down the stairs.
Ang Lee raised his head and saw Yan Zhenqing and the other Langjuns looking at him with a smile. Then, didn't they see him pulling Lil 'Miss just now?
Uncle, you really know how to laugh at people.
Ang Lee's forehead was dripping with sweat as he quickly rushed into Jun Yue Building.
There was a large hall on the second floor, and there were many guests inside. Moreover, judging from their attire, most of them were of the scholarly class, which meant that they were literati who had something in their stomachs.
"Nephew pays his respects to uncle."
Ang Lee bowed to Yan Zhenqing politely.
Yan Zhenqing was grinning from ear to ear. He pulled Ang Lee aside and introduced, "Brother Taibai, Brother Mojie, this is my nephew, Ang Lee. His courtesy name is Wuyang. This is Li Bai, also known as Taibai. This is Wang Wei, also known as Mojie. They are uncle's best friends."
Ang Lee was stunned when he heard that. Li Bai and Wang Wei were both great poets in the Tang Dynasty. At this moment, they were standing in front of him, which surprised him too much.
"Uncle Li, Uncle Wang."
Since the two of them were much older than Ang Lee, and they called Yan Zhenqing brothers, Ang Lee naturally had to call them uncle.
"Good, good, good. Wuyang is young and promising. You've made great contributions to the Tang Dynasty at such a young age. You're not simple."
Wang Wei was the first to speak and praised him lightly.
Li Bai did not fall behind. He also praised, "Now that Wuyang is summoned by the Emperor in person, he must have a promising future. Haha …"
From Li Bai's praise, Ang Lee felt a little disappointed. After all, Li Bai was already 40 years old at this time, but he had made no achievements. Except for writing poems, he had no position in the imperial court. He was a middle-aged uncle with talent who was not recognized.
"Uncle, you're flattering me. Ang Lee doesn't deserve it."
Ang Lee was symbolically modest.
Later, Ang Lee became familiar with Li Bai, Wang Wei, and the others. They talked about everything as if they were good friends who had not seen each other for many years. And the people in the hall, after hearing about Ang Lee's achievements, ran over to get to know him. Some praised Ang Lee as a young hero. Of course, there were also people who doubted that Ang Lee's achievements were exaggerated.
However, Ang Lee smiled indifferently. As long as he had a clear conscience, it was fine. As for what others said, it was not too important.
After a few glasses of wine, Li Bai was in a mood to write poems. On the spot, he waved his pen and ink on the table. The literati in the hall were naturally not to be outdone. From time to time, someone wrote a poem and let everyone read it.
Ang Lee had no interest in things like reciting poems. However, there were a lot of young women coming and going in the hall. When the literati were drinking and competing in poems, Ang Lee secretly glanced at these beautiful young women and carefully compared them.
"Gentlemen, please be quiet."
A middle-aged woman dressed coquettishly walked into the hall.
Ang Lee just looked at this person and felt disgusted. Needless to say, this woman must be the procuress of Jun Yue Building.
"Gentlemen, our Jun Yue Building's top girl, Miss Wanting, will choose a gentleman to spend the night with tonight. Gentlemen, please seize the opportunity.
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When everyone heard this, they all burst into an uproar.
The top girl of Jun Yue Building was very famous. It was said that if you didn't have a hundred taels of gold, you wouldn't be able to see her. If you wanted to spend the night with her, you would need at least a thousand taels of gold.
Such a high price made ordinary people flinch. Many of the regular customers of Jun Yue Building still didn't know the true face of this Miss Wanting.
"How should we choose? Poetry or wine?"
Some young literati couldn't help but ask.
The procuress grinned: "Miss Wanting said that she admires heroes the most. Today, we will have a tossing pot competition. Whoever wins, Miss Wanting will be his tonight."
When the literati heard this, they were all very excited. Tossing pot was a part of the culture of the Tang dynasty. Both literati and martial artists liked it very much. Especially when there were banquets, there were often poetry, tossing pot competitions, and other social activities.
Tossing pot was originally evolved from archery. After all, archery was too dangerous and the requirements for the venue were high. It was difficult to hold it in a narrow room. Tossing pot was a pot with a mouth placed in the distance. People stood a few steps away and threw the arrow. This way, the safety was greatly improved and there was almost no requirement for people's arm strength. For this reason, it was quickly recognized by the people and was often used to hold this kind of competition.
Several young women brought six celadon pots and placed them in a row. Then they placed a stool six steps away as the starting point.
Each person had ten arrows. The one who threw the most arrows into the pot would win.
The distance of six steps was a bit far for these literati who usually just played. However, in order to take a chance, they bravely stood up.
There were more and more participants. Even middle-aged uncles like Li Bai and Wang Wei went forward to take the arrows with a smile, ready to give it a try.
After all, since ancient times, there were many talented people. The great poets Li Bai and Wang Wei were no exception. This was decided by the era and had nothing to do with morality.
However, Ang Lee, who came from the future, was a little uncomfortable. In his eyes, Li Bai and Wang Wei changed from great poets to wretched uncles in an instant.
Of course, this was just Ang Lee's personal opinion. In the era of the Tang dynasty, Li Bai and Wang Wei's behavior was the most normal. No one would doubt their character because of their participation in this activity.
"Wuyang, you also have a try."
Yan Zhenqing took ten arrows and looked at Ang Lee with a smile.
Ang Lee gently waved his hand: "Uncle, I'd better not join in the fun. If I can't even get one arrow in, I will lose face for you."
Yan Zhenqing grinned and pointed at Ang Lee: "Wuyang, Wuyang, you are too modest."
Obviously, Yan Zhenqing knew Ang Lee very well. With Ang Lee's proficiency in archery and horsemanship, throwing the pot was just a child's play. After all, archery was practiced from the very beginning. Ang Lee's archery was excellent, so he would definitely not be weak.
On the railing of the third floor of the Grand Pleasure Building, a woman in a pink cloak was looking at the second floor. Next to her was a young woman serving her.
"Sister Wanting, that Li Shaolang doesn't seem to want to participate in the competition. Is your name not enough to impress him?"
The young woman pursed her lips and felt injustice for Wanting. After all, Wanting held this activity for Ang Lee. Although she didn't know Ang Lee, she heard the legend of Ang Lee, so she couldn't help but feel a little moved. Therefore, she held this activity to meet Ang Lee.
Of course, with Ang Lee's young and handsome appearance and his military exploits for the imperial court, which woman wouldn't be tempted? Although Wanting was noble, most of the people she met were old men who stank of money. How could they be compared with Ang Lee?
Wan Ting didn't speak. She just sighed slightly. Although she was pursued, she was still a prostitute after all. Prostitutes had too many things that they couldn't control. Most of the time, they were just beautiful on the surface, but in fact, they were very miserable.
The competition was in full swing. Li Bai only shot one arrow, Wang Wei and Yan Zhenqing shot all of their arrows out of the pot, and the person with the best result shot six arrows.
Li An took a sip of wine and turned his head to look. He saw a middle-aged Langjun with a frightening appearance. He was grinning complacently, which made him feel nauseous.
"Poof!"
Ang Lee couldn't help but spit out the wine in his mouth.
"Gentlemen, I was lucky to win. Tonight, Miss Wanting is mine, haha."
The ugly middle-aged Langjun smiled from ear to ear, as if Miss Wanting was already in his arms.
On the railing of the third floor, Wanting looked at the middle-aged Langjun who had won. She wanted to die. She didn't want to serve such a disgusting person, but Ang Lee didn't participate in the competition, which made her very desperate.
"Sister Wanting, I'll go down."
The young woman beside her couldn't stand it anymore and strode down from the third floor.
At this moment, Ang Lee couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't have much interest in prostitutes, but he didn't want to see such a disgusting Langjun spoiling flowers.
"Li Shaolang, Sister Wanting asked me to give you this."
A young woman put ten arrows in Ang Lee's hand and looked at Ang Lee with expectation.
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