In the beginning of spring, entering a cluster of flowers

  On the horseback was a handsome young man with a face as beautiful as jade, radiant and elegant, surpassing Pan An's beauty. He sat on the horseback, looking around proudly, with an air of being the only one in the world who is superior to others. If he hadn't grown up in a wealthy family from a young age, accustomed to a life of luxury and extravagance, it would be impossible for him to possess such an aura.

  The groom who led the horse was really too shabby, with a scar of burns on his face, not to mention ugly, but it made people unforgettable at first sight.

  Such a master-slave combination highlights the owner's beauty even more.

  The horse stopped, and the handsome young man helped the groom down from the horse. He puffed out his chest and walked into the courtyard with big strides. The heavily made-up women at the entrance of the courtyard saw him and immediately looked like wolves seeing fresh meat, their eyes flashing with delight. They swarmed towards him in a crowd.

  The young man hastily hid behind Zhen Ming's bitter body, not allowing those mediocre women to get close, and said: "Don't touch me, if Frost sister smells the scent of your makeup on me later, she'll definitely drive me out!"

  Those women saw Zhen's bitter fate and this dignified appearance, but also a servant's attire, they all shunned him, not even bothering to show any courtesy.

  At this time, a woman in her forties or fifties with crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and a red handkerchief in her hand came out from the courtyard to greet Zhen Ming.

  "Ah, a rare guest! Isn't this Young Master Yang? It's been many days since we last met. This time, why don't you come to my Xiangxiang Pavilion and sit for a while? My Xiangxiang Pavilion has many beautiful daughters who have lost their appetite due to thinking of you day and night!"

  What an old and lecherous procuress.

  Her face was heavily made up with a thick layer of foundation that could withstand bullets, her waist twisted and turned like a sturdy water bucket handle, her hips swaying as she walked in a gentle breeze-like motion. Before she even arrived, the intense fragrance had already wafted several meters away, assaulting people's nostrils. Especially when she used that sharp, ear-piercing voice of hers, uttering "nu jia" with every sentence, it gave people the sensation of having a dozen cat claws scratching their skin.

  The young man walked out from behind the screen, smiling and saying: "So it's Chen Mama from the Xiangxiang Pavilion. You've come at just the right time. I was just about to go listen to Frost Sister play a tune. Would you trouble yourself to inform Li Mama of the Baifa Building that... Ah, here comes someone. Give Chen Mama five taels of silver..."

  This young man opened his mouth and jumped up with five taels, completely unaware that the hard-earned money of poor ordinary people is not easy to come by.

  Zhenming's bitter brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't hesitate. He took out the remaining silver coins from his pocket and handed them over to the old procuress.

  The old procuress, beaming with joy, took the silver and tucked it into her waistband. She turned around and gave some instructions to a maidservant behind her, who then left. The old procuress turned back to the young man, smiling, and said: "I've already sent someone to inform them, but they won't be able to return for a while. Why don't you go to the main hall first and wait for a bit? Have some pastries and tea, and watch the girls perform. When the announcement is made, I'll call you again. How does that sound?"

  "It's best this way, thank you, Madam Chen." The young man had long been familiar with the procedures here and nodded in response. The old madam led him, along with Zhen Ming and Su, into the main gate of Hong Xing Villa.

  ……

  As soon as I entered the hall, a melodious and pleasant music mixed with the sound of clinking glasses and drinking games, the sound of reciting poems and making couplets, the sweet and charming voice of women's tender words came in, rushing into my ears, buzzing with noise.

  The smell of wine, the smell of cosmetics, and the smell of dishes all mixed together, almost suffocating.

  Zhen Ming bitterly glanced around him.

  Here is a large reception hall covering an area of half a football field, the most striking thing is the beautiful and magnificent stage in the center of the hall.

  A dozen or so women wearing cheongsam and feathered clothes, revealing their fair and plump beautiful legs, were dancing elegantly to the melodious music, using their slender and graceful bodies to interpret the beauty of female physique.

  Usually, the women seen on the streets are wrapped up tightly, but now suddenly so many women with a large expanse of white thighs exposed have appeared, as if from two different worlds, making people wonder if time and space have gone awry.

  The central stage in the hall is specially designed, and the entire hall is like a small ancient Roman arena, with the middle being low and the surroundings being high. Unlike the solemn killing atmosphere of the ancient Roman arena, this place is filled with the lively and fragrant scent of cosmetics.

  The outermost part was a circular walkway and railing, with a row of small tables along the passageway, where guests who had ordered rooms sat waiting to be summoned by the fairies. Some people even stood up, leaning against the railing, watching the singing and dancing performances in the center of the hall, occasionally bursting into ear-piercing applause.

  Below the fence were more than a dozen viewing platforms set up around the stage, separated by screens. On each platform was a banquet table, filled with guests, and beside each guest sat a beautifully dressed woman, smiling brightly as she poured wine and served dishes to the guests beside her. It was clear that these were all esteemed and distinguished guests.

  A four-story high wall surrounds the stage, and from time to time, drunken men on the corridors upstairs make loud noises, some recite poetry loudly, some tease women, and some drunk men with blurred eyes, under the support of women, enter the room and close the door.

  Directly opposite the entrance of the building, on the second floor railing, a plaque inlaid with jade was hung, inscribed with two large golden characters:

  Calling Spring Pavilion

  Madam Chen walked over to the slave standing guard at the entrance of the hall, asked a few questions and then came back saying: "Young Master Yang, you see that you arrived a bit too late today, all the seats inside are already taken. How about we make an exception for you and have you sit on the side for now? When there's a vacancy, I'll arrange for you to be seated inside, what do you think?"

  "Thank you so much, Aunt Chen."

  "Oh my, Master Yang, you're too polite, I'm not worthy of it. You're a noble guest in our humble abode, and I fear that if I don't attend to your needs properly, the master of the house will scold me, and I'll be in for a world of trouble... hehehe..."

  Madam Chen covered her mouth with a red silk handkerchief and smiled like a hen laying eggs, twisting her waist and hips as she led the two of them to one of the reception tables in the corridor. "Young Master Yang, please sit for a while and watch the song and dance performance. I'll go attend to the other guests first. When I come back, I'll have someone take you on board."

  The young man nodded in response, and the old procuress turned around, taking small steps, walking towards the entrance of the hall.

  "Get on board?" Zhen Ming was somewhat puzzled.

  "You'll know soon." The young man sat on the table, propping up his cheeks with both hands, staring blankly and responding perfunctorily. Judging from his appearance, he seemed completely uninterested in the singing and dancing performance on stage.

  Zhen Ming bitterly asked: "Such a beautiful song and dance, why don't you watch?"

  "Hmph, is this what they call dance? Frost sister's choreographed song and dance, that's the real flying heavenly maiden."

  Zhen Ming's bitter gaze swept back to the center of the stage, where a dozen or so beautiful women with slender waists and charming expressions were gathered. Each one was a rare beauty with skin as white as jade and bones as delicate as ice, their faces and figures unmatched in all the land. Their bodies were lithe and elegant, their dance movements exquisite.

  It's stunning enough for a woman to dance like this, but when over ten women with their own unique charm dance together, it can only be described as breathtaking.

  If this is not considered flying fairy maiden, I really don't know what is.

  As the song came to an end, a dozen or so women rushed to the front of the stage, bowing and thanking the audience. The surrounding area erupted in applause, with whistling sounds filling the air. Guests pulled out white handkerchiefs, scarves, and headscarves from their pockets, wrapped around gold and silver jewelry, and threw them towards the center of the stage.

  The woman on the stage withdrew quietly amidst applause and whistles, and a handsome man walked up from below the stage, saying loudly: "Next is the sword wheel dance performed by Zuiyue, the flower head of Chenxiang Pavilion!"