Chapter 141: Battle at the Brothel 4 (1/2)
Yu Chan was a woman with an aura as elegant as an orchid flower, stemming from her pure heart that was as sweet as a cumaru tree.
“This is our big brother!” Wang Meng proudly pointed at Feng Feiyun.
A hunchback, a vicious bald brute, a middle-aged man with a smile that was not a smile, and also a young beggar!
The scene inside this private room was even worse than her imagination. It was indeed just like going to a bandit or refugee camp. However, these people looked so strange yet they were able to afford 100,000 gold coins.
Although Yu Chan was only near seventeen years old this year, her wisdom was far greater than other girls of the same age. She assumed that these men didn’t have any great origin and it was more like they had just picked up 100,000 golden paper from the street and immediately came here to the brothel.
“Wow!”
Luotuo Zi and Wu Jiu were stunned as they glared intensely at Yu Chan who was walking in. Their noses also started bleeding and the blood constantly dripped to the ground, staining the floor red.
Seeing such a scene, Yu Chan gently bit her lips and wished that she could turn around and instantly leave for she didn’t want to stay at this disgusting place a second longer.
She was really disappointed.
‘I’ll just play a tune to make them happy then immediately leave.’
Even though she had such thoughts in her mind, her face still maintained an auspicious fairy-like smile as her hair gently swayed. She slightly bowed down towards Feng Feiyun and softly spoke: “Yu Chan greets… young masters and am happy to play a tune for entertainment!”
After finishing her words, she held the guqin and walked over towards the platform with the curtain and didn’t even glance at the few bandits.
Feng Feiyun was clever; he naturally understood that his current appearance was not very flattering and it disappointed the lady. A woman naturally would not like a man who wasn’t at a certain level of attractiveness. However, if a man had enough money, then he will also become very handsome in the eyes of women.
“Wu Jiu, send 300,000 gold coins over to Lady Yu Chan as a greeting gift.” Feng Feiyun played with his wine cup in one hand while taking out 300,000 gold coins worth of paper money and handed it over to Wu Jiu so that he could bring it over.
Yu Chan, who was lifting the white curtain, suddenly stopped after hearing these words. Her heart suddenly jumped; 300,000 gold coins, what was this man’s identity?
Even though there were torrential waves in her heart, Yu Chan still maintained a calm expression as she turned around and glanced at Feng Feiyun with her pretty crescent eyes while speaking: “On the contrary, it is Yu Chan’s impoliteness. To be able to meet young noble at such a mundane place, this is a type of fate so I will first respect young noble with a cup of wine.”
300,000 gold coins had caused her to feel Feng Feiyun’s influence, so she gave up on playing the guqin and decided to drink with Feng Feiyun instead.
Even though Feng Feiyun was dressed slovenly with unflattering clothing, he still cooly laughed and said: “Since the young lady does not believe there is a pearl within the water, would you have me travel to the ends of the earth and ask the sun instead?” [1. Pearl within the water is the beauty of oneself, but others do not see it. Must this person go to the end of the earth to find someone who will appreciate him? Text from Zutangji, an abstract Buddhist writing.]
Yu Chan was slightly surprised and didn’t think that this beggar had a literary side to him. He actually used Buddhist grievances to insinuate that she was a type of person who only looks at external appearances. She slightly smiled apologetically and said: “I belong to the blue sky where even the clouds are carefree. Life is a tree without a root, the winds will return the fallen leaves. Young Master is a great man so please forgive Yu Chan who was narrow-minded. If Young Master was truly angry at Yu Chan, then Yu Chan could only punish herself by drinking three cups of wine.” [2. Poem by Kuang Ren about a conversation between an ordinary man and an enlightened one. The ordinary man asked: ‘Where are you from, and where are you going?’ The enlightened one answered with the first line of the poem meaning that he was carefree without being afraid of death or attached to life. The second line is an explanation that as long as someone believes in Buddhism, life was eternal. The autumn will blow the fallen leaves away and spring will soon send it back. So what Yu Chan is saying that life was fleeting with this poem, and she is asking for Feng Feiyun to forgive her. She is using this poem in a slightly different way to get her point across.]
“Haha! Lady Yu Chan is deserving of your reputation as a knowledgeable and talented woman. This Feng is convinced with admiration.” Feng Feiyun took out two cups and the girl next to him quickly filled them up. Feng Feiyun raised one cup and said: “I will drink three cups with Lady Yu Chan.”
Yu Chan took off her white fox fur coat and also handed her guqin to a nearby girl, then she slowly sat down next to Feng Feiyun. Her jade body exuded an alluring fragrance as her warm and delicate body attached to Feng Feiyun’s hand. She reached out with her two slender fingers to pick up the bronze wine cup.
Her pink lips, under the candlelight, was especially attractive and increased her elegant yet noble qualities. Only Feng Feiyun was able to calmly smile in front of her presence.
“Pouring sir a cup of wine to finely drink before the spring wind.” Yu Chan’s voice carried an alluring sensation like the mellifluous melody of a sparrow next to Feng Feiyun’s ear.
Even though Feng Feiyun was very wary of beautiful women, he was also a normal man. Any normal man, when met with a women intentionally charming them, would not shy away from certain inevitable things.
Moreover, Yu Chan was not only a beautiful woman, but also a talented woman!
A beauty was hard to find, but one that was pretty and talented was even more rare — men loved this type of rare existence.
“Coming across money just to spend it on wine without worry. Haha!” Feng Feiyun suddenly reached across and pulled Yu Chan in by the waist into his embrace, then he drank his cup of wine in one gulp. [3. Part of a poem named “Sing During Intoxication”, by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu. It is a poem with themes of sadness, depression, and even suicide with a criticism and commentary on their society.]
Yu Chan’s delicate body slightly quivered, but she quickly relaxed and revealed an experienced look before smiling as she drank her first cup.