Since brothels have a name for a building, they will definitely be more than one floor.

Why do you need to build two floors?

It is said that at the beginning it was only one floor, but later the prostitutes stood outside and were swaying, which was very unbearable.

At that time, ordinary people had no money to come to such places to spend.

So who is the main force?

Officials, businessmen, gentry, scholars.

These people want to play women and also want to set up a arch for themselves, so they naturally have to be more elegant.

There is a market where there is demand. The madams keep up with the times and build the second or even the third floor. As soon as they enter, they are in the lobby. They look up at the high-sounding sound and think that they have to go upstairs.

This way, it also has a more elegant appearance. How good?

"Mr. Wang..."

The madam shook her handkerchief at a man who looked very majestic. The man coughed dryly and said, "Is it just tired of walking, is there tea inside? I'll leave after drinking it."

"Yes, yes! There is good tea, it smells fragrant!"

The madam came out ambiguously, and then heard the shouts of the women on the second floor, and couldn't help looking outside.

Several women on the second floor were shaking their handkerchiefs, and the handkerchiefs slowly fell down.

"Be careful, gentleman!"

Wen Xiaozhong suddenly appeared and his body suddenly jumped up.

He grabbed a handkerchief with his right hand, waved his left hand again, and grabbed another handkerchief.

But the third handkerchief floated down again.

And Wen Xiaozhong's hands couldn't reach it.

What a good thing Wen Xiaozhong saw him turn over and hook the handkerchief with magical skills. When he landed on the ground, the handkerchief was picked up and grabbed it.

He lowered his head and sniffed three handkerchiefs, and said, "Not poisonous."

"Where do you get so many poisons?"

Shen An felt that he was nervous.

"The fragrance is different, the lady will ask."

Wen Xiaozhong threw away the handkerchief and sneeze a few times.

Well!

Shen An felt that this reminder was very timely.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a young man with an excited expression.

Some look familiar?

"Duke of Shen County..."

Wu Zheng looked at Shen An, remembered what Shen An said to everyone at that time, and then remembered his experience of running into walls everywhere, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"What's wrong?"

The more Shen An looked at him, the more familiar he looked: "I remember you seem to be one of the censors? What's the name?"

"Wu Zheng." Wu Zheng wiped his tears and felt a little embarrassed.

"Wu Zheng..." Shen An thought for a while. He had an impression of this person, as if it was because Fu Bi had come to see him, "Is your family related to Fu Xiang?"

Shen An was really not interested in this nepotism censor. He was carrying a greasy paper bag in his hand, which contained snacks for his family.

Hot roasted tofu! Go home and get some of your own secret hot sauce and dip it. When you mouth it, it burns on the outside and tender on the inside, and the hot sauce and tofu explode...

Another small pot of fermented wine was light, and as the head of the family, Shen An felt satisfied.

"yes."

Wu Zheng remembered Fu Bi's attitude earlier and couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Why are you back?"

Shen An felt that he shouldn't have appeared in Bianliang at this moment.

"Secretary..."

Wu Zheng talked about his own experience, and before he knew it, Shen An's attitude changed from impatient to seriousness.

He narrowed his eyes and watched the prosperity around him, listening carefully to the daily life of local officials.

"... The Xiaguan went to the Censorate first, but the Chief Secretary refused to take action."

Wu Zheng seemed very depressed.

Shen An said, "Tang Jie doesn't want to poke a hornet's nest."

Not everyone has that decisive attitude.

"Later, the officials went to find the rich prince..."

Chen An said with a bow, "Fu Xiang's life in the Privy Council is pretty good, but he will not get involved in this."

Any prime minister will be cautious in this matter, and even put this issue aside.

"Yes." Wu Zheng said helplessly: "I said before the Xiaguan came out that he would definitely impeach Feng Yaozu, but this time he had no face to go back."

Chen An looked at him and asked, "Where are you staying at night?"

Wu Zheng shook his head, "The lower official is in a mess..."

Have you lost your normal judgment?

Chen An said, "Xiaozhong, take him to settle down."

Wu Zheng looked up and said, "Duke Chen County, please help me in this matter."

This young man is very impatient!

Chen An smiled and said, "Go and rest."

This is just poking a hornet's nest. Are you thinking of poking the official's lung tube overnight?

If Zhao Shu knew about this, he would definitely have a splitting headache.

Wu Zheng followed Wen Xiaochong to the inn in a daze and settled it down. He lay on the bed, thinking about the difficulties of this matter, so he covered his head with a quilt and started to whimper.

After crying for a long time, he got up and sat in front of the desk with cold trembling.

"Since you say you want to impeach him, then submit a memorial!"

He opened the door and found a friend and borrowed the four treasures of the study.

The lights were flashing, and he was writing quickly.

The anger in his heart turned into words, into swords and guns, and stabbed the ugly things in the officialdom.

He wrote hundreds of words in a scattered manner, suddenly looked up and murmured: "I have written a memorial before, and the stones are sinking into the sea. What's the use of writing it again now? Those people will definitely lose it when they see that it is such a thing."

After seeing Tang Jie and Fu Bi's attitude, he realized that he had made a mistake in his judgment.

No one supported his move, and everyone thought he was a big trouble.

So what did someone write these to do?

He picked up the paper, looked at the dripping ink traces, and suddenly struggled to tear it.

The sound of gasping echoed in the room, and pieces of paper were flying.

"Fake, all fake!"

He waved his arms, in great pain.

"Mr. Chen is unwilling to support someone. He is the bravest person in the Song Dynasty. He dare not touch this matter. Isn't this matter impossible?"

Wu Zheng looked up, his face full of tears.

"No, there is another way!"

He stood up with a bright look, "Come on the drum!"

"I want people all over the world to know about this, and I will die for it!"

Dengwen Gu was not the first founded by the Song Dynasty, but it was promoted by the Song Dynasty.

In the Song Dynasty, Dengwen Gu was a magical tool.

The first thing that Dengwen drums were used for major events, and you can beat them if you have major events.

But during the reign of Emperor Taizu of Song, a people suddenly went to beat the drum. At that time, the people were afraid to deal with the government and did not dare to beat the drum that was heard by the officials, so this person attracted onlookers.

After this man beat the drum, an official asked him what happened. The man said that the pig he raised was lost...

You actually want to ask the official to help you find a pig?

The officials were mostly collapsed, but Emperor Taizu was very pleased, saying that the people actually came to ask me to help him find pigs, which shows that there is no grievance among the people.
To be continued...