t;/span>好多妓家不做生意<></span>再说<></span>娘亲不许我带小叔叔夜游……<></span>顾茂昌咬了一口果子<></span>将皮吐到水里带着一丝气闷说到：<></span>也不许我去<></span><></span>

  顾昭失笑<></span>用手拍拍他的头顶：<></span>不去正好<></span>以后你长大了<></span>自然没人管你<></span><></span>

  顾茂昌并不怕顾昭<></span>有些不服气的斜眼：<></span>小叔叔比我还小一岁呢<></span><></span>

  顾昭只是笑<></span>他其实并不喜欢古人的生活<></span>很单调的<></span>

  可古代男人最大的娱乐大多是与这些妓家分不开的<></span>这般多的小女娘最小的不过十一二岁<></span>顾昭是无论如何无法接受的<></span>就像他庄子里的乐女<></span>他可是很尊重<></span>去留随意<></span>人家那叫民间艺术家<></span>

  虽心里不喜<></span>顾昭却也没带出来<></span>他总要随大溜的<></span>到是身边这位总是不发言的愚耕先生<></span>他带着一副很是享受的样子<></span>正在吃雏妓给他剥的一颗紫葡萄<></span>一边吃还一边卡油<></span>一副老咸湿鬼的样子<></span>

  这就是读书人了<></span>

  转眼暮□临<></span>夜色逐渐深沉<></span>上京四角<></span>风驰云动鼓锣响起<></span>外城四门缓缓关闭<></span>顿时<></span>上京进入自我封闭的状态<></span>这种感觉<></span>奇异无比<></span>就像<></span>一个人<></span>被关进私密的地方<></span>行为便会自在随意<></span>癫狂起来<></span>

  湖面上的花舫<></span>慢慢排成一队<></span>绕着湖岸缓缓前行<></span>无数音乐拧在一起<></span>自铺成这莲湖特有的腔调<></span>

  有妓家打开花楼的窗子<></span>栏杆<></span>花台……舞妓<></span>乐妓<></span>俱都站在那边揽客<></span>自然<></span>这些不过是下等的花娘<></span>若想见到那位大家<></span>需要下帖子去请<></span>大多数的有名的花娘是有尊严的<></span>选择权利想对也自由一些<></span>不预定好是见不到的<>