Vol 7 Chapter 3: Ancient indian brothel

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The golden sunlight was shining on the land of India, and the sound of meekness and chanting sounded at the same time. I personally saw the legendary water of heaven, the Ganges, which carries the reincarnation of people's soul. The golden light swayed on the river, rendering an amber dusk. Boats, river steps, temples and bathing people all became golden dreams. The breeze blew gently, as if singing a transparent chant.
Peaceful and irritable, tolerant and harsh, pious and free-spirited, ascetic and indulgent, seemingly chaotic but in fact everything is in strict order.
Qu Nucheng is in this red flame.
Ganeka’s name is much more famous in Qunvu City than I thought, and beyond my expectation, people not only did not disdain her, but also showed some respect. Although I heard that Ghanika’s status in the masculine society is very unusual and generally respected, everyone wants her favor, but I still feel a little incredible in my heart.
However, it seems that it is not difficult to find a wife, but it would be easier to see a prostitute-wife as a male? I changed a set of men's clothing in the city, wore a headscarf, and changed some mandala coins at that time, and hurried to the brothel-house where Posumi was. Along the way, from time to time, some voluptuous women in red saris flirt at me, twisting their water snake-like waists. These are the lower-class prostitutes in the city. Let men find them more easily. The houses of high-class prostitutes tend to be much more luxurious. When I found the prostitute-house on the west bank of the Ganges, the magnificent facilities surprised me secretly.
In the extravagant and flashy music, the brown-skinned woman in sari dances gracefully and voluptuously. Countless beautiful women wearing glass-like shiny thin silk, wearing colorful jewelry, drifted past me, bringing a strong scent of white sandalwood.
What surprised me the most was that the boss of the brothel-house was not the old bustard I was familiar with on TV. He was actually a man and a monk.
After I threw out almost all the mandala coins, the boss let a beautiful and plump woman lead me to the beard's room. There was a luxurious bed like a stage and an altar in the bedroom, under the bed cover. Fragrant jasmine; Agarwood and Galo are burnt next to the small pillows painted with Uvala flowers, exuding a mysterious fragrance faintly. A few beautiful patterns were drawn on the small cabinet with gold. I looked closer, and I couldn't help but get a hot face. The painting on the cabinet turned out to be similar to the picture of the ancient palace in China. Somewhat curious, I couldn't help but glanced a few times.
Just watching, a low and gentle laugh came from behind me.
I quickly straightened up and turned around.
The young woman standing by the door smiled at me, full and gorgeous, wild-uninhibited, with a kind of stunned surprise, those big brown eyes, the temptation of the mysterious and seductive as if it would be soul-taking, irresistible, thin The thin saree outlined her incomparably graceful-feeling figure. Goo, oh my god, I heard the sound of my mouth watering. I quickly touched my nose. Fortunately, I haven't had a nosebleed...
She smiled more charmingly, and seemed to be used to people's reactions. Her models came to me, ringing Dingdong, bursting with fragrance, I only heard my stuttering voice: "You, you are the beard honey?" She opened her lips lightly, and the voice was as clear as the spring water Beautiful, "I am the mother-in-law," she said as she handed me the konjac sauce and garland.
"Honorable guest, let me play a song for you first." She smiled and picked up a violin from her side. The violin has five strings and looks a little like the ancient Chinese musical instrument. It is said that the 篜篌 came from ancient India.
The melodious sound of the piano is a bit of mystery. Her slightly closed eyes make me think of the goddess of the goddess of Indian Buddhist mythology who specializes in playing fairy music. After the song is over, she talks to me about poetry again. Some are like our ancient Chinese courtesans-, poetry, book and piano are proficient in style and infinite in style.
"Dear guests, what do you think of the poem I just read?" Her words interrupted my reverie.
"Well, it's good." I persevered a few words. I just didn't hear what she was saying. It seemed to vaguely hear only the words love and running water.
She moved closer to me and smiled softly: "It must be that my poetry is too poor, I wonder if you can enlighten me?" I thought about it, and suddenly remembered a famous poem, so I nodded with a smile. , Cleared his throat and read:
The longest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death
But I stand in front of you
You don't know i love you
The longest distance in the world
It's not me standing in front of you
You don't know i love you
But love to be obsessed
But can't say i love you
The longest distance in the world
Not i can't say i love you
I miss you
But can only bury it deep in my heart
The longest distance in the world
No i can't say i miss you
But love each other
But can't be together
The longest distance in the world
Not love each other
But can't be together
But knowing that true love is invincible
But pretended not to care
She froze there, a trace of melancholy flashed in her eyes, and then without concealing her surprise and admiration, she gently embraced me with a smile, pressed her lips to my ears, and slid her fingers gently on my neck, Whispered: "This is the best poem I have ever heard. Today I will definitely make you feel the joy of heaven."
I quickly blocked her declining finger and whispered: "I, I should go."
She smiled lowly and reached out to undress my clothes. "I'm in a hurry, let me serve you for bathing first." She was so charming, I was so confused that she was shoving, and suddenly heard her exclaim, Eyes widened, "Are you a woman?" She exclaimed, and immediately rushed into the door a few burly big men, staring at me staring. The boss also walked in, looked at me, and looked at the wife's honey again, "What's wrong?"
Su Xumi suddenly laughed, "This is a girl."
The boss's face narrowed, and he stared at me. I pulled my clothes, sighed, and nodded helplessly.
The boss's face became weird. "What does that mean? Are you here to make trouble?" I glanced at the surroundings. These big guys were not my opponents at all, and it was easy to leave from here. However, if they are blacklisted, my task seems a little tricky.
"Me, I just admire the name of Ganika's wife, so I want to meet her real person." I smiled.
"Admiration?" She looked at me interestingly.
"Yeah, who doesn't know how honorable it is to be Garnica. It is also respected in many festive festivals and many social occasions."
"That's it." An elusive look flashed in her eyes. "So do you want to be Garnica?"
I widened my eyes and stared at her blankly. After a few seconds of stagnation, my brain turned quickly, maybe this is the best chance to stay with her, maybe I can finish the task quickly and become Garni The card is not so easy, as long as I hurry to find out her destiny, no. Of course, no one here can take advantage of me.
Thinking of this, I nodded like a hero.
"Pooh must honey, you..." The boss seemed to stop talking.
Pooh Mi gently lifted my chin and smiled: "You are a talent to make, I will personally tune-teach you, will make you an excellent Ganeka, let all men fall down on your At your feet, obsessed for you, crazy for you, whether it is a noble, monk, civilian or king."
The corners of my mouth twitched, and I was still such a man of creation, letting Si Yin know that he must be angry, and if Sanatus knew, he would make fun of me again.
"Miss Poxumi, Lord Namo is here." The maid's voice came from the door.
Po Xumi slowly moved her hand away, "Got it, please come in again later."
She didn’t rush to let the Lord Moro come in. Instead, she applied white sandalwood oil to her arm leisurely, until the maid outside urged it several times before she slowly greeted the girl next to her. Said a sentence: "You take her out first."
When I went out with the woman, I saw the woman around me saluting respectfully towards one person, looking up, and I saw a tall man with a bronze skin unique to Indian men. , Long black hair tied randomly, dangling behind his head, the gleaming luster in the narrow brown eyes was like the setting sun on the Ganges, and the afterglow fainted softly in the depths of his eyes.
Is this the Moro? In such a place, there is such a man with such a good temperament, is it that he is destined to be a wife? I quickly looked at his forehead and couldn't help being disappointed. There was nothing on his smooth and flat forehead.
He glanced at me lightly, slightly surprised, but then quickly looked away and walked towards the room of the mother-in-law.
Seeing that he wasn't the person I was looking for, I was immediately disinterested, and quickly followed the woman across the promenade.
After bathing and grooming in the room, I put on a pale yellow saree and waited for the so-called "tune-teaching" of Pooh Honey.
When it was about dark, Po Su Mi finally arrived, she smiled charmingly at me, "Yeah, I don't know your name yet."
"My name is Ye Yin, from Maha to that country." I took the sentence. I have seen it in the book. At that time, India called China Mahaji.
"It turned out that Maha came to that country. No wonder you look different from us, but the more special it is, the easier it is for men to pay attention to you." She said as she drew from the small cabinet behind her A slightly yellowish book, "You must read it often, this is a must-read book for becoming a Garnier." I took it, and I saw a few Sanskrit written on it: "Kamasut" "La", as soon as I opened it, I was almost shocked that I threw the book on her face. It was all in different postures when men and women were in the same room, which was more than the palace.
"Don’t make a fuss, don’t underestimate this love scripture, even the daughters of the Prince’s Ministers must study the skills in "Kama Sutra" so that they can be favored by their husbands, even if their husbands harem Belle 3,000 They still prefer them. So, not just us, everyone should read, and learn the skills, the supreme spiritual satisfaction is essentially the same as the pleasure of physical desire-immortal-desire-death. Desire As a motivation, it is the same as the practice of ascetic monks."
"Ah..." I was really shocked by her remarks. Although I heard that men and women in ancient India were very open in this respect, I was still surprised when I heard them.
By the way, is "Kama Sutra" not the world-famous ancient Indian love scripture, written by a man named Rafting in the 6th century AD, said to be the first in history This book is a book that carefully depicts the fun of the ancient Indian men and women boudoir and the ancient Indian culture, and at the same time it really fits the meaning of "body, soul, sex-love".
"Then, just look at this." I helplessly put the book.
"Hidden, it's not that easy to become Garnica. From tomorrow on, you will learn sixty-four techniques with me." A faint smile flashed across her lips.
"What, sixty-four art?" My tongue began to knot again, and a chill burst from my heart.
"Actually, it’s nothing, just learn singing, musical instruments, dance, calligraphy and sketching, embroidery, decorate the idols with rice and flowers, arrange flowers, dye cloth or body parts such as hair, nails, lips, and engrave glass. Making beds in a comfortable way, playing water bowls, painting, decorating and composing, how to make rosary beads, necklaces, flower stems and crowns, the art of making headbands and belts with flowers and herons, the art of acting and the creation of theater performances, earrings The art of design, the preparation and preparation of perfume, the art of dressing and the elegant arrangement of gems and accessories..."
My head was buzzing, only to see her plump lips move, and suddenly her eyes were black, and she fainted with a thud, I am the sky!