The flowers, plants and trees in late autumn have become desolate, but the people in Chang'an are not affected by this autumn feeling, and the streets are still bustling with people.
It was almost noon when he went to court, and Yingping swayed all the way to the river. It was already past time.
A round of sunset hangs over the horizon. This is not the end of the hustle and bustle, but the beginning of a new round of revelry.
Yingping got off the horse and handed the reins to Pei Shaowu. Pei Shaowu turned around and ordered the waiter who was already waiting with smiling faces. Pei Shaowen came running from a distance soon, holding a hand in his hand. Oil paper pomegranate.
Autumn was dry. Yingping spent half a day admiring the scenery but forgot to drink water. When he was almost there, he found a pomegranate vendor selling pomegranates at a roadside stall. The pomegranate fruits were full and crystal clear. Yingping couldn't help but salivate after seeing them. Then he ordered Pei Shaowen to buy some and bring them back to quench his thirst.
When Pei Shaowen came back with the pomegranates, Yingping picked up one of them, broke it open, dug out a few pomegranate seeds and threw them into his mouth. He chewed them lightly, and the cold juice flowed out from the pomegranate seeds. , flows from the tip of the tongue through the base of the tongue, and then flows down the throat to the stomach. Wherever it passes, it is cool, refreshing, sweet and refreshing, making the feeling of dryness and heat disappear immediately.
The pomegranate is big, one is as big as a fist, and the seeds are difficult to peel, so Yingping can eat just one pomegranate for a while. Seeing that Pei Shaowen was still holding a few big ones in his hand, he said, "Da Pei, I'll reward you two with the remaining ones."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Pei Shaowen was so happy that he carefully wrapped the pomegranate and tied it with a rope. Finally, he hung it on his waist and prepared to take it home to slowly enjoy the delicacy gifted by the Holy God.
Afterwards, one master and two servants wandered leisurely along the lively Weishui River.
The three of them walked and walked and unknowingly came to a flower boat. Yingping still hadn't finished eating the pomegranate in his hand. At this time, he had lost his patience. He simply took off the pomegranate skin and opened his mouth to gnaw the pomegranate seeds. He put it into his mouth with a swipe, not caring whether he chewed the bitter valve or not.
The two brothers followed behind, watching their master eat with great gusto, saliva flowing out of his mouth unconsciously, especially Dabai. The pomegranate hung heavy on his waist, but he did not dare to take it out to eat at this time. The time was a little tough, so when Yingping looked to the other side, he secretly raised his hand and touched the greased paper at his waist, wishing he didn't have a mouth on his hand.
'boom--'
Just when Pei Shaowen lowered his head to consider the pomegranates at his waist, something suddenly appeared on his body. When he raised his head alertly, he was shocked -
"The villain deserves to die! Master, please punish me!"
Pei Shaowen hurriedly took a step back, lowered his head, bent over, and clasped his fists. It turned out that for some reason, Yingping suddenly stopped moving forward and stood there blankly, staring at the pomegranate field with Da Pei in his arms.
Pei Shaowen lowered his head and waited for Yingping to scold him, but he did not hear a response for a long time. He slowly and cautiously raised his head. The sight in front of him made him unable to believe his eyes——
It was as if someone had cast some spell on Yingping, and his whole body was standing there motionless. The most funny thing was that the saint's mouth was cracked even bigger than the crack of the pomegranate in his hand, and he had just stuffed it into his mouth. The large pomegranate seeds that have not yet been chewed pop out from the inside. Looking at Yingping's image at this time, at best he resembles the stone statue in the temple, and at worst... he is no different from the idiot in the house next door who wants to be fed when he eats.
Da Pei looked at Ying Ping's demented appearance and felt that the two of them were more and more similar. That fool had to have someone help hold his chin after feeding him, otherwise the food would fall all over the floor. Could it be that the master was attracted by those two fools? Possessed...
Pei Shaowen tentatively called Yingping——
"Master...Master...?"
Yingping still stayed where he was and ignored Da Pei's call. At this time, except for his beating heart, probably only his eyes were moving.
What did he see?
Following Yingping's gaze, he saw a woman walking across the deck. This woman is lightly wearing pink and white, and her long skirt is swaying. Although she is not as tall as the New Tang Dynasty woman, her figure is soft and graceful. She has an indescribable gentleness. If you take a closer look, it is not that she had a conflict with Cui Qinglan that day and was later killed by Yingping Yingxiong. Who is Miss Zhi Tang who saves the beauty?
Ying Ping came back to his senses and looked up at the flower boat. He saw a big sign with the words "Lan Qiufang" written on it. Thinking about it carefully, wasn't this the flower boat where this girl was?
"Bah—bah—bah—"
Yingping stopped spitting out all the pomegranate seeds in his mouth, then clapped his hands, wiped them on his clothes, and said: "Go - go in and take a look -"
…
In autumn, the sun sets early, and soon night falls.
All the flower boats along the river lit up, and the bright lights illuminated the entire river, making it impossible to feel the silence of the night at all.
The sounds of playfulness and coquettish laughter are endless. In order to attract customers, some flower boats let the girls at the door dress provocatively and show off their coquettishness. Some of them just bend down slightly, and the snow-white jade peaks on their chests can be seen.
It is rumored that Lan Qiufang is owned by a certain noble person. Even if you just listen to music, you will spend a lot of money. Therefore, almost all the people who come here are 'high-class people', although they are also for the purpose of purchasing sexual ecstasy. But after all, it’s about elegance. Elegant people all claim to be romantic, but compared to those ships that directly use sex to attract customers, they don't seem so tacky and vulgar.
Yingping chose a relatively quiet place on the second floor and asked Pei and Pei to sit down together.
The waiter enthusiastically served wine, fruits and pastries. Seeing Ying Ping's eyesight, the proprietress in the shop enthusiastically came forward to inquire.
Ying Ping was dressed gorgeously and had an extraordinary temperament. The two people around him looked like they were bodyguards with good martial arts skills. The landlady was well-informed and had read countless people. She concluded at a glance that Ying Ping was a wealthy man. This was his first time in Lanqiufang. You must take good care of yourself.
"This gentleman is very handsome. He must be new to our ship, right?" the landlady asked with a sweet smile. She was so enthusiastic that she almost set the ship on fire.
Yingping smiled slightly, did not answer directly, and did not even turn his head.
When the landlady saw him, Ying Ping showed an indescribable nobility in his movements, which those wealthy businessmen could not match or imitate, and she was even more sure of her previous guess.
"Are you here... looking for a girl?" The landlady asked Ying Ping's purpose of coming tactfully.
Ying Ping still didn't answer, but the smile in his eyes became brighter and the corners of his mouth raised a lot, as if he confirmed the boss's wife's guess.
"Oh - then you have come to the right place! Ask around in our Lanqiu Fang. The masters who have been here have said that if you walk a hundred miles forward and a hundred miles back on the Wei River, there will be no There’s a better boat than what we have here—”
"oh?"
Seeing Ying Ping's interest, the landlady became even more enthusiastic and boasted while the iron was hot: "Our girls are good at dancing and playing music, and their kung fu on this bed is even better. Their skin is better than their skin." Her waist is like a water snake. If you have other hobbies, we have a girl with a tongue as sharp as a reed..."
The more the landlady talked, the more enthusiastic she became, and her flirtatious eyes kept darting towards Yingping. She wished she could immediately call three or five girls to pull Yingping into the room.
Although Da Pei and Xiao Pei sitting next to him were married, they had never heard of so many tricks in sexual intercourse between men and women. Suddenly, his face turned red, and a surge of water surged in his dantian.
"After enjoying the dance music later, if there is a girl you like, sir, just place your order and I will arrange it for you." The lady boss continued talking without paying any attention to Pei Pei, who was as red as a monkey's butt next to her.
It seemed that Yingping's friendly smile made her feel the distance between the two gradually shrinking. The landlady suddenly leaned forward, as if she wanted to tell Yingping some secret.
When Pei and Pei saw it, they immediately moved their bodies closer to the middle alertly, blocking the proprietress's leaning forward.
Yingping felt what Pei and Da Pei were doing and looked back at the landlady.
I saw the landlady looking at me awkwardly, as if she was apologizing for my sudden actions.
Yingping smiled and waved his hand, indicating to Pei and Pei not to be nervous.
When the two brothers saw Yingping's move, they stared at the landlady coldly and moved away.
Seeing that the two guards were so nervous, the landlady didn't dare to make any too intimate gestures, so she stayed where she was and said in a low voice: "Young Master, you don't know something. Last month, Mr. Chen, the Minister of Taichang Temple, When he came to our place, he said he just wanted to enjoy the music. Guess what? The old man in his fifties and sixties... looked at it and actually... actually ordered a girl to come into the room. It was really a dead tree rejuvenating! Tsk, tsk, tsk - I thought the first Mr. Chen would be unable to get out of bed the next day, but he didn’t expect that he would be in better spirits the next day than the previous day. Tsk, tsk, tsk—”
This madam was born to be a good businessman, and he actually told the story vividly.
Ying Ping suddenly felt funny when he heard that. He naturally knew who Mr. Chen was. He always talked about "Zhi Hu Zhe" on weekdays. He looked like an upright Confucian. He became a great-grandfather last month, but he didn't expect that the sword would never grow old. .
Yingping shook his head and smiled helplessly, but as he smiled, his face suddenly darkened.
The proprietress's observation of words and expressions was so subtle. She sensed the change in Yingping, and immediately stopped talking incessantly. She waited cautiously for Yingping to ask questions, for fear that she would offend the young master by saying too much.
However, after a brief frown, Yingping immediately returned to normal. He knocked on the table casually, his eyes drifted to the table below, and said as if casually: "I heard that you have a girl here named Zhitang. Is she like this?" people?"
Upon hearing this, the landlady put on her flattering smile again, and her face changed faster than a trick in Sichuan Opera.
"Ouch - I mean, this young master - you leave it here for the little girl to drive around in circles -"
The landlady was also thick-skinned. Although she was already showing her age, she still called herself a little girl. She said with a smile: "Miss Zhi Tang is my oiran here! There are several boats nearby and several buildings in the city. I'm not even willing to sell it for the sky-high price. If you're interested, I can ask her to come up and accompany you later."
"Miss Zhitang...can you order some?" Yingping asked tentatively.
