"Hahahaha~~~~"
Before Zhao Ding could sit down, a burst of hearty laughter rang out from outside the gate of the crowd.
A young man in fancy clothes and a middle-aged man dressed like a butler walked over with a smile.
"Hahahaha~~~~"
"Hahaha~~~~~~~"
"Hahaha~~~~~~"
This young man in fine clothes burst out laughing when he saw Zhao Ding.
Zhao Ding also looked confused.
Has this person been poked in his laughter hole?
Otherwise, why would you keep giggling?
He rolled his eyes and turned his head away, not bothering to pay attention to him.
"Cough cough cough~~~"
The young man in fine clothes looked at Zhao Ding and glanced at him, then turned his head away and immediately coughed uncontrollably.
What's the situation?
He doesn't recognize me anymore?
I am his fifth brother! !
Zhao Heng felt a little broken in his heart as he looked at Zhao Ding who turned his head and stared at the oiran lady.
A wave of his hand.
He stretched out his hand and the tent door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Each of the oiran ladies, whose appearance was no less than that of Li Shujun and had their own distinctive features of plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, walked in under the leadership of the maid.
One look at this posture.
The literati, wealthy businessmen and gentry who were drinking and laughing in Wumei Pavilion were suddenly stunned.
Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in astonishment.
Who is that?
Such a big class actually called all the twelve oirans from the Jiaofang Division in the capital?
But looking at the men who were dressed in ordinary clothes but walked vigorously and clearly showed that they were well-trained, they walked in.
Everyone present probably understood what was going on.
Today, I guess I met the second generation ancestor who was not afraid of death and booked the venue during the autumn inspection.
One by one, they took a sip of the tea in front of them, cleared their throats, bowed their hands to the oiran lady in Womei Pavilion, and then retreated.
However, Zhao Ding still took Zhang San with him, and Lu Tao sat carelessly at the table, eating snacks brought by the maid sitting in front of him.
No matter what you say.
Thirty taels of silver were spent, even if the oiran lady couldn't sleep, she still had to pay for it!
At the same time, Zhao Ding almost understood what was going to happen next.
Roughly:
Hey! Which little thief are you from? I am here, how dare you stay!
Someone's coming, Goutou... Oh, I'm sorry for jumping into the scene.
should be!
Hey! Someone come and hold it down, hold it down for me...
Uh~~~
Sorry to join in the fun.
should be!
I feel like I can’t go wrong this time!
That is!
Hey, where did you come from, did you not see that I spent money to book the venue? Today, Miss Shujun, I will keep it for you!
Then....
Zhang San, call me!
Then!
Just wait, who is my father? I will never let you go!
So, they waited for their family to grow up.
He, Zhao Ding, is about to transform into the Crooked Dragon King: Oh, it doesn’t matter who your grandfather is, I am the ninth son of Emperor Jing, His Highness King Yan of Youzhou!
…
Uh~~~
After thinking for a long time, Zhao Ding laughed!
Ah! !
Overcooked plot.
He didn’t know how many times he had watched Zhao Ding’s previous life.
Waiting for your lord, I will transform into the Crooked Dragon King and beat you guys.
face!
Ever since~~
In silence, the three masters and servants of Zhao Ding continued to eat the refreshments on the table with their heads lowered.
Seeing that Lady Shujun was also a little surprised and speechless, she gently covered her mouth with her little hand and looked at the three of them with a surprised look on her face.
These three people looked like they were dressed as young men from a wealthy family.
It's like they were reincarnated like starving ghosts.
Don’t you know the big shot is coming?
After thinking for a long time.
After all, the oiran lady couldn't help it and reminded her kindly: "You three gentlemen, this..."
Before the oiran lady finished speaking, Zhao Ding raised his head and glanced at the untouched refreshments in front of the oiran lady.
Brought it over.
Then in the stunned eyes of the little oiran lady.
The three masters and servants ate happily and passed the drinks in front of the oiran's wife.
One cup per person.
Li Shujun: "..."
The maid next to her was about to scold and remind her, but she was glared at by the oiran lady.
Then he saw the oiran lady getting up, looking at Zhao Heng who was walking over, bowed and said: "This young master has reserved the table today, I am very honored to do so, but in my small courtyard, the guests have not finished enjoying the tea, I wonder if I can take a moment." Wait a moment?”
The voice of the courtesan's wife was gentle and charming, like the sound of a quiet valley or the cry of an oriole.
It sounds really good.
"What are you waiting for? I'm here to see my brother!"
But Zhao Heng waved his sleeves nonchalantly.
Hearing Zhao Heng's words, not only the oiran lady was stunned.
Even Zhao, Zhang and Lu, who pretended to be hungry but were actually ready to be slapped in the face, were stunned at this moment.
What kind of trick is this?
I don't understand.
However, after hearing Zhao Heng's words, the courtesan couldn't help but reveal an awkward smile on her pretty face. She bowed slightly to Zhao Heng and glanced at Zhao Ding.
After doing it for a long time, it turned out to be a joke between rich boys.
But he, the courtesan, has poor eyesight.
Facing each other again, Zhao Ding bowed and bowed, then stood respectfully aside with his maid.
Although she, Li Shujun, is the oiran of the Jiaofang Department in the capital, she also knows their respective statuses in her heart.
Reduced to the land of customs, it is nothing more than a plaything in the hands of others.
Therefore, he didn't feel any displeasure at all, and still stood aside with a pretty face and a smile.
Zhao Heng, on the other hand, walked forward carelessly, sat next to Zhao Ding, and shouted with a smile: "Ninth brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing lately?"
Zhao Ding raised his head and glanced sideways at Zhao Heng.
Something familiar.
And a little unfamiliar.
It seems a little familiar.
It seems a little unfamiliar.
Is that so familiar or unfamiliar?
While listening, Zhang San suddenly approached Zhao Ding's ear and pointed at Bian Gu, who was next to Zhao Heng with a flattering smile. He was almost the same master as Hu San who came down the mountain.
Zhang San whispered: "Your Majesty, I almost beat this man before."
The sound is small.
But I don’t know if Bian Gu was born with smart ears or something.
In an instant, the look on his face froze.
What does it mean that I almost got beaten before...
Damn, if I walk slowly, I will be beaten too?
However, since Zhao Ding and Zhao Heng were right in front of him, Bian Gu thought about it and finally did not dare to speak.
Then he saw Zhao Ding come back to his senses, looked at Zhao Heng, stood up, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Hey, it turns out that the second emperor brother is here in person, but I am not far away to welcome the king brother."
After hearing what Zhao Ding said, Zhao Heng was ready to stand up and deal with it.
The smile on his face suddenly froze.
Second Emperor Brother?
Are all the second emperor brothers in your family?
Do I look like that idiot Zhao Gang?
