Xie Liangzhan knew Wang Cong's background. When he first met him, he thought he was a rough guy, brave and foolhardy, and more or less contemptuous. But after hearing his words, Xie Liangzhan looked at him carefully. After staying with Wang Cong, I was shocked to realize that this person was really as cunning and cunning as Yuan Zhengrong.
He smiled: "Master Wang, you know, the more you know, the faster you will die."
Wang Cong didn't show any fear after being threatened. He stretched out his sleeves slowly: "Oh? Really? I've never heard of it."
Xie Liang did not expect that a martial artist would be a fool of a man, and a slight sullenness flashed in his eyes, which passed quickly. He curved his bright red lips and said lightly: "This is not a secret that cannot be told. , I wonder if Mr. Wang knows about the tragedy that happened sixteen years ago when the saint first ascended the throne..."
Leng Linjiang and the other three were drinking and laughing in the room, and their wanton and undisguised laughter squeezed out from the crack in the door.
Yao Yao opened the door with ease, and a sweet and greasy aroma of incense mixed with the aroma of wine rushed out.
She covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and waved her hand in disgust: "The incense in the Jiaofang is free today. Why does it smell so good?"
Leng Linjiang nodded at Afu beside him and laughed loudly: "Look, look, I'm not the only one who said that."
When Ah Fu heard Yao Yao's voice, she quickly stood up and led the flower ladies to salute Yao Yao.
Yao Yao hurriedly held Afu's hand and said with a smile: "I see you have lost some weight. What's wrong? The boy from the Song family is gone. Your place is much cleaner now."
Afu was stunned, her expression was obviously stiff for a moment, and then she smiled softly: "Thank you for your concern, Miss Ayao. I hope everything is well."
Yao Yao pointed at Leng Linjiang with a smile: "As long as everything is fine, if someone makes trouble, just go to Leng Shaoyin and he will definitely take care of you."
Afu helped Yao Yao sit down and poured her a glass of wine with a smile: "You have a taste of Qiu Yebai, the girl's favorite."
Yao Yao took a sip and narrowed his eyes in enjoyment: "How can it be done with just wine and no music? Ah Fu, go and pass the music."
Afu nodded and retreated calmly with the flower ladies.
Bao Cheng squinted his eyes and looked Yao Yao up and down. He saw that she looked much better when she was wearing men's clothes than when she was wearing serious women's clothes. She didn't look more heroic.
But even if she is dressed like a serious man, anyone with eyes can still tell that she is a girl at a glance.
He thought about the origin of this Jiaofang. Not to mention a girl, she was a businessman with some wealth. The Jiaofang was not willing to let him in. So how did a girl named Yao Yao get into the empty house?
Thinking of this, he asked: "Are all the boys and girls in this church blind? A Yao is obviously a girl, why did she let her in?"
Leng Linjiang poured himself a drink and sipped it with a sip: "You don't know this, right? A Yao is a frequent visitor to Pingkangfang. There is no flower house that she has not been to, and there is no pretty one. She has never touched Hua Niang."
Yao Yao glanced at Leng Linjiang, his almond-shaped eyes slightly curved, and he smiled openly: "I feel like a hungry ghost in lust when you say this."
Bao Cheng finally understood that Yao Yao took advantage of the opportunity of traveling through time and came to take advantage of it openly.
He sneered and said with something in his words: "
Are you pretending to be doing this for personal gain? "
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows and shook his head, looking at Leng Linjiang and smiling: "You illiterate, this is clearly called a fox pretending to be a tiger."
After chatting and laughing for a while, Afu led the prostitute into the door and stretched out her posture on the stage.
As the bead curtain swayed, there was a burst of light and shadow. The gauze beauties on the stage lowered their heads as they wanted to complain, their eyes becoming more and more charming and affectionate.
The sound of silk and bamboo sounded melodiously and gracefully, which was completely different from the melodious music played in ordinary flower houses. There was a touch of sadness and murderous meaning in this tune, but the two completely opposite meanings blended in perfect harmony.
Bao Cheng beat to the tune, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking very happy. When he heard the excitement, he patted the food table, his eyes lit up with excitement, and he shouted the word "good" loudly.
Leng Linjiang glanced at Bao Cheng, raised his hand, and signaled the prostitutes to stop, and said with some surprise: "Afu, this Pipa is not quite right today."
Afu was stunned for a moment, and smiled softly: "She is still the same Pipa Girl as before. Maybe she hasn't played for a few days, and her hands are a little raw."
Leng Linjiang shook his head: "No, no, no."
He stretched out his hand and hid it behind his back, and said with some trepidation, "Come out."
The prostitute became even more frightened. She came out from the crowd with her pipa in her arms, and suddenly fell to her knees on the ground, her head buried so low that it almost reached her heart.
Seeing Leqi's timid look, Leng Linjiang frowned, and without even letting her raise her head to look at her, he scolded Afu: "Afu, you know what I don't want to hear. Sticky things, that Pipa girl used to be very sparse, why didn't she come?" His voice suddenly became louder, filled with anger after being ignored, and he impatiently shouted: "Ask her to come!!"
Afu's face stiffened again, and she said calmly with a difficult expression: "Well, she was not feeling well today. I was afraid of neglecting the husband, so I didn't let her come out to serve the young master."
Leng Linjiang's eyebrows furrowed and he was already very impatient: "Why, am I not worthy of having her serve me? You are so pushy and pushy!!"
With a "bang", Yao Yao put down the wine cup heavily on the food table and glanced at Afu.
The dignified Shaoyin of Jingzhao Mansion, who was equivalent to the deputy mayor of the capital in her previous life, could not afford to hire a prostitute. This was too disrespectful.
She slapped the food table hard, and the wine cup jumped a few times and almost rolled to the ground.
She squinted at Leng Linjiang and sneered: "I'll play it for you if it's not sticky."
Leng Linjiang rubbed his hands and laughed dryly: "No, no need, no need." He quickly picked up the wine cup that had fallen on the table and poured a glass of wine for Yao Yao with a smile: " Drink, drink.”
Yao Yao snorted and smiled at Afu: "Go ahead and let them change a song."
Afuf suddenly felt like he was being pardoned. He walked to the stage lightly and silently and made a gesture.
The frightened Pipa Girl also retreated back to the prostitutes. She sat down with her Pipa in her arms, and finally slowly raised her head and glanced at Yao Yao shyly.
Only then did Yao Yao discover that Pipa Ji had a pair of peach blossom eyes. The ends of her eyes were slightly raised, and naturally had a light pink color. The amber eyes moved slightly, and her eyes were sparkling.
She leaned towards Leng Linjiang and whispered: "Look, Pipa Ji doesn't seem to be from Dajing."
Leng Linjiang's eyes pierced through the gauze swaying in front of the prostitute, and fell on the face of Pipa Ji.
Sure enough, Pipa Ji's eyebrows and eyes were deeper than those of Dajingren, and her skin was fairer and more transparent. She really had the kind of icy skin described in the book.
The flower girls in the workshop all have beautiful faces, and their skin is fairer and more delicate than ordinary girls, but compared with that Pipa Girl, they are actually a lot darker.
Leng Linjiang squinted his eyes and said with a half-smile: "She is indeed very white. Compared with her, these gay prostitutes are like coal diggers."
Bao Cheng subconsciously touched his face: "They are coal diggers, so who am I?"
"You are a coal maker." Sun Ying was a little restrained and kept silent. After drinking a few glasses of wine, he relaxed a little and joked to Bao Cheng with a smile.
The floor in this room was covered with fox fur as white as snow, and it felt soft and silent when stepped on with bare feet.
The rise of these four people has slipped off the bed. They are all sitting on the floor, and they all have the demeanor of bohemian celebrities.
Leng Linjiang lay stretched out on the snow-white soft fox fur, with fine white hair hugging his cheeks, making his face even brighter.
He sloppily took a sip of the wine. Only a small part of the wine went into his mouth, and the rest went down his neck and into his collar.
He didn't care, and drank a few more sips of wine before struggling to get up and walking to the stage with stumbling steps.
His eyes fell chaotically on the prostitute who had stopped playing. His gaze flickered over the prostitutes, and his hand accidentally touched the prostitute's hand, and touched that prostitute's hand. The prostitute's face twisted and she looked like a dandy.
Yao Yao was lying on the ground, his leather boots kicked off somewhere. He tilted his head and looked at Leng Linjiang's behavior with a smile.
Bao Cheng and Sun Ying were a little confused. Why were they listening to the music so well, but Leng Linjiang was so dishonest?
This piece of music is so elegant and there is nothing unpleasant about it.
Why did he suddenly change his gender?
Leng Linjiang staggered between the prostitutes, knocking down one and bumping into another. Finally, he threw himself on the timid Pipa Ji, pressed her under him and hugged her.
Pipa Ji obviously didn't expect Leng Linjiang to do this. She struggled and lowered her voice and begged: "Mr. Lang, Mang Jun, I'm drunk. Please help me get up."
Leng Linjiang lay on Pipa Ji's body reluctantly, and deliberately sprayed his hot breath on her face. He said vaguely: "What are you doing up here? I'm going to sleep here. Today, Today I will let you serve me."
The petite man under his body struggled even more fiercely, his soft face turned red from suppressing it, and he begged: "Lang Jun, Lang Jun, Nujia, Nujia is still a servant, Nujia Nujia can't serve Langjun."
Leng Linjiang seemed to be really interested. He lifted Pipa Ji's chin to look at it and muttered in confusion: "Hey, your eyes are brown, like a cat. They are so beautiful. Come on, give her a kiss. "
Pipa Ji suddenly shouted, tears falling down like thunder.
Afu had never seen Leng Linjiang like this before. She panicked and wanted to step forward to pull him up, but she didn't dare to do it due to his status. She looked at Yao Yao pleadingly.
