Fang Jingzhi is a person who is not familiar with music, so it is naturally difficult for him to immerse himself in the oiran's melodious music.
His level of appreciation had already stagnated as early as the first snowfall in 2002.
After listening to the song patiently, Fang Jingzhi had to admit that Mi Mi Neng, as one of the top ten courtesans in Jiaofang Division, also had two skills.
He didn’t know what the song was about, and he didn’t know if it was good or not. He just couldn’t hear it.
Fang Jingzhi's attention had long been on the courtesan's wife.
This waist is so twisted, these hips...
It’s really cool!
As soon as the song ended, the oiran woman panted heavily, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her smooth forehead.
The petite and enchanting body swirled and sat in Fang Jingzhi's arms.
Fang Jingzhi stopped her.
Holding her delicate body as smooth and soft as satin, the courtesan lady is like a docile cat, soft and comfortable.
Well, the secret of power is really big.
The power is so big that it cannot be held in one hand.
"Young Master, look at how well I dance. I learned this specially for you. It's my first time dancing in front of others!" The oiran woman put her arms around Fang Jingzhi's neck and asked quietly.
It’s beautiful, it’s beautiful, it’s choppy, how can it not be beautiful!
But Fang Jingzhi also knows that sometimes praising others also requires some strategies.
Just like today's oiran ladies, it doesn't matter whether the dance looks good or not!
unimportant.
"This dance is not good-looking!" Fang Jingzhi said loudly.
The oiran lady was stunned when she heard this, her eyes were slightly red, she was obviously extremely aggrieved.
I have studied for so long...
"This dance is not good-looking, but the beauty of the dancer makes this ugly dance beautiful!" Fang Jingzhi lowered his voice and whispered in the ear of the oiran. Said Wen Sheng.
The hot breath sprayed on the oiran's ears, and the snow-like jade ears turned red instantly.
"Young master just knows how to make fun of others!" the oiran lady said coquettishly.
This damn man is so good at complimenting others.
However, Fang Jingzhi focused on the oiran's bare feet.
The courtesan's slender feet are as delicate and white as a peeled egg, elegant and curvy, her wrists and ankles are both fat and thin, and she is naturally beautiful.
Fang Jingzhi said distressedly: "Don't dance like this anymore. Look at this step, your skin is all red!"
The oiran lady's arms holding Fang Jingzhi's neck tightened slightly.
This sentence moved the court lady to a great extent.
This damn man really cares about himself.
Unlike other men who only want their own bodies, how can they notice that their feet are sore from dancing!
For a moment, the oiran's eyes were filled with tears, and she felt like her heart was going to break.
"Master, how about you carry me to the couch..."
…
At the door of Fang Jingzhi's house.
Lao Zhu looked at Mao Xiang who knocked on the door with an aggrieved look.
Damn it, since he became emperor, no one has dared to make him wait.
This kid is someone who deserves to be beheaded.
Mao Xiang knocked on the door for a long time, but when no one answered, he looked at Lao Zhu cautiously: "Your Majesty, Mr. Fang, he should not be at home!"
At this time, Lao Wang's wife next door went out.
Seeing Lao Zhu squatting at the door of Fang Jingzhi's house with gifts, he shouted: "Are you two officials here to find my young master?"
When treating the common people, Lao Zhu's doggy face was instantly replaced by a smile.
Without waiting for Mao Xiang to reply, he smiled and replied: "Yes, sister-in-law, this boy Fang is not at home!"
Lao Wang's wife was a typical village woman who didn't understand those etiquettes. She said in a loud voice: "My young master went out this morning and has not come back. If you two officials have something important to do, please leave your name." , when my young master comes back, the old woman will tell him to find two officials."
Leave your name. Can you leave your name casually?
Lao Zhu immediately refused: "Haha, sister-in-law, no need. Since Mr. Fang is not here, we will come back another day."
Lao Zhu smiled and cupped his hands, turned around and left, and Mao Xiang, who was carrying the gift, followed immediately.
Looking at these strange two people, the old woman couldn't help but murmured: My young master, when did you know this kind of person? He looks very imposing. This is not an ordinary person!
When she heard the cry of her little grandson at home, the old woman didn't think too much, turned around and went home to serve her grandson.
Lao Zhu was very dissatisfied with Mao Xiang's work attitude.
He asked with a cold face: "Mao Xiang, where are your people? This guy is not at home, you don't know!"
Knowing that he had made a mistake at work, Mao Xiang quickly apologized and then waved behind him, and a plainclothes man immediately came over.
The two whispered a few words, and the plainclothes man left immediately and returned again after a while.
Mao Xiang looked at Lao Zhu, who had a pulled face, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
Lao Zhu was dissatisfied, glared at him and said angrily: "If you fart, just let it go, hold it in until you get home and drink!"
Mao Xiang was accustomed to Lao Zhu's bad mouth, so he stepped forward and whispered: "Your Majesty, that boy, that boy is in the Jiaofang Division now..."
Lao Zhu was stunned for a moment, then jumped to his feet and scolded his mother.
"Damn it, this little bastard, I came out of the palace to look for him, but this little bastard actually went to the Jiaofang Division..."
"This damn little bastard should be struck to death with a thunderbolt..."
As Lao Zhu left, he cursed and returned to the palace...
Mao Xiang made careful calculations.
It took about half an hour to get from the Fang family to the palace. Not a single word in His Majesty's mouth was repeated...
Your Majesty's skill at cursing has become better again...
…
In the room of the court lady, there was a burst of lightning and thunder, and a heavy rain...
Fang Jingzhi was lying on the gorgeous brocade couch, looking at the beauty in his arms with a wicked smile.
The courtesan's brown eyes were as dark and moist as a deer in the forest, but full of confusion. Her skin was a bright pink color and covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.
Exquisite appearance, plump figure, smooth and flawless skin, like a ruby beauty.
The oiran woman lay on his broad chest, panting and moaning: "Sir, please spare me, I'm really in trouble!"
"I don't know who it is, but it just kept shouting, want, want, want..." Fang Jingzhi smiled evilly.
The oiran lady was too shy to raise her head, and immediately changed the subject: "Sir, let me help you take a bath!"
We can't continue. If we continue, she will die...
There was a pop...
An unexpected scream sounded.
The oiran woman lay in Fang Jingzhi's arms and said coquettishly: "I hate it."
Fang Jingzhi caressed the delicate body of the beauty in his arms: "You said that we should take bath together, shouldn't we do it together?"
"Young Master has no pity for others at all!"
The oiran woman gave a coquettish cry, hooked her hands around Fang Jingzhi's neck, and talked nonstop, asking him for advice on music.
Fang Jingzhi was a parallel importer, and she didn't have much in her stomach. She couldn't resist the temptation of the corsage, and let the oiran lady play a pink memory, which made the oiran lady blush with excitement.
"By the way, an interesting thing happened in Nanjing recently. Did you hear about it, sir?"
Her seemingly casual words made Fang Jingzhi feel curious.
"What's the matter? Let me tell you." Fang Jingzhi said.
The oiran lady raised her charming and affectionate face, stared at him, and said with a chuckle: "This interesting story is related to Mr. Hu."
Hu Xiang naturally refers to the current prime minister Hu Weiyong.
Since Lao Zhu ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, the Ming Dynasty has experienced a total of four prime ministers and one quasi-prime minister.
The prime ministers are Li Shanchang, Xu Da, Wang Guangyang, and Hu Weiyong, while the quasi-prime minister is Yang Xian.
Nowadays, Lao Hu's party dominates the court, and he has reached the pinnacle of his life.
Then, it’s either this year, next year, or the year after.
Lao Zhu will take off his six-yang leader when he is at his peak.
From then on, Lao Hu will be recorded in the history books as the last prime minister in Chinese history.
Become a famous figure like Puyi through the ages.
From some aspects, Lao Hu has accomplished things that many literati would never dare to think of.
"A few days ago, some people in the capital said that stalagmites suddenly appeared in the well in Hu Xiang Dingyuan's hometown, and the water was several feet deep. This was an auspicious sign. Some people also said that there were fires on the tombs of three generations of Hu Xiang's grandfather at night, lighting up the night sky. ." The oiran lady looked at him with a raised face and continued to speak sweetly.
"Hu Xiang is a "blessed" person!" Fang Jingzhi said half surprised, half emotional.
Why did the oiran lady tell herself this?
Insecurity made him wary.
think carefully.
He is just an oiran, not a big player in the court, so he is being too cautious.
But this did remind him.
Historically, it seems that it was after auspiciousness appeared in Lao Hu's family.
Not long after, Hu Weiyong was killed by Zhu Yuanzhang.
Lao Hu shouted that his family was auspicious and went to show off in front of Lao Zhu's door. He described it vividly, Lao Zhu, come and visit. As long as you come, I will kill you.
Lao Zhu, an honest old farmer, is very jealous of Lao Hu. We are all emperors. Why do you have auspiciousness in your family and we don’t? I will tear it down for you right now.
As a result, as soon as Lao Zhu arrived at the door, Lao Hu was reported.
The next step is to kill everyone.
Fang Jingzhi couldn't help but feel a little sad for Lao Hu.
"Ah!" The court lady exclaimed, shyly hugging Fang Jingzhi's mischievous hand.
Fang Jingzhi hugged the beauty's shoulders and said with a smile: "How can we let down the beauty of the beautiful time so easily? Just now, I suddenly thought of a few tricks to have sex with the courtesan..."
"Young master, how bad are you?"
"Then you like it!"
"I like it so much. The young master must be responsible for others to the end!" The oiran lady softened into Fang Jingzhi's arms and said shyly.
"This young master has always been a serious and responsible man!"
In an instant.
The water rises and splashes.
Young Master Fang, generate electricity for love!
(Do you need me to hint more clearly, Guanxi, Azu, Yu Yan, Zunlong!!!)
That night, there was lightning and thunder in the courtesan's room.
