Han Youyu was making a lot of calculations in his mind, thinking about teasing this beautiful girl again, and enjoying some sexual pleasure as soon as possible with the strength of wine, so as to relieve the unbearable desire of the past few days.
The charming proprietress opposite was not in a hurry, and she was afraid that she had some unpredictable thoughts, so she filled up another glass and persuaded Han Youyu to drink it. After thinking about it, he said: "Come to us in the past few days. The merchants here don’t know what’s going on. They don’t go to other inns or restaurants, so they come to Feng Laiyi. I’ve been very busy these days.” As he spoke, he pretended to be sore from exertion. On her shoulders, the short jacket flashed and flashed, making the scenery inside really alluring. Apparently, this charming movement made Han Youyu's eyes widen.
The charming landlady moved her upper body and said, "We usually have a lot of customers, but this is the first time that we all stayed in Feng Laiyi without going anywhere else."
Han Youyu followed the proprietress's words and chatted with each other, "From what she said, there are quite a lot of motorcades coming and going in this city?"
"What else?" The charming landlady poured another drink for Han Youyu, "There aren't many bigger towns around here. Either they are walking through time and can't find the next resting place, or they are just on their way. Reorganize it here, otherwise, how could our small town be called Anjia?"
Han Youyu suddenly realized that the name of this small town had such origin.
"I've met some weird customers these past few days." The charming landlady suddenly said something again, and then she peeked at Han Youyu's expression while asking for a drink.
Raising his neck and taking a sip of the mellow wine, Han Youyu asked curiously: "Why is it so weird?"
The charming landlady warmed up another pot of wine and leaned over the table of dishes to serve Han Youyu. The looming beauty under her clothes made Han Youyu feel angry.
"Not to mention anything else, it's just the two guests who came when it was almost dark today. The man didn't have anything on his hands, so he asked the woman next to him to carry a wooden box. I really don't understand how to cherish the beauty. But look at the wooden box. The quality should be worth a lot of money."
When the other party mentioned these two people, Han Youyu knew without thinking that they were the two siblings.
Han Youyu, who was already slightly tipsy after a few glasses of wine, focused his blurry eyes for a moment, and blinked to hide it, but he himself didn't expect that this fleeting loss of concentration would be completely eliminated by the man opposite who was actually picking up food. The charming landlady who was secretly paying attention to him saw it.
Han Youyu said: "What did I think it was? There's nothing strange about a broken wooden box. Whoever holds it has it in his hand."
What happened in the city in the past few days has already made Han Youyu a little wary. Let alone the sister he coveted, he only heard the elders around him mention it in those years. That younger brother alone, with that kick, was like Han Youyu. , I’m afraid I’ll never forget it for the rest of my life.
The charming landlady ordered another drink, and she also drank half of the glass in front of her, saying: "I wonder if you can see it, little sister, I love these simple things by nature. You see Looking at the toys, calligraphy and paintings in this room, I bought many of them from other places at a huge price, for no other reason than to enjoy them."
At this point, the coquettish landlady's eyes flashed, and she said sweetly, "I think the box should be made of South China Sea ebony. She also loves it and wants to play with it."
The meaning is clearly that if you want to get into the girl's embroidery bed, take out something valuable!
I have to say that this young lady is also very good at playing with people's hearts, but she can control Han Youyu to death.
Han Youyu secretly curled his lips. He originally thought that he would just spend a little money for this little lady. Judging from her behavior, she seemed to be greedy for this intimate relationship. Otherwise, why would she be hinting at him all the time? In order to make her happy, some blood was shed, but I didn't expect that she actually wanted the stars in the sky, the moon in the water, just talk about these unrealistic things, but she was serious about it.
Han Youyu couldn't help but have a big head. If she had any other request, he would find some way to get it for her in order to get to know her in a simple way, but this object was really difficult to handle.
This South China Sea sunken ebony is said to be hard to buy for a thousand dollars. This is not because the material of this thing is not available in the world, but because this sunken ebony is the wood buried in the sea during the ancient times when the sea turned into a mulberry field. After hundreds of thousands of years of soaking and erosion, the surface looks like decay. It looks like it will break when touched, but in fact it is extremely hard and cannot be broken by humans. In addition, Han Youyu knew that this wooden box had been influenced by the essence of dozens of generations, and it was probably not an exaggeration to say that it could withstand great pressure.
In addition, this object is at night...
Han Youyu couldn't help but shudder at the thought. .
Han Youyu smiled to cover up his gaffe, and said with a troubled expression, "I'm afraid the girl doesn't know how precious this thing is. How about I go find a small ebony object elsewhere to give to the girl so that she can carry it with her?" It’s convenient and you can play with it when you have nothing to do.”
"But I just like this wooden box, and I don't want anything else." Her voice was soft and charming, with a hint of anger. After she finished speaking, she pouted her lips and acted so coquettishly that Han Youyu couldn't control herself. The enchanting look made Han Youyu want to take a bite.
But Han Youyu understood that he might have to wait until he got the wooden box, which was even more difficult to obtain than the night pearl on the emperor's bedside, before he could take a bite, and maybe hundreds of bites.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the shameful methods he had used before coming to this small building. Han Youyu looked at the cute and angry look of the charming woman opposite him, and immediately his heart skipped a beat and said: "Wait a moment, girl, I will definitely do it." I'll find a way to get it for you. But once you get it, girl, don't show it off everywhere, this thing is probably even more expensive than the emperor's dragon crown in the Forbidden City."
"You can tell by the quality that it's not an ordinary thing, otherwise I wouldn't like it so much, right?" The charming landlady restrained her coquettish look, and smiled, "I just don't know how the young master is going to get it. If it's money, the little lady You don’t have to spend any money, just go find those two people and buy it yourself."
Han Youyu was irritated by this discerning man's tactic, which he knew was a provocation, and said disdainfully: "I haven't spent money on what I want yet. Don't worry, girl, I will give the wooden box to the girl tomorrow at the latest. "
The charming landlady smiled sweetly, and had a few drinks with Han Youyu. During this period, they exposed their breasts and belly intentionally or unintentionally, and the inevitable skin-to-skin kiss made Han Youyu even more certain that something would happen tonight.
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Two flowers bloomed, one on each side. Here, Han Youyu made the charming landlady turn around with allure, while over there, in the middle of the night, he was being scolded by his sister.
After dinner, the waiter from the private shop came to clear away the dishes. Seeing that it was still early, I sat by the window in a daze holding the wine jar in the middle of the night, while my sister sat idle in the room and wiped the wooden box that had never left her.
Thinking that the silence was a bit weird, Ye San had nothing to say and asked, "Is it just to pay homage to the scholar general Yuan Chenghuan in Xiangfan?"
Holding a piece of velvet handkerchief spun by the fine craftsmanship of Jiangnan Weaving House and only for royal use, the elder sister took the trouble to wipe the wooden box over and over again. She was stunned at first, as if she was extremely unaccustomed to her younger brother asking this kind of question for the first time. matter.
"Why are you asking?" My sister continued her movements and asked nonchalantly.
"I'm curious." Ye Sangen turned to look at his sister. This answer obviously couldn't convince even himself.
I have been with my sister for many years, and I am afraid that I can guess what the other is thinking just by looking at each other, let alone what is on the surface like this?
However, in the past three years, it is not so much that he has had more stable days with his sister, but it is more that he is used to it. He feels that it is good like this now, and he can just live like this with his sister, no matter what the grudges are, he can leave if he wants to Leave and stay if you want.
In the middle of the night, I suddenly remembered the words of the free monk who I had talked with my sister about in the evening.
That encounter in an unknown restaurant by the Slender West Lake was a coincidence. If it hadn't been for the only table left in the crowded shop, I wouldn't have gone to the corner in the middle of the night to meet that slovenly monk in a torn robe. Ragged monks huddled together.
The monks practice Touta practice, the kind of ascetics who don't need to cut off their hair and shave. The monk's hat is tilted over the unkempt hair. In his left hand, he keeps shaking a cattail leaf fan that he seems to have picked up, which makes him feel like a cattail leaf fan in the middle of the night. What kind of wind can the broken branches blow out? There was a roasted chicken in his right hand, and his mouth was full of oil. He just rubbed his oily hands twice on the patched monk's robe, and then picked up the half-person-high gourd with pulp, transparent and round color and poured it into it. As soon as you smell it, you will know that it is the cheapest Luo Shenjiang in Dazhou. Smash it in your mouth, and then pick up the roast chicken and take two bites that are definitely not related to chewing.
Ye San even felt that some people in such a busy shop were unwilling to go to that table even if they were waiting, probably because of the sloppy monk's informal behavior.
I didn't mind it being late at night, so I went over and sat down. The monk was at a loss for words and started chatting with this person who was probably the first diner who came to this restaurant who was willing to sit with him. He even magically took out a sauced duck wrapped in oilcloth from his tattered monk's robe. , quite generously let us taste it together in the middle of the night.
Even though Midnight was not a picky person, he really couldn't compliment the monk's sloppy appearance and kept giving in. The monk didn't force himself and just drank and ate meat on his own. He even asked Yesan whether he came for the famous egg fried rice or the lady boss of the fried rice in the back room. Without waiting for a reply, the monk said: "To be honest, I came here for women."
Just when Ye San Geng thought this was a woman abductor, the informal monk seemed to have guessed the inner thoughts of Ye San Geng, who was still new to the world at that time, and said: "I am from Zizai Temple. Don’t worry, I’m just here to practice Zen.”
He also knew very little about the mysterious night shift of Zizai Temple. Most of the rumors about Zizai Temple were hearsay, so he was half-believed in what the monk said.
The monk is still talking to himself, "Those people say they are here for the boss lady, but in fact they are all here for the egg fried rice that is not sold twice a meal. You smell it, you smell it." As he spoke, the sloppy monk closed his door at ease. Upper Eyes sniffed with enjoyment, as if he could smell the fragrance even two or three feet away from the bubble house, "Even the Emperor came to buy a piece to try. You said how delicious it is."
In the middle of the night, without saying a word, I just listened to the free-spirited monk murmuring, "The boss lady is pretty, but some of the disciples don't dare to have her idea. Do you know why?" The free-spirited monk drank another mouthful of wine, which was quite mysterious. , as if to whet his appetite in the middle of the night, even if he ignored him in the middle of the night, he still seemed to have endless things to say, and kept talking like he was pouring beans into a dustpan, "She has skills, I heard a few years ago I beat away several scoundrels with a frying spoon. The monk really likes this fierceness. The monk has lived in vain for thirty years. Only then did he realize that he wanted to practice Zen, his sin, his sin."
Having heard about the strange rules and regulations of Zizai Temple, Ye Sangen also became interested and listened attentively.
"Books of scripture are Zen, meditation is Zen, tonsure is Zen, asceticism is Zen, ringing bells is Zen, wine and meat are Zen, and this beauty is also Zen right now."
"After thirty years of searching and thirty years of enlightenment, I finally discovered that this is my Zen."
"My wife is beautiful, she can go with wine and food. She is Zen, and her beauty can be seen."
"These are all for the benefit of gold and silver, the official fortune of the person who has read thousands of books, the reputation of riding in the rivers and lakes, I, the free monk, can only participate in her Zen, not much."
"Donors, please don't laugh at the monk's nagging. People like you who are wandering around the world are not much different from this plate of egg fried rice. These people of all sizes are just rice grains with yellow in the white, such as diced courgettes and red cabbages. Beans, chopped eggs, and so on, these are the big things and small things that bring these people together. The slender waist of this pretty widow, the oil and salt in the shovel, what the diners said is not explicit. The dirty talk is just a condiment that mixes these people and things together."
"This is the world you have to go through."
At three o'clock in the night, I clearly saw a golden light flashing behind Monk Zi Zi. It was supposed to be a moment of complete merit and virtue.
Now in the middle of the night, I feel that I should be like a scholar who participated in the official career and "blow out the reading lamp and the whole body will be full of moonlight" and ignore trivial matters. I will take my sister to Yangzhou to visit the world and have a taste of it.
