The boat has not even docked yet, and the orioles and swallows in Liuhua Pavilion are already posing and enchanting.
Han You raised his head and glanced briefly, taking in all the scenery under the skirt, and then cursed: "Emotional safety pants existed in ancient times. It is indeed an evil old society."
Wang Hai couldn't help but ask: "Master, what are safety pants?"
"Big red pussy bag."
Wang Hai was puzzled and felt that the young master was becoming more and more mysterious.
When the boat docked, Mr. Turtle shouted with a smile on his face, and two prostitutes on the flower boat stretched out their arms to help Han You onto the boat.
Wang Hai started rubbing his hands again. Compared with the brothel in Beishi, the flower boat was really different.
Most of the brothel girls in Bei City are rough and thick-skinned, and their main focus is to be a rebel. Many of the girls have working experience older than him.
Looking at this flower boat woman again, looking around, Chaoyun Muyu's figure is graceful and graceful. The amorous feelings under the pink and white are as if it will take away the soul of the person. The pink is greasy, crisp and delicate. .
"Hey, this young master looks familiar. He is so handsome. Why can't I remember him?"
Before anyone arrived, the soft words came first. As a gust of fragrant wind blew, the old madam twisted her waist and walked over quickly. She put her beautiful arms around Han You's and tightened her half-naked breasts. come over.
No one knows the surname of the old bustard, but they are all called Yanliu.
Yanliu is thirty-two years old, which is the year of charm. Her big peach blossom eyes are full of charm, and her every frown and smile are full of imperfections.
Han You had never seen anything big before, so he stretched out his hand and pinched Yanliu's butt hard, laughing loudly.
This is a secret signal. When boarding the flower boat, you must test it first.
People who can come to this place are either rich or noble, but these rich and noble people are also divided into young and old.
Like a new driver, he must pretend to be here often but at a glance, others can tell that it is his first time. At the same time, his eyes and demeanor must show that he despises this kind of fireworks.
For something like this, the old madam and all the young ladies would definitely go to death.
There is also someone like Han You who doesn't bother to touch two butts before he comes to share his pussy. He is an experienced guy. He has to wear a pair of stockings before leaving at one o'clock, so it is difficult to take advantage.
Yanliu let out a squeak, just like a wild cat in July and August, but Han You was fine. Wang Hai, who was following behind, swallowed a sip of water and stared at Yanliu's twisting crotch, distracted.
Liuhua Pavilion has four floors. There are sixteen low tables on the first floor, surrounding a red table. This table is where the prostitutes display their talents, singing songs, dancing, showing off their figures and so on.
The second floor is separated by a screen and is very private. It is where close friends meet and the cost is more than that of the first floor.
As for the third and fourth floors, they are both bedrooms. If you are tired from playing, or if you want to play, you can take a rest on these two floors.
Han You didn't go to the stairs, but went directly to the low table in the corner and sat down.
Yanliu was a little disappointed, seeing that although Han You was dressed like a scholar, he also looked like a wealthy man, but he didn't go to the second floor.
It was midday, so it wasn't as lively as at night. There weren't many people on the first floor, and Han You only had five tables, which was less than half.
Yanliu didn't sit down, but bent down, taking in the panoramic view of the scenery: "I haven't asked the young master yet what to call him."
Han You smiled slightly: "The surname is Wang, and the single name is Hai."
Wang Hai next to him was stunned for a moment: "Then what is my name?"
"Then Prince, do you want to listen to some music, or ask me to ask some sisters to accompany you to relieve your boredom, or..."
Yanliu giggled and lowered her voice: "Or go to the top pavilion to relieve your fatigue?"
"The first floor will do. Let's serve a pot of tea first."
"The spring is beautiful at night and the spring is beautiful in the morning. Why does the young master want to drink tea?"
Yanliu walked around behind him, put his arms around Han You's neck, rubbed forward intentionally or unintentionally, and exhaled like a orchid: "If you want me to tell you, you can drink some of my Yanliu Pavilion's crisp bone wine, which I brewed myself." , don’t you try it?”
Han You chuckled: "The more you drink, the more you spend. I don't talk in circles. I'm not here to spend money today."
Upon hearing this, Yanliu's face froze: "Are you going to... play in vain?"
"What are you talking about? How can you call it a waste of time?" Han You shrugged: "You have to get me some when you leave."
Yanliu squinted her eyes and stared at Han You, trying to tell whether this guy was joking.
The old madam has been in the business for so many years, made so much money, and raised so many people on the flower boat. She has never seen anything like this. She has seen people who want to spend less money, and she has seen people who are free of charge. The only thing I have never seen is that not only do you want to have sex for free, but you also want to get something when you leave.
"Aren't you trying to be a poet leader? Whoever does good poetry can sleep with your top star, right?"
Yanliu was so angry that she said, "See how the young master is dressed like a scholar and speaks vulgar words. That's called a kiss."
"Can I sleep after a kiss?"
Yanliu was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously: "Yes."
"Isn't this going to end?" Han You shrugged: "I won't sleep, I will cash out."
Yanliu opened his mouth and suppressed the curse words. His eyebrows were raised: "Young Master Wang, are you here to have fun with my slave in Liuhua Pavilion?"
"I was serious."
Han You turned around and looked around: "Didn't you say that if there is a poem competition, keep all the poems? Where are they? Let me watch first."
Seeing that Han You was serious, Yanliu's eyes flashed with a trace of boredom, and his tone was cold: "If it's a poetry contest, we should listen to the music and have some drinks and refreshments."
"That's not right. I heard rumors in the market. It is clearly said that all talented people in the capital can board the ship and leave poems and names. If Miss Yun Xi is satisfied, she can go to Miss Yun Xi's boudoir. It didn't say that she has to spend money. Then Are you doing this to exchange poems for prostitution... No, are you trying to make friends with poems, or are you buying and selling by force in the name of writing poems?"
"What are you talking about? We, Hualiuge, want to share the talents of talented people."
Seeing that Han You was really a leopard-headed person, Yanliu was too lazy to be polite. He snorted, twisted his hips and walked to the wooden platform, tearing off the red cloth of the screen on the platform.
The red cloth fell, and more than ten poems were transcribed on it.
Yanliu stopped entertaining Han You, whispered a few words to Mr. Turtle, and went to the bow of the ship to wait for the enemy.
At this moment, several more boats came up, most of them were dressed as scholars. There were more than ten people, all wearing jade pendants on their waists and holding gold embroidered paper fans. Although they were not very old, the oldest was only twenty-five years old. Six, the youngest one is only sixteen or seventeen years old.
Seeing that this group of people were dressed in extraordinary clothes, Madam Yanliu hurriedly greeted them.
Han You looked back and didn't take it seriously, then turned to look at the poems on the table.
Wang Hai asked in a low voice: "Master, can you still compose poetry?"
"Of course, what would I do if I don't know how to compose poetry?"
Wang Hai remained silent and expressed doubts about this.
It has been a year since I entered the mansion. I have never seen my young master write poetry, but it is quite common to see him committing suicide.
Han You was not a liberal arts major in his last life. After looking at the poems on the table for a few times, he couldn't tell whether they were good or bad. He scratched his head and muttered to himself while recalling them.
"On the flower boat, the poems must be written according to the situation, describing the fireworks in the willow alley, yes, there seems to be a poem called a pair of jade arms, a pillow for thousands of people, a little bit of red lips, thousands of people can taste it..."
Han You scratched his head and looked at Wang Hai: "What's down there?"
Wang Hai shook his head: "I don't know."
Han You thought for a while and said uncertainly: "Thousands of people have tasted a betel nut, and everyone calls her the taste king?"
Wang Hai was also confused: "Master, even though I don't know a single Chinese character, when I listen to your poem, why do I think it's a curse word?"
"Oh yes, it's a curse word."
Han You suddenly remembered that this poem was indeed a curse. After the author wrote this poem, it was said that he was so angry that a famous prostitute at the time was killed.
Just as he was about to think hard again, he saw the group of scholars shouting the word "good".
A young man in white clothes walked onto the wooden platform and left a poem. He was very proud and his face was full of pride.
