As soon as there was a "wave", the five girls from Huan Fei Yan, fat and thin, were extremely attentive. They poured tea, fanned themselves with fans, and pinched Zhou Yan's shoulders and beat his thighs. They spoke softly and flattered one after another. One sentence.
Zhou Yan was amused, but he raised his eyebrows at Han You proudly without moving his hands.
Just now, Yu Qi whispered that the financial owner was not a big one, but a small one. The five girls were all showing their hospitality next to the young prince, but the old madam sat next to Han You.
"Looking at my memory, looking at the handsomeness of the two young masters, and the fluttering of my heart, I even forgot to ask the two young masters their surnames."
Yuqi is such a sweetie, she dances eight times a day, and she will let anyone with money dance. Han You doesn't accept this trick, knowing that it is a dishonest thing.
Han You drank a cup of tea and said, "My name is Xiong Da, and his name is Xiong Er."
Zhou Yan was not happy, and he wanted to argue over this kind of thing: "I am Xiong Da."
Han You winked and asked angrily: "Who is bigger?"
Zhou Yan glanced at Yu Qi and his eyes dropped: "Hey, she's older."
Han You was very surprised. You could say that this Zhou Yan was a pervert, and he didn't just slap him when he came up, but if you say that this kid was a serious kid, he didn't even look in the right direction.
The old madam chuckled: "Young Master likes to joke, and you can tell he comes from a famous family just by taking a look at him. How could he have this common name? It must not be his real name."
After finishing speaking, the Madam clapped her hands and the dancer came on stage.
A half-meter-high stage is set up in the middle. The dancers are slim and graceful. They dance a long-sleeved dance. The six dancers have long sleeves and thin waists. Sometimes they bend down, sometimes they jump and throw their sleeves. They move like rabbits, as quiet as nowhere... as quiet as... Today's virginity, as the cymbals resounded enthusiastically, the dancers' movements became louder and more intense, spinning and jumping, and they closed their eyes.
Han You nodded repeatedly. No matter where this place was, these dancers were undoubtedly extremely professional. This was the real classical dance.
It is light, elegant and beautiful, without wearing revealing clothes or twisting and kicking. It perfectly integrates the softness and strength of women into the dance, which is dazzling.
Looking at later generations, Latin rumba chacha and the like are said to be art, but they are actually derived from the courtship movements of Cuban blacks imitating birds and animals. They have nothing to do with the word "beauty".
The drink was brought to him, and Zhou Yan grabbed the glass and drank it all in one gulp, which was so bold.
What does professionalism mean? The old madam and a group of ladies call it professionalism. They give advice and flattery one cup at a time, without even saying the same thing.
In ancient times, wine was fermented wine, which was obtained by fermentation and filtration. The alcohol content was only 20 degrees, and the rice wine that the common people drank was less than 10 degrees.
Although Zhou Yan is a child, he can drink six or seven cups without difficulty.
When the old bustard saw that the young benefactor was not short of money, he took advantage of the opportunity and said: "The middle and lower floors of this pavilion are open to traffic. It is too noisy. Young Master, why not go to the private room on the second floor and sit by the window. It is quiet and undisturbed. The scenery is beautiful, how about it.”
Zhou Yan sniffed: "There's a mother on the second floor...is there a girl's school book?"
The old madam smiled sweetly, stood up and hugged Zhou Yan's little arm: "Yes, yes, I will keep you company."
Han You wanted to stop him, but then he thought that he hadn't mentioned his father yet, so he might as well let the young prince drink two more drinks, which was enough to smooth things over.
Just like that, a big one, a small one and an old bustard led a group of warblers up to the second floor.
There are only eight screens separated by screens on the second floor, all facing the windows. There is also a wooden platform in the middle. The screens can be opened to watch dancing and listening to music.
After taking a seat, it was a little crowded for a while. Han You took the opportunity to say: "Go and get us some food. Let's disperse first."
"Hey, it's easy to eat, but I have to take good care of you."
The Madam's whole body was almost pressed against Zhou Yan's body.
Han You said angrily: "Just let the girls dance and sing outside."
"become."
The old madam was smiling brightly, and she liked sensible guests like Han You. She didn't have to accompany her, but she couldn't stop spending money. "Ordering songs and dancing" would cost extra.
Zhou Yan didn't say anything, and didn't seem to lose himself in the "handsome young master".
After everyone else left, Zhou Yan lowered his voice and asked, "But you want to teach Jianghu experience again?"
Han You didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The only thing that could distract Zhou Yan's attention from "women" was "jianghu".
After closing the screen, Han You sat back and said seriously: "Your Highness, I have something to tell you."
After these two hours of getting along, he also saw that the young prince in front of him was not a surly person, and the title of him changed from "you" to "you".
"Didn't I tell you on the way here that my father is the governor of Jingzhao Mansion?"
"Remember, what happened? Your father is also a member of the world?"
"No, today a dandy rode a horse in Bei City and injured a common man. The common man was a pregnant woman. The child was not saved after being hit by the horse, and the woman was also seriously injured."
"Bei City Horse Riding?" Zhou Yan frowned: "Is there anyone in this capital who is more arrogant than me?"
Han You's face looked a little strange: "Have you ever done this kind of thing?"
"That's not true." Zhou Yan chuckled: "I thought about it, the flying eagle swaggered through the market, and never found an opportunity."
"No, let's get down to business. This man has no official status and was brought to Jingzhao Mansion by the soldiers patrolling the streets. However, his father is the sixth-grade director of the Ministry of Industry. My father beat him a few times. Unexpectedly, Honglu Master Wu, the Shaoqing of the temple, sent his son-in-law to plead for mercy, not to plead for mercy, but to save the person."
Zhou Yan didn't seem to be interested. He flicked the tea cup in front of him and said absentmindedly.
Han You continued: "That man was very arrogant. He talked a lot in front of the people, and even bumped my father's feet. As a result, the official boots my father wore today were softer and more elastic. Then The guy was catapulted into the post.”
After a pause, he was still not very interested in seeing Zhou Yan. Han You had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue: "Where is the guy who was ejected from the start? He has an older brother. He is your adopted son, Your Highness."
"My adopted son?"
Zhou Yan raised his head with confusion on his face: "Whose name is it?"
"What is Shen? It seems to be called Shen...is it called Shen Mokun?"
Wang Hai said something at that time, but Han You didn't listen carefully and couldn't remember it for a while.
"Oh, Luo Li, I know this. No wonder you are sneaking around outside the palace."
Zhou Yan said with an indifferent expression: "You are afraid that that person will file a complaint with me to deal with your father. There is no need to worry, just feel at ease."
Han You was waiting for this sentence. Without saying a word, he poured himself a glass of wine. Just as he was about to take a sip, Zhou Yan added another sentence.
"Take care of the Prince of Jingzhao. Why look for me? The young minister of Honglu Temple is enough for your father to drink a pot. Haha, don't worry. Come, let's drink."
Han You was stupid. After a long time, he found the wrong person.
Putting down the wine glass, Han You said with a smile on his face: "If the young master of Honglu Temple wants to persecute my father, can you help me make peace with him?"
"What is the relationship between you and me?"
Zhou Yan's face was full of boldness and he waved his little hand: "I'm not familiar with you at all. Why should I help you? Just wish yourself well. Come on, keep drinking."
"What the hell..." Han You's nose was so angry that he suddenly stood up and said, "Drink it yourself."
