Datang New Giants

Chapter 193 Gift to Miss Yimeng
Yimeng asks people to accept the second altar of wine, and then drinks flower wine with Lu Ting.

When you come to the Wanhua Building, you will definitely not make the guests feel lonely. The girls inside will not only look at their faces, but also know how to do things. After a while, there will be singing and dancing, and the sound of cups clinking in the box And the delicate laughter of women, and occasionally the bold laughter of men.

After drinking this meal of flower wine for more than an hour, they each pulled the woman they had chosen to hang up the table.

Cheng Chuliang, the third son who made Lu Ting speechless, chose a plus-sized beauty, Yu Tuan'er, despite so many beauties. In his words, he likes flesh and feels comfortable. When Lu Ting left with Yimeng in his arms, he also wanted to follow suit. It would be easy to do it on weekdays, but this time he drank too much and couldn't even walk steadily. In the end, it was Yu Tuaner who carried him back to the room.

Although radish and cabbage have their own preferences, this taste is a bit too unique.

Lu Ting, Chang Sun Chong and others laughed until their stomachs ached.

After drinking so much wine, when they clinked glasses, their clothes and body were stained with a lot of wine, and they were sweating a little. At Yimeng's suggestion, Lu Ting soaked in a big bathtub for a couple of mandarin ducks to play together. After a while, Lu Ting began to feel uneasy, and couldn't help but want to punish the seductive little goblin.

While drinking flower wine, Yimeng's little girl began to tease her intentionally or unintentionally, rubbing against her, and touching sensitive places intentionally or unintentionally. There were a lot of people just now, and it was the first time to invite the brothers to drink flower wine, so it's not good to be early It's not good to look too anxious in front of my brothers, so I endured it all the time. Now that the door is closed, I can no longer pamper her.

Little fairy, do you really think you don't have a diamond stick?

Soon, the special couch in the fragrant room made the familiar creaking sound again, and from time to time, there were the coquettish voices of women and the panting of men, which lasted until late at night.

When she woke up the next day, Yimeng, who had been actively teasing and cooperating last night, obediently half-kneeled on the couch and waited on Lu Ting to get dressed. Seeing that Lu Ting seemed to be okay, she said in surprise: "Master, you are really amazing!" , my family is so tired that it seems that the bones are falling apart, and the young master is still fine, it seems that next time we need to invite more sisters to serve the young master together."

On the night of Shangyuan Festival, Yimeng was a little tired, but it was a deliberately exaggerated tiredness, which can satisfy a man's vanity, just like having sex, the more he begs for mercy, the more excited he is, but this time it is different, it is really tired , One thing that can be confirmed is that Lu Ting is stronger than last time.

Lu Ting smiled and said nonchalantly, "It's better, Miss Yimeng doesn't like it?"

It doesn't need to be said by Yimeng, Lu Ting has also felt it himself, he seems to have improved in terms of physical strength, I don't know if it is because he has recuperated well recently, or because he learned martial arts from Ren Zhenhai, his body has improved.

Either way, it's a good sign.

Of course, how comfortable I am, most of the time I lie down and enjoy, saving a lot of energy,
"I like it, my family is so happy." When Yi Meng spoke, she gave Lu Ting a wink, and even touched Lu Ting's lower body as a prank.

Lu Ting's heart fluttered, and he almost wanted to be impulsive again, but thinking of expanding the wine shop today, he wondered if Zhang Sun Chong and the others would wait for him, so he pinched her in retaliation, and even bit the rouge at the corner of her mouth. pass her.

"Young master Lu, wait a moment, the slave family will take you out." Yi Meng said while holding the clothes and getting ready to wear them.

"No need to send it off, you are tired too, let's rest."

Seeing that Lu Ting was not joking, Yi Meng responded, hugged Lu Ting's neck and kissed several times, and then got back under the covers again.

Lu Ting tidied up and walked out of Yimeng's Xiangge quickly. At this moment, Mama Chen, the bustard, said with a smile on her face, "Master Lu, did you sleep well last night?"

"Not bad." Lu Ting was too lazy to discuss his feelings about drinking flower wine with a bustard, and asked casually, "My brothers? Are they awake?"

Mother Chen quickly said: "The young masters drank a lot during the dinner, and they drank another round after returning to the room, and they are still sleeping, Mr. Lu, the slave family sent someone to wake them up?"

After drinking so much, go back to the room and drink another round?
It's really interesting.

Lu Ting waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let them sleep, Ms. Chen, where is the counter, take me to checkout."

"If you go back to Mr. Lu, it has already been settled, including Mr. Lu's four brothers, the accounts are all settled."

Didn't you say that you were the one to treat yourself? Why are there still people rushing to tie the knot?
Lu Ting frowned and said, "Who made the knot?"

"Miss Yimeng has always admired Mr. Lu, and she asked the maid to settle the bill in advance." Mother Chen said with a smile.

Lu Ting is the winner of the Queqiao Lantern, and he left the lantern in Wanhuayuan. He is a VIP of Wanhuayuan. When he goes to Wanhuayuan to play, drinks and dishes are free, and the rest of the expenses are waived if possible. If you reduce it, you will reduce it. The biggest expense is the expenses of Changsun Chong and the others. Mother Chen made the decision, and it was completely waived.

In order to make Lu Ting have a better impression of Yi Meng, he put all the credit on her.

"How can I let Miss Yimeng spend money? No, I will pay the money and ask the counter to return the money to Miss Yimeng." Lu Ting said quickly.

After a whole night of tossing around, not to mention playing for nothing, even the drinks are paid by Yimeng, how can this work.

Mother Chen quickly said: "If there is no young master, Yimeng would not be where she is today. The money for playing tea is several times higher than before. You don't have to work as hard as before. Mr. Lu, this is Yimeng's kindness. And please, Mr. Lu, don't refuse."

Having said all this, Lu Ting hesitated for a moment, and quickly said, "Mother Chen, do you have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

Practices such as Wanhuayuan and Yimeng were not uncommon in ancient times. Brothels and brothel women would win over some celebrities and scholars, or let them write some attractive poems for themselves, which were used when playing, or passed through them. Increase fame, thereby increasing social status.

The most famous one is Liu Yong from the Song Dynasty, who was underappreciated for his talent. For a period of time, he lived in a brothel for a living. No matter where he went, those brothel women rushed to entertain him, and when they were done, they secretly stuffed money into his clothes to help him tide over the difficulties.

Chen's mother's eyes lit up, and she quickly said: "Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Lu, wait a moment, and the servant will go get it right away."

After Lu Ting became famous overnight, some people said that he was the number one talent of the younger generation in the Tang Dynasty. Many scholars came to watch the calligraphy left by him that day. I don’t know how much business he brought to Wanhuayuan. Hearing that Lu Ting offered to ask for pen, ink and paper Yan, I still don't understand, so I went away.

With Lu Ting's reputation now, even casual scribbling is still calligraphy.

"Early in the morning, why did you set up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

"Isn't that Mr. Lu Ting, a poetic masterpiece?"

"Quick, go have a look."

"Young master Lu is going to write a poem again, sisters, come and see."

After a while, Lu Ting was surrounded by the inner three floors and the outer three floors, and they were all watching the fun.

Originally, she was very famous, and when Mother Chen went to fetch pens, ink, paper and inkstones, she also intentionally publicized it, secretly building momentum for Wanhuayuan and Yimeng, and the number of people suddenly increased.

From time to time, there are women from the brothel who laugh softly, some say that Mr. Lu is really a beautiful tree, some say that Sister Yimeng is not strong, Mr. Lu is still so energetic early in the morning, if he is himself, he will have to let Mr. Lu walk away from the wall, and then talk to each other. Joking or something.

Lu Ting could only pretend not to hear these things, picked up the pen, pondered for a while, and quickly started writing.

Everyone felt that Lu Ting's writing was like flowing water, and he finished it very quickly. He said "Mother Chen, please pass it on to Miss Yimeng" and walked away.

As soon as Lu Ting left, the onlookers gathered around at once. When they saw what Lu Ting wrote, they guessed right, it was really a poem for Miss Yimeng.

The title of the poem is "To Girl Yimeng".

Something good read aloud:
"Pingping curled up for more than thirteen years, and the cardamom branch was in early February.

The spring breeze is ten miles away from Pingkang Road, and it is not as good as rolling up bead curtains. "

"It's not as good as a spring breeze ten miles on Pingkang Road, rolling up bead curtains. Based on this poem, it is no exaggeration for Miss Yimeng to be called the number one beauty in Pingkangfang."

"It's February now, and the cardamom on the branch is green and green, and the bean sprouts on the branch in February are so wonderful."

"This poem seems plain, but it is actually simplified. The most plain lines express the most moving artistic conception. It is simply decayed into magic."

"It's really worthy of being the number one talented scholar in the Tang Dynasty, and he is extraordinary when he makes a move."

"Sister Yimeng is very lucky. If there is any son who can write a poem like this for the little girl, the little girl is willing to wait."

"Think beautifully, even if there is, it will be your turn, sister Jiao."

Some people also raised eyebrows, a somewhat fat middle-aged man said suspiciously: "This poem is wrong, it seems that Miss Yimeng is more than thirteen years old."

As soon as the words were finished, a handsome young man retorted: "Thirteenth is corresponding to the cardamom branch in early February. That is the image of Miss Yimeng in Mr. Lu's heart. Whoever is as old as she is can be as big as she is."

"That's it," the companion standing beside him also sarcastically said: "The peacock flies southeast, wandering for five miles and one. Is it only five miles, no more, no less?" It’s so big, I don’t know how many thousands of miles it is; when it turns into a bird, its name is Peng, and the back of the Peng, I don’t know how many thousands of miles it is], can you really use a ruler to measure how many thousands of miles it is?”

"The sage said, three people must have my teacher. Who stipulates that three people must have my teacher. Four people can't do it? Many people can't do it. You are still a scholar, so stubborn."

A good poem is a good poem. As soon as it appeared in the world, it attracted everyone's unanimous praise and rave reviews, but when there was a little dissent, everyone immediately condemned it and completely suppressed it.

No one dared to question it.

Mother Chen's old face was smiling like a chrysanthemum, and the gouache fell off layer by layer. After showing it to everyone, Pidiandian went to announce the good news to Yimeng.

Now, with this poem, Yimeng's position is not only stable, but no one can shake her position in the near future.

It seems that the price of my daughter's Yimeng tea has to go up again.

Lu Ting didn't know how much influence his poems had, so he met Ren Zhenhai and walked straight out of the city.

It's a pity that the wine given to Yimeng was not opened on the spot, and I didn't see the sensation and popularity it caused.

Forget it after thinking about it, now the production is limited, and there is no stock, even if it is launched, it will not be sold, let's talk about it later.

While Lu Ting was busy with work, Zheng Yuanxuan was walking home with his tired body.

Last night, the envoy of the Silla Kingdom invited Zheng Yuanxuan to drink at their rented place in Chang'an. He wanted to go home and sleep, but he was so enthusiastic. He even arranged for two beauties to accompany him. They were twins. They looked like they were printed from the same mold, but their personalities were not very different, one was as enthusiastic as fire, and the other as cold as ice, so Zheng Yuanxuan happily stayed in the guest room and added two pillows at night.

I participated in the court meeting early in the morning and didn't go home. After the court was over, I thought of my daughter, so I pushed the invitation from my colleagues and planned to go back to have dinner with my precious daughter.

"Aye, you're back. You've had a lot of social engagements recently." Zheng Yanzhi said with some concern.

Aye is not young, so tired every day, how can he do it.

"Those missionaries who came to celebrate the new year have left in a hurry. When they are all gone, Aye can be free. When Zhi'er wants to go, he can go with Zhi'er." Zheng Yuanxuan said with a doting expression on his face explain.

Just about to approach, Zheng Yanzhi suddenly frowned slightly, and took two steps back: "Aye, you still smell of alcohol, go take a bath first."

"Okay, okay, listen to Zhier, Aye will go now." Zheng Yuanxuan said with a smile.

After Aye left, Zheng Yanzhi said to herself somewhat depressingly: "Aye is good at everything, but he is too carefree. No wonder Mother doesn't want to go to Chang'an with him."

Not only did Zheng Yuanxuan smell like alcohol, but the sharp-eyed Zheng Yanzhi also saw faint lip prints on his sleeves, so she could guess what he was doing last night without asking.

I wanted to say a few words, but as a daughter, it's hard to say such a thing, so I can only pretend not to see it.

As soon as Zheng Yuanxuan left, Zheng Zihan arrived on her back. As soon as she saw Zheng Yanzhi, she immediately walked over, dragged Zheng Yanzhi's hand and said, "That's great, sister Zhi, you are at home, I'm afraid I won't be able to find you."

"Sister Han, you are looking for me so urgently, what's the matter?" Zheng Yanzhi asked curiously.

It's rare to see Zheng Zihan being so anxious.

Zheng Zihan pulled Zheng Yanzhi aside, saw that there was no one left, and then said anxiously: "Sister Zhi, you promised to introduce Mr. Lu to my sister earlier, have you forgotten this?"

This little rascal, is he in such a hurry to find a man early in the morning?

Zheng Yanzhi was a little disdainful in her heart, but she still said: "I haven't forgotten, I'm looking for an opportunity to introduce you to each other. Let me tell you, Sister Han, you are also a famous lady after all. As for being so anxious, with your charm, you will definitely be surprised as soon as you make a move." Take him down."

He was unprepared before and did not dare to act rashly, but now it is different. When Lu Ting came to deliver the wine, he gave him "medicine", no matter how Zheng Zihan's little wave hoof made moves, it was useless.

Seeing the previous side just made her give up.

"If you don't come sooner, I'm afraid that others will strike first." There are no outsiders here, Zheng Zihan said without hesitation.

"Others strike first? How do you say that?"

Zheng Zihan asked a little strangely: "Sister Zhi, didn't you hear what happened last night?"

"Last night? What happened?" Zheng Yanzhi asked in a daze.

Zheng Zihan shook his head, and said with some regret: "Sister Zhi, you are too ill-informed about this news, Mr. Lu is making a big splash in Pingkangfang."

"Pingkangfang?" Zheng Yanzhi suddenly couldn't help raising her voice an octave.

Lu Ting going to Pingkangfang?

No way, Xiang Wu still came to my place, and said he wanted to watch the wine shop. He was busy, so he left after sitting for a long time. After seeing himself, he went to Pingkang Fang to drink flower wine?
A prodigal son is a prodigal son who has bought a maidservant, so where else will he go?

"Slow down." Zheng Zihan was taken aback, and quickly said: "Shouting so loudly, I'm afraid no one will hear you."

Only then did Zheng Yanzhi realize that she hadn't controlled her emotions well, and quickly said, "Sister Han, what's going on when you say you're showing off?"

My heart is inexplicably upset, but I really want to know what happened.

Zheng Zihan said excitedly: "Mr. Lu went to Wanhuayuan last night to relive old dreams with Yimeng. He is the oiran at the Lantern Festival at the Magpie Bridge. This morning, about an hour ago, Mr. Lu wrote a poem The poem, the title of the poem is For Miss Yimeng."

"Pingping curled up for more than thirteen years, and the cardamom branch was in early February.

The spring breeze is ten miles away from Pingkang Road, and it is not as good as rolling up bead curtains. "

"Miss Zhi, listen, this poem is so well written. It is said that when this poem came out, the whole Pingkang Square was shocked. That little oiran was lucky. With this poem, he could secure the title of No. [-] oiran. It can be famous in history, and many people say that this is one of the two best poems written by Pingkangfang in recent years, and the other one is also written by Mr. Lu, which is the poem "Admiring Flowers written on the Lantern Festival."

"Mr. Lu is not only suave, but also talented. Some people used to say that his poem "Admiring Flowers" was good, but only one poem was too thin. It would be far-fetched to call him the number one genius. When this poem for Miss Yimeng came out, I'm afraid no one will object."

"Zhimei, such a good person, you have to hold on tight, what will you do if someone snatches you away?"

Zheng Zihan babbled on by herself, she didn't notice that Zheng Yanzhi on the side clenched her silver teeth and clenched her small fists.
　I have a bit of a headache tonight, so I won’t divide it. Let’s count it as the second chapter. Thanks again to every book friend who supports Xiaopao.
　　
　
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