Da Bong fights more people

However, Xu Qi'an said nonchalantly, let's go to Yingmei Xiaoge to reserve the venue, and I will take care of it.

The gongs were bloodied on the spot and became sexually aroused.

Song Tingfeng pulled Xu Qi'an to the corner, rubbed his hands together, and said, "Ning Yan, you are such a good brother, that girl Fuxiang joins?"

Xu Qi'an squinted at him: "You call Dad, and I'll answer you."

Song Tingfeng is also a good man who can bend and stretch, and he recognized his father on the spot.

Xu Qi'an said: "Of course it's impossible."

"" Song Tingfeng said angrily, "Why don't you call me back, otherwise I wouldn't play with you."

Xu Qi'an ignored him and slipped away.

Who is Fuxiang?A well-known oiran, a top courtesan, she is willing to sleep with Xu Qi in peace, similar to a good relationship.

In this era, dating women in brothels is very common.

Among them, there are the most readers.

But Fu Xiang is not Xu Qi'an's slave, nor is it a concubine that can be transferred as goods at will.

With Fu Xiang's worth and rank, how could she agree to such a thing.Idiots talk about dreams.

Xu Qi'an didn't want to create a quarrel with the lady oiran because of this, or even break the relationship.

Document library, A character warehouse.

The sandalwood is burning, and the cyan smoke is as straight as a line. The sunlight shines through the lattice windows, reflecting regular and neat color blocks on the ground.

Wei Yuan closed the thick "Thirteen Classics of Dafeng", pondered for a moment, got up, and found a copy of "Kyushu Chronicles: Western Regions" in the bookshelf.

The sandalwood is burned to ashes, and the incense ash falls into the small furnace.

Wei Yuan closed all the books and squeezed the space between his brows wearily. Before he knew it, the books piled up in his hand were already as high as his shoulders.

"Father, what did you find?" Nangong Qianrou finally waited for the opportunity.

"I probably know what's going on." Wei Yuan sighed.

"What's the secret in Sang Boli?" Nangong Qianrou asked.

"This is not something you should know." Wei Yuan shook his head, warning with a serious face: "Forget what happened today, don't pursue it, don't discuss it in private."

Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou lowered their heads at the same time: "Yes."

Dusk, scattered value.

Including Xu Qi'an, ten watchmen entered Jiaofangsi Hutong with their heads held high.

During the Beijing inspection period when all officials are silent, the watchman can walk sideways in Jiaofangsi.

"Ning Yan, Fuxiang Huakui will really meet us?"

"I heard that Floating Fragrance Oiran hasn't accompanied guests for a long time,"

"Plum Shadow Pavilion will really let us book the venue?"

The Tonggongs were a little unconvinced, because scholars are most welcome in Jiaofangsi, and all kinds of entertainment programs are biased towards serving scholars.

It's social ethos.

Although the watchmen supervise all officials and are upright, they have a mutual check and balance relationship with the officials.

If there is chaos in the Jiaofang Division, the Ministry of Rites will be very happy, eager to seize the opportunity to impeach and beat others.

Therefore, if Fuxiang Huakuan is unwilling to entertain them, the Tonggongs can only leave and lose face.

It's just that the Russian roulette game proposed by Xu Qi'an was too tempting. After listening to it, people all angrily scolded Xu Qi'an for being immoral, and when they asked whether they would go or not, they quickly agreed.

When they came to Yingmei Xiaoge, the gongs couldn't help but slow down, highlighting the ordinary Xu Qi'an who was caught in the crowd.

Xu Qi'an took off his waist knife, patted the little turtle's butt with the scabbard, and said with a relaxed smile, "Go and tell your wife, I want to reserve the venue."

Chapter 1 and one

Little Guigong was beaten, but he was not angry at all, with a smile on his face, his attitude was respectful, even flattering:

"Wait a minute, I'll go right away, Mr. Yang is here, the lady must be very happy to know."

Xu Qi'an patronized Fuxiang every now and then, the courtyard had long recognized him as the best friend of the oiran lady, the little concierge was arrogant and indifferent to other guests, but he did not dare to neglect Xu Qi'an.

Can't wait to kneel and lick.

Xu Qi'an led the watchmen into the courtyard, the plum blossoms in the corner were fragrant, and the white walls and black tiles were quite elegant.

When the oiran lady heard that Xu Qi'an had reserved the venue, she immediately asked the maid to put on delicate makeup and wear a pink and white floor-length dress, revealing her delicate collarbone and fair neck.

The white bodice is looming in the tulle.

Fu Xiang personally accompanied him, serving tea and wine to Xu Qi'an, and occasionally chatting with her ear, smiling like a flower.

All the gongs watching were envious.

Fuxiang itself is quite a famous oiran. After the song "Dark Fragrance Floating at Moon Dusk" came out, her net worth rose.

I heard that I no longer accompany guests, at least it is impossible for ordinary people.

Even so, there are still as many guests who come to Yingmei Xiaoge to drink, listen to music and play tea every day, because Fuxiang will occasionally come out to be an officer and organize everyone to play wine orders.

After drinking for three rounds, Xu Qi'an gave Song Tingfeng a wink, got up and said: "My colleagues, Xu is too strong to drink, so let's rest first, you guys play."

Of course the gongs had no objection, they exchanged eye contact with each other and laughed straight away.

Fu Xiang's eyes flickered, she gave Xu Qi'an a strange look, and then let him leave with her arms around Xiang's shoulders.

After taking a bath, Xu Qi'an was wearing white single clothes, sitting lazily, with a wine glass in his hand.

"Xu Lang rarely brings his colleagues over for drinks." Floating, who also just finished taking a bath, sat on the bed a little far away, tilted his head, and wiped his hair.

Her skin was moist and her face was flawless. In the swaying candle shadow, she was a little more enchanting and mysterious.

"It's a long story," Xu Qi'an sighed after taking a sip of wine, "A few days ago, two Jin Luos took a fancy to me and wanted to recruit me, so they had a fight at the Dachangmen Yamen. "

Fu Xiang got off the bed, her skirt fell down, covering her long snow-white legs, she hugged Xu Qi'an from behind, and said with a light smile, "Are you envious of a villain?"

"Pink eye disease has existed since ancient times." Xu Qi'an did not deny it.