Da Bong fights more people

However, there are also conscientious officials who act as orderlings and play wine orders.Well, there are all gongs present, and it is definitely not Yaling who is doing it, but punching and rolling dice.

The smile on his face is too professional....The waist has been straightened, and the body is a little stiff, which shows that he has not really integrated into the atmosphere...It is more taboo to have physical contact with alcoholics. I touched my little hand just now, and my eyes there is disgust....

Summary: Look down on warriors.

Xu Qi'an likes to observe people's micro expressions and subtle movements.Because these details are a certain degree of refraction of the heart.

This is an occupational disease left over from his past years.

The performance of the red-sleeved girl reminded Xu Qi'an of the first time he met Fuxiang Oiran, the famous oiran of the teaching workshop that day, also had such a superficially polite but inwardly alienated attitude.

It's just that Fu Xiang's professional ethics is higher, not so obvious, but this red sleeve is a bit naked.

Of course, Fuxiang is the oiran of the Beijing Jiaofang Division, where is the capital?The gathering of dignitaries and dignitaries is not comparable to Yuzhou.

In addition to professional ethics, Hongxiu is naturally extremely beautiful in terms of appearance, with the softness and delicate temperament of Jiangnan women.

He always speaks with ending sounds like "Ya" and "Nee", and he is soft and soft. Talking to anyone is like talking to a lover.

"Let's play a song for the masters." Hongxiu said with a gentle smile.

"The piano skills of the red-sleeved lady are unrivaled in Yuzhou Jiaofang Division. If you come to our Yuzhou Jiaofang Division, you must listen to the piano sound of the red-sleeve lady." The official of the Water Transport Yamen immediately praised.

It's like introducing the special products of your hometown to distinguished guests from afar, how to say it nicely.

After playing the song, the official of the Water Transport Yamen raised his wine glass with a smile: "How are you, my lords?"

Song Tingfeng is an old fritter, raised his glass quickly, and took over the topic: "For example, the fragrance oiran of the Jiaofang Division in the capital is not too far behind."

There is still some gap...Xu Qi'an is not partial to his lover, but purely evaluates from an objective point of view.

Fuxiang's piano skills are as superb as her ventriloquism.

"Is it the fragrant oiran with "sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk"?" The eyes of the officials of the Water Transport Yamen suddenly lit up.

There is a long distance between Yuzhou and the capital, but this poem has been published for a long time, and the correspondence between scholars has spread it to scholars in various states.

These two poems have been widely circulated, and they are more popular than "Mo Chou has no confidant in the future, and no one in the world knows the king".

"Exactly." Song Tingfeng said.

"It is rumored that Lady Fuxiang is beautiful and heavenly, and she is a first-class beauty in the world." The official of the Water Transport Yamen asked expectantly.

This is the filter of fame. Fuxiang is the most famous courtesan in the capital, with such a halo on her head, in the eyes of men who are keen on romantic places, she is simply a goddess of Tianzihao.

The red-sleeved lady's smile was slightly stiff, a little unhappy.

In her yard, discussing a big name in the same industry, and talking about it like this, she felt shameless.

Song Tingfeng didn't seem to notice the displeasure of the red-sleeved lady, he laughed strangely, pointed at Xu Qi'an and said, "I'll ask him."

Xu Qi'an said lightly: "It's not bad, among the beauties I've seen, I can rank among the top five."

When he said this, many beauties flashed in his mind: Aunt, Lingyue, Huaiqing, Lin'an, Guoshi, Chu Caiwei...

People say no?

Everyone couldn't help but glance at Xu Qi'an.

"You really know how to joke, my lord really knows how to joke." The official of the Water Transport Yamen said with a dry smile.

"I'm not joking," said the taciturn Zhu Guangxiao, explaining for his colleagues, "Floating Fragrance is his best friend."

...The official of the Water Transport Yamen's face almost collapsed, trying hard to control his expression, so that he didn't laugh out loud.

Is Fuxiang his best friend?The No. 1 prostitute in the capital, would he fall in love with a vulgar martial artist like you?

Why don't you say that the princess is your good friend, why don't you say that the mysterious female national teacher is your good friend.

However, bragging in the wine field is basic practice, and the officials from the Water Transport Yamen who came to accompany the wine were disdainful, but they still smiled on the surface.

Vulgar man.... The disdain in the red-sleeved oiran's eyes has not been concealed, but she is drinking with her head down very well, so that no one else can see it.

She doesn't like martial arts at all, she doesn't know how to be compassionate and cherish jade, she speaks and acts very rudely, unlike a scholar, she is gentle, reciting poems and doing right things, and treating the women in Jiaofang Division is also polite.

"I didn't expect my lord to have such a relationship with Mrs. Fuxiang. I don't know my lord's surname Gao?" Hongxiu said half seriously and half mockingly.

The officials of the Water Transport Yamen stared at her with reproachful eyes, and hurriedly picked up the wine glass: "Drink, drink."

This topic has been brought up, Song Tingfeng said with a smile: "Ning Yan, it's a good thing the boss didn't go to Yunzhou with him, otherwise we would definitely not agree to us coming to the Jiaofang Division to have fun."

Xu Qi'an said: "This is not for fun, this is for sightseeing, next time the boss asks, you can answer him like this."

Ning Yan, this should be his name... Hongxiu glanced at Xu Qi'an.

The tea round is over.

The red-sleeved oiran left the table early, and then, there was no sound.

Not keeping that guest for tea meant that she didn't like the watchman present.

"I don't know how to flatter you!" said a watchman in a deep voice.

The officials of the Water Transport Yamen were a little embarrassed, and they were quite annoyed. They were not targeting the beaters, but the red sleeves.

It's just that the Jiaofang Division is not under the management of the Water Transport Yamen. As one of the six oirans of the Yuzhou Jiaofang Division, Hongxiu doesn't need to look at the face of the Water Transport Yamen to live.

Song Tingfeng waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay, it's okay, then let's move on to the next game?"

Xu Qi'an agreed with Lao Song's approach, abalones eaten by force are not fresh, and melons twisted by force are not sweet.

A group of people left the yard, and Song Tingfeng and the three turned to the river. Under the cover of night, they stood on the bank to solve the swelling of the bladder.

Song Tingfeng: 8D

Zhu Guangxiao: 8D

Xu Qi'an: 8D

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In the burning charcoal-fired bedroom, Hong Xiu took a sip of hangover tea, sat in front of the dressing table, and let the maid who pushed the door in squeeze her shoulders.

"Ma'am, they're leaving." The servant girl smiled lightly, "She even said that Fuxiang, the No.

Hong Xiu curled her lips and said lightly: "Warrior is like this, vulgar and vulgar."

After resting for a while, a servant girl knocked on the door and said outside: "Lady, Young Master Wei is taking his classmates to make a reservation."