Da Bong fights more people

That is to say, they can move by themselves?Xu Qi'an cupped his hands towards him.

Indeed, how could one give up the pleasure of socializing among colleagues for a minor injury like a broken bone.

It doesn't matter if you don't go home, the second uncle knows that the watchmen have to be on duty at night.And my aunt, um, she obviously doesn't pay attention to whether I go home or not, she just whines at me all day long.

Xu Qi'an, who is not going home tonight, wants to have a dinner party with two colleagues that is in line with Dafeng's officialdom.

Destination: Jiaofang Division!

He has experienced many similar entertainments in his previous life, but the form has changed from a dinner party to a visit to a kiln.

In Dafeng, or this era, brothels are the preferred place for socializing.

The badge of the policeman made the three of them ignore the curfew in the inner city, and when they met their colleagues who were also the policeman, they turned a blind eye after being questioned routinely.

The three of them were walking in the alley of Jiaofangsi, and Song Tingfeng, who squinted his eyes when he laughed, said: "In the future, when you patrol at night and meet colleagues near Jiaofangsi, you can close your eyes. If you meet them in other areas, It’s best not to relax. You can’t guarantee what they’re going to do in the middle of the night.”

"I once heard an example from an old man. There was once a gangster who had a grudge against others. He found someone's house at night and wiped out the door. Afterwards, he couldn't find out. It took a lot of thought to lock down the same gangster. murderer of people.

"We'll talk about the details when we have a tea circle."

Xu Qi'an smiled and nodded.

Insiders in these circles are very valuable experience.When encountering jealous colleagues or colleagues who like to intrigue, people may not be willing to tell you.

"By the way, which courtyard are we going to?" Zhu Guangxiao, who cherishes words like gold, said.

"Shadow Plum Pavilion."

"Just find one."

There were two answers, the first one was from Xu Qi'an, and the second one was from Song Tingfeng.

Zhu Guangxiao and Song Tingfeng looked at Xu Qi'an together, their eyes seemed to say: What do you think?

Song Tingfeng smiled and patted his new colleague on the shoulder: "Miss Fuxiang's Dachawei is ten taels of silver, and she seldom accompanies guests. Usually, there are only guests in Dachawei for a few days in a row, and there are no guests entering the curtain. It's a clever way"

Hunger marketing, I understand Xu Qi'an remembered, the two of them didn't know that they designed to frame Zhou Li, so it was impossible to publicize such an inside story.They didn't know that he had slept with Fuxiang Huakui once.

Simply just sleep.

Zhu Guangxiao reminded: "Miss Fuxiang doesn't like us."

He didn't talk much, but what he said was either pertinent or well-meaning.

The two colleagues didn't want to go to Yingmei Xiaoge to waste money, Xu Qi'an thought for a while, and said: "Just think of it as an eye-opener, I will pay for the money in Chawei."

As a newcomer, it is a customary means of socializing to invite seniors in the company to eat seafood.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao smiled, no one would refuse a kind treat.

Not long after, they arrived at the gate of Yingmei Xiaoge courtyard.

Xu Qi'an looked at the courtyard where the sound of silk and bamboo was coming from, and said to himself, I'm ashamed to come here.

ps: This chapter is terribly long.

Chapter 71 Weird information (addition for the leader "Shixiu")

After paying the money for the tea enclosure, we entered the yard, where seven or eight guests were sitting in the charcoal-burning room, drinking tea and chatting, in full swing.

Six dancers in colorful dresses danced gracefully in thin gauze skirts, twisting their slender waists and plump buttocks.

Xu Qi'an scanned around, but he didn't see the oiran lady who was a lady outside and flirtatious on the bed.

Playing tea is not all drinking orders, there are also programs such as listening to music and watching dances.And the oiran lady does not appear every time to accompany the guests.

Similarly, guests also need "free space". Drinking orders are interesting, but they are not conducive to exchanging private affairs.

Some guests come in groups, drink flowers and wine here, and connect with each other.At this time, a little freedom is needed to let them play by themselves.

The three sat down, Song Tingfeng shrugged, squinted and smiled: "It seems that Miss Fuxiang is not planning to come out to accompany the guests tonight."

Xu Qi'an asked: "Why do you say that?"

Song Tingfeng explained: "The time for playing tea is limited. Generally speaking, a group of guests stay here for an hour at most, and they either continue the next table or leave.

And it takes about an hour to have a good time drinking wine. "

That is to say, our group is no longer playing drinking orders, so of course Fuxiang will not appear.

At the end of a dance, the maiko takes a short break.

A young man in a light blue Confucian shirt got up, raised his cup, and looked around: "Is Young Master Yang Ling there?"

He asked three times in a row, but no one answered, so he sat down disappointed.

At the next table, a middle-aged man dressed as a rich man asked curiously, "Brother, who is this Yang Ling?"

"Sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk." The young man in light blue Confucian shirt raised his chin slightly: "Have you heard it?"

"I have a little impression." The middle-aged man dressed as a rich man recalled for a moment.

"Of course, as soon as this poem came out, it was called by today's scholars as the quatrains chanting plum blossoms through the ages. Even you people should have heard of it." The young man in a Confucian shirt raised his head proudly: "Only A good sentence that only we scholars can make."

The middle-aged man dressed as a rich man wondered: "Why is the young master looking for someone here?"

While the two were talking, the drinkers beside them also stopped chatting and listened attentively.

"Because this eternal song came out in Yingmei Xiaoge. This poem was given by Mr. Yang Ling to Miss Fuxiang. It uses plums as a metaphor for people and complements each other. It is really a beautiful thought."

"It's no wonder Yingmei Xiaoge has so many patrons lately, and it's no wonder Miss Fuxiang never shows up."

"That's right, I heard that Miss Fuxiang doesn't accompany guests easily."

"Sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk. Such a beautiful poem. I really want to see the girl Fuxiang and that gifted scholar."

Hearing this, the young man in the light blue Confucian shirt sighed wistfully: "Mr. Yang only appeared once in the Jiaofang Division, and there was no news of it. The Imperial College sent people to Changle County School to look for him, but there was no such person."

"There are such strange things!" Everyone was shocked.

The young man in the light blue Confucian shirt said helplessly: "I come to Yingmei Xiaoge every day just to wait for him. It's not just me, all the students in the capital want to make friends with this person."

Song Tingfeng clicked his tongue and said: "This is great, Miss Fuxiang is no longer a woman we can covet."

Zhu Guangxiao also sighed.

Am I driving up the AC price invisibly?" Xu Qian lowered his head and drank his tea with a guilty conscience.