After being divorced, the concubine became the first lady

Chu Jinjin's drinking capacity is still good, but the main point is that most of the alcohol in this era is too low and bland, and is incomparable with that of later generations.

Chu Jinjin asked seriously: "Mother Yang, if Mr. Jin does anything else besides drinking, can I beat him?"

Mother Yang made a confused sound, not knowing how to answer.

"Of course, hahaha, Miss Lihua can hit her if she wants. I will never fight back, Mr. Jin." He prefers resistance to women who do whatever they want. That is the original taste. As for beating? He is a man.

Although he is a little fatter and a little older, he is still a man.

Yang's mother then reacted and smiled wildly: "Master Jin must be pity for her. Lihua just walked in and doesn't understand anything."

According to what Lu Yin said, her parents were sick and her younger brother was studying. Zhang Lihua did all the work at home alone, so she had some strength.

Of course, if they knew it was Chu Jinjin in front of them, they would probably be scared out of their wits.

Yang's mother was still worried and solemnly warned: "Master Jin, Le Guile, let's agree in advance that if you delay the election of Oiran, I will lose my old life."

Jin Ye nodded, as if he had just caught prey, impatient.

Every line has its own rules, and he knows them well.

Besides, it is good to get a beautiful woman, but there is another beauty in seeing flowers in the smoke.

After walking into the private room and closing the door, he was slightly startled: "Little Pear Blossom Lady, aren't you scared?"

It stands to reason that such a new virgin should be as frightened as a bird if she is alone in a room with a man.

Zhang Lihua looked around curiously, looking a little scared.

"Why are you afraid?" Chu Jinjin sat down on the ground and picked up the wine bottle on the table, "Master Jin, let's have a drink."

Drink early and finish early.

Chu Jinjin had thought about it, this Mr. Jin had an unusual identity, he would not do anything if he could, and she planned to get her drunk!

Mr. Jin was stunned again, and then laughed loudly: "It's delicious, it's delicious. It turns out that the little lady likes drinking."

It's not that he didn't think too much. If there were other ways, no woman would be willing to fall into the world of romance.

Drinking is good, but when you drink too much, you won’t be able to do whatever you want.

Mr. Jin also directly picked up the wine bottle and said with a smile: "Little lady, are we doing boxing, or what?"

"I don't know how to punch." Chu Jinjin suggested, "Can we just drink it like this?"

Just as Jin Ye wanted.

The two of them thought about each other strangely.

Chu Jinjin doesn't like drinking. It feels spicy and astringent. Isn't juice bad or sweet water bad? Why do you have to drink something that tastes weird?

She held her breath as if drinking medicine, drank it in large gulps, and then coughed violently.

The few doubts Mr. Jin had were completely gone. Judging from his rich experience, it was definitely his first time drinking, so he was trying to show off his strength.

Chu Jinjin got used to the spiciness of the wine. She had experience this time, and her mouth was stuffy. She turned the spout of the pot and the few drops of wine left in it slowly dripped. She wiped her mouth and urged: "Master Jin, it's your turn." .”

"Young lady, it's easy to get drunk like this." Mr. Jin seemed to see what happened next. It was a full jug of wine. Most women only have this amount of alcohol, and he reacted with excitement.

After drinking a bottle of wine, Mr. Jin was looking forward to it.

After drinking two bottles of wine, my expectations were almost overflowing.

After five bottles of wine, Mr. Jin felt something was wrong and shook his dizzy head vigorously: "Pear, Lady Lihua has a lot of wine."

He wouldn't have gotten drunk so quickly, but he couldn't bear it and drank nothing without eating.

"It's okay, it's okay." Chu Jinjin drank another bottle of wine, and suddenly she understood why some people like to drink. It turns out that what they drink is not the wine, but the feeling. For example, she is so proud now that she dares to come directly to beat Zhou Guoshou.

Mr. Jin waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I can't drink anymore."

"That's not okay. How can you not drink if I drink?" Chu Jinjin waited for a moment, saw him swaying and giggling but refused to drink, so she pinched his mouth and forced him to drink.

Not to mention drinking too much, a hundred sober Jin Ye is no match.

After being forced to drink a bottle of wine, Mr. Jin rolled his eyes and fell down like a dead pig.

You can't get drunk any more.

The door was pushed open violently, and a young woman walked in. Her facial features were not the traditional exquisite ones, but rather strong. Her hair was combed close to her scalp, and she had an elegant and capable temperament.

Li Xinzhi had mentioned Qing Xiao's appearance, and Chu Jinjin recognized him at a glance and said honestly: "He is drunk."

Qingxiao: "."

"Miss Chu San, I'm sorry, something happened unexpectedly, which made you feel wronged." Qingxiao touched Lao Jin's breath and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was indeed drunk and not dead, "Are you okay? I'll take you back first. my room."

As the leader of Man Yuanchun and even the entire capital, Qing Xiao has a certain right to speak. She helped Chu Jinjin up and spoke in a low but fast voice: "I have already told Mother Yang that you will live with me these days. "

Man Yuanchun already looks like a club of later generations, with individual customers on the first floor, and special private rooms above. The higher you go, the more distinguished you are.

Qing Xiao has a separate room on the fifth floor. As long as Chu Jinjin doesn't go out, it's absolutely safe.

"Miss Chu San, you are really a talented and brave person." Qing Xiao made a pot of tea and handed it over, sighing softly, "I admire you very much."

"There's nothing we can do." Chu Jinjin rubbed her head. After six bottles of wine, she should be considered tipsy now, "What should we do next?"

There are still seven days until the January Oiran election.

Qing Xiao said seriously: "What is Miss Chu San good at, playing the piano or something?"

Man Yuanchun's courtesan once a month, it is more like an internal event, but there are still many gimmicks. At that time, those who meet the conditions will perform on stage one by one, and then the clients will have different voting rights according to their different identities. , the one with the most votes in the end will be the Oiran.

Chu Jinjin was a little embarrassed: "Is it okay to do the splits?"

She doesn't know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy or painting.

The Chu family pays more attention to the education of running a household and doing business. As for playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, they don’t require too much. After all, it’s where you come from.

Qingxiao: "."

do the splits?

Qing Xiao struggled to hold back her laughter: "Can you sword dance?"

It's not that easy to get an oiran.

The guests are picky, and those who can participate in the election are all extremely beautiful. Chu Jinjin is certainly among the best, but if she doesn't know anything and is from a poor background, it will affect the number of votes.

Chu Jinjin only knows how to kill people with a sword, but fortunately she still has time.

In addition to the performance, of course there is also the outfit of the day.

After lunch the next day, Yang’s mother brought the tailor over.

"Pear Blossom has fair skin, how about this color?" Mother Yang picked up a piece of goose-yellow cloth. This color gave the skin a faint warm glow.

The tailor smiled and said: "Mother Yang has good taste. This is the only Northern Desert cicada yarn, and the color is even more rare."

Northern Desert cicada yarn is only available in the Chu family's fabric store.

Chu Jinjin glanced at it casually. It was the least valuable kind. It seemed that Man Yuanchun was not very generous.

She followed Qing Xiao's instructions, bowed her head and remained silent throughout the whole process, pretending to be desperate. As for any color, she would do it.

Then there's the style.

Mother Yang said softly: "Expose as much as possible, those stinky men will definitely not be able to take their eyes away."

A brothel is no different from the outside. It is a place where men go to have fun. It is normal to show arms and legs, unless you are the top one like Qing Xiao.

Sorry, I have something to do at home. I will update 4000 daily starting from Monday.