small rivers and lakes

The largest brothel in Chang’an City is called Yixiao Jieyou, with five floors, carved beams and painted buildings, feasting and feasting, the bustard happily welcomed Zhong Yi and others into the door, and shouted loudly: "Yingying, Yanyan, Huanhuan, Xixi, Tuantuan, Yuanyuan!" ...Daughters, hurry up and meet the guests!"

Zhong Yi quickly interrupted her: "There's no need to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the doors of several rooms on the upper floor open with a bang, and a group of beautiful girls surrounded him from all directions.

"Son..."

"Son..."

"Son..."

"Good! Good! Good!" Le Wuyou immediately looked happy, embraced left and right, and walked upstairs surrounded by several sisters.

Jiu Bao suppressed a smirk, took a sneak look at her elder brother, and found that Zhong Yi seemed to have fallen into an ice hole in three or nine days, her whole body was stiff, her eyes were wide open, and her eyeballs were about to fall out.

"Your name is Yingying? What a good name!" Le Wuyou scratched the nose of one of her sisters, and said with a smile, "Yingchu's interpretation of language is the most beneficial thing in the spring of the year."

"Young master is so literary!" Yingying groaned, twisted her slender waist, and turned to sit on his lap. Suddenly, there was nothing behind her, and her sister staggered and fell to the ground, her breasts shaking. When she looked up, she saw that The handsome young master was pulled into his arms by his big shopkeeper, and his crescent eyebrows could not help but frightened: "Huh?"

Le Wuyou felt sorry for her most, and quickly stretched out her hand to pull her: "Does it hurt from the fall..."

The wrist was robbed by Zhong Yi halfway.

Le Wuyou turned his head and glanced at him: "Boss, please be careful."

"Property?" Zhong Yi meditated on the word between his teeth, his eyes slowly slid down his face, turned around between his legs in a very obscene way, and moved up again, his eyes met, and he asked again with a half-smile Repeatedly, "Property?"

Le Wuyou: "..."

Yingying fell to the ground coquettishly, the expression between her brows and eyes turned into a stupefied before she could do enough anger—the big shopkeeper just said two words, why did she turn this handsome young man's face red?

Le Wuyou became furious from embarrassment and threw up his sleeves to leave.

Zhong Yi grabbed his wrists with both hands, and imprisoned him in front of his chest. There was a melting smile on the corners of his eyes and brows, his eyes narrowed and exposed, and he asked in a low voice: "Property? Ayou, you want me to be careful?"

"Is it over?" Le Wuyou raised his eyebrows.

"Endless!" Zhong Yi hummed softly, "I'm not happy!"

Le Wuyou: "Then what do you want?"

"I want to kiss." Zhong Yi pouted as if no one was there.

Jiubao covered her face in pain, and quietly winked at the numb bustard, the bustard came back to her senses, and immediately waved the handkerchief on her hips: "What are you staring at, why should you go, Yanyan, guest Said your waist is not thin enough, don’t eat tonight, and there is Tuantuan, you need to practice dancing with your green waist, that girl, the last time the pipa was broken, you know..."

The sisters immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Jiubao bowed her waist to serve the hairpin mother-in-law, and smiled apologetically: "Senior, you have worked so hard on this journey, and this junior will arrange an Accord, so you can have a good rest?"

The hairpin mother-in-law chased after the graceful sisters and children, and said reservedly that she also wanted to drink flower wine.

Jiubao: "..."

Zhong Yi hugged Le Wuyou and rubbed her vigorously, finally let him go, took his wrist, walked through the gold, powder, silver and snowy lobby, and walked upstairs.

The bustard smiled obsequiously and asked, "Your treasurer..."

Zhong Yi said lightly: "Prepare some food and wine and bring them up, yes, that's the room."

Le Wuyou asked curiously: "Which room? Is it different from the others?"

Zhong Yi smiled and bit his ear, proudly said: "You will know later."

"It's still a joke..." Le Wuyou laughed.

The two walked up the stairs, stood in the corridor, and saw that the so-called room was just the same carved wooden door, and there was nothing special about it.

Zhong Yi pushed open the door with a smile, and a burst of sweet fragrance came over her face.

It was getting late, and the lights were turned on in the Accord, and the sunset outside the window had not yet set, and the fire was already burning in the attic. On the wall, it is lifelike.

Le Wuyou glanced at it, and couldn't help but blushed her cheeks. It turned out that the patterns were nothing else, but all of them were pictures in the tent of a warm spring boudoir.

"Why is Ah You blushing?" Zhong Yi deliberately whispered into his ear.

Le Wuyou's ears were extremely sensitive, and the hot air rushed into his ears, and immediately there was a violent jerk, his breathing became rapid, and it took three points of internal strength to suppress his blushing, shake him off, walk to the table in front of the window and sit down, calmly Said: "This room is too hot." He took a sip from his teacup.

Take a break, it's empty!

Zhong Yi laughed so hard that his legs trembled, turned around and closed the door, followed him, sat down on the opposite side, picked up the teapot and poured him a full cup, and said with a smile: "Ayou, you always So cute."

"Shut up!" Le Wuyou stretched his right hand into his sleeve, holding the Zhihuang Sword, and prepared for him to say another word, so he struck with the sword.

Zhong Yi finally knew a little bit about what is right, stopped his smile, pointed to the picture above his head, and explained: "Food, sex, sex, there is nothing to avoid. Look at these pictures, the woman is thick and slender, and her posture is beautiful." Graceful, the man is tall and heroic, gentle and affectionate, what a pleasing beauty it is."

Le Wuyou snorted coldly, followed his fingers reluctantly, but suddenly widened his eyes in surprise, and saw that as the cigarette smoke rose from the candle, the lampshade slowly turned and reflected on the wall. The beautiful scenery on the face also seems to be alive. The men and women in the painting are playing with each other on the couch, their lips and tongues are pressed together, and their skins touch each other...

"how did you do that?"

Zhong Yi walked to the lamp with a smile, reached out and took out a few stickers from the lampshade, and the erotic pictures on the wall disappeared immediately.

Le Wuyou knocked on the table displeased: "I haven't seen enough yet!"

"Just look at me."

"How can you have a good-looking painting? The painting can still move."

Zhong Yi smiled and winked: "I can move too..."

Maybe it was because the incense mist was too intoxicating, or maybe the candles were too charming, but when Le Wuyou heard his provocative words, she didn't get angry anymore, instead she burst out laughing, and gave him a half-smile look.

Zhong Yi's breath was hot, and he felt that his eyes were like spring water in March, and his unreasonable charm was natural, and his breath couldn't help being a little messy.

Le Wuyou didn't notice it, and sat in the rose chair with a grin, holding a teacup to his mouth, knocking on the table and laughing: "Why are you so dazed? Put the patch back quickly, I still want to see it."

"Don't look at that one anymore, I have better looking ones," Zhong Yi smiled, touched the wall with his fingers, opened a hidden compartment, took out a few new stickers, and put them into the lampshade one by one .

Following his movements, one after another "Le Wuyou" appeared on the wall.

"This..." Le Wuyou's throat was slightly clogged, and he stared at the 17-year-old boy on the wall with fixed eyes. He flew down the stairs, whipped his horse, reined in his horse and looked back, and smiled heartily...

"I miss you so much, I'll just sit here and watch you secretly." Zhong Yi's gentle voice rang in his ears.

Le Wuyou's ears warmed up, and he murmured: "I..."

"At that time, I didn't know if you were still alive or if you would come back...Maybe I will never see you again in this life..." Zhong Yi said with a light smile, took his hand and pressed it on her chest , "But you've always been here."

Feeling the strong heartbeat in his chest in the palm of his hand, Le Wuyou breathed heavily, and looked up at him, only to see his brows and eyes smiling, the smile was as gentle as spring in March, without any impurities.

Zhong Yi met his eyes, grabbed his hand and pressed hard on his chest, his smile deepened, but his eyes were quietly moist, he repeated softly with joy and sadness: "You have been... here ah."

"Zhong Lijue," Le Wuyou said slowly, his voice was low, he curled his five fingers, grabbed his chest with all his strength, stared straight into his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I am Le Wuyou, I want to keep going, It's all here."

A teardrop rolled down Zhong Yi's eyes.

Le Wuyou leaned forward, engulfed his lips, pressed his lips and tongue together, rubbed his ears and temples together, the lamps and shadows turned slowly, and the teenagers on the wall rode their horses endlessly for joy...

Dudu, the door rang twice, and the madam's flattering voice sounded outside the door: "Boss shopkeeper, the food and drinks are ready."

The two parted, Zhong Yi reluctantly looked at Le Wuyou's unbuttoned skirt, and gritted his teeth angrily: "This old lady..."

Le Wuyou smirked, pushed Zhong Yi off her body, and said loudly, "Come in."

The maids filed in, placed the food and wine on the table, and then retreated silently.

The madam swung her handkerchief in and rushed in. She wanted to say a few witty words to win the prize, but when she opened her mouth, she suddenly saw the murderous look in Zhong Yi's eyes, and she felt as if a ghost had strangled her neck, and she couldn't say anything. Out.

Swallowing forcefully, swallowing all the bullshit in his mouth, he was blessed by Zhong Yi, and immediately ran away, not forgetting to close the door for them.

Zhong Yi turned his face around, smiling warmly in his eyes, picked up the small wine pot and smelled it, and said pleasantly, "Sangluo wine!"

"It's freshly pressed," Le Wuyou picked up some lettuce with his chopsticks, and said with a smile, "In this place, the food and wine are all top-grade. The person in charge has contributed a lot."

"It's fine if you like it." Zhong Yi smiled brightly, took a green job from his finger, and threw it casually, the ring flew out through the rhombus on the door like a gust of wind, and said loudly: "Madam rewards you."

The madam grabbed the emerald ring and looked at the light. She felt that it was as transparent as water and emerald green. She knew it was worth a lot at first sight. She happily put it on her hand and said repeatedly: "Thank you, madam! Thank you, shopkeeper! Ma'am and The shopkeeper and his wife are born together, they are a perfect match, they can raise their eyebrows together, and grow old together!"

Le Wuyou: "..."

He is free and easy by nature, and he never cares about the address, as long as Zhong Yi is happy, he will go with him, smile and give Zhong Yi a look: "Happy?"

Zhong Yi grinned: "Very happy."

"A full belly!" Le Wuyou muttered, focusing on the delicate dishes.

The night is getting darker, the brothel is gradually full of people, and the melodious sound of silk and bamboo can be heard downstairs. Their room is on the fifth floor, and it is not too noisy. The two of them talked and laughed softly. Slow down.

The smell of wine was thick, the fragrance was lingering, and Le Wuyou's cheeks were flushed. Just as he was about to speak, a high-pitched warbler came from the next door: "Master Chang, you haven't come for a while, Huanhuan thinks you're thinking too hard." ..."

A familiar voice sounded: "Where is it tight? I think it's very loose."

"Master Chang is used to making fun of others..."

Le Wuyou's hand holding the wine glass paused for a moment, looked up at Zhong Yi, saw Zhong Yi moved his lips, and said silently: "It's Chang Fengjun."