[Comprehensive martial arts] I am afraid of my prosperous beauty

There is ready-made tea on the table, and it must be good tea. The interesting thing is that each cup is different, because tea tasting can also be one of the items that the girl inspects.

Take a sip, comment a few words, preferably recite a few more poems, and the elegant and extraordinary posture will be completely natural.

Ye Qing just wanted to drink tea when she drank tea.

However, in the eyes of others, this was a sure thing. Today was destined to come here for nothing, and there was no threat at all, so they completely turned their attention away from Ye Qing.

After more than an hour of dawdling like this, the girl Shuang'er still didn't intend to show up.

Ye Qing was getting impatient with waiting. He used to go in and out of the clubhouse for business, and he rarely waited for anyone, especially for such a long time.

Generally, the more advanced entertainment venues will have more tricks, but it does not include making guests feel that they have wasted their time.Even if that Shuang'er girl is really some kind of fairy, her value as a commodity in Ye Qing's heart is not equal to the cost he paid.

He stood up and decided to leave, stopping the loss in time.

At this moment, a green shadow flew up from downstairs and slammed into his arms, and then impatiently burrowed into the hem of his clothes, shouting excitedly as it burrowed, "There is a beauty... I will never forget it when I see it. The sun is gone, thinking like crazy!"

Ye Qing: "..."

"Pfft..."

While the others were still stunned by the accident, a chuckle came from behind him, the laughter was deep and mellow, extremely seductive.

Ye Qing didn't look at the laughing person, but stretched out his hand to take the parrot out of his arms. The parrot was held in his palm and was still spouting out, "There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees, and the heart pleases you!" I don't know..."

"Looking back and smiling at Bai Meisheng, Liugong Fendai has no color!"

Endured muffled laughter came from all around, and everyone looked at him with speculative eyes.

Ye Qing's eyes darkened, his hands clenched tightly, and he said coldly, "Shut up..."

The parrot in the palm of his hand suddenly frowned, and after a moment of silence, he whispered aggrievedly: "Hey..."

"Hahaha..." The man behind suddenly laughed loudly.

Ye Qing turned around and looked over quietly, only to see the laughing man dressed in white, with beautiful jade hanging from his waist, holding an ebony and gold landscape folding fan, his face was like a crown jade, handsome and romantic, no matter his appearance or demeanor, other people in the room The sum of several people is less than one-tenth of him, just like a handsome and arrogant noble son.

Ye Qing only glanced at it and then looked away indifferently.

"Why do you laugh if you don't ask me?" Ye Qing didn't speak, but the man took the initiative to speak instead.

Ye Qing: "I don't care..."

No matter what the other party laughs at, as long as he doesn't care about it, it has nothing to do with him.

But the man closed the folding fan in his hand, pointed to the parrot in his hand and said: "I bought this for 100 taels of silver to please my beauties. I refused to memorize a song or two, but fortunately I was not too stupid, and I could put it at the door to welcome guests. Now it seems that I am not cheated, but that this little thing will only open its mouth if it meets a caring person. "

Ye Qing let go; "Put away your things."

However, the parrot just flew up and heard a "whoosh", an unknown object hit it through the wind, and it didn't even make a sound. The little thing that was still alive and kicking just now fell on the table without a sound.

"Da" - a round hazelnut fell at Ye Qing's feet.

The man opened the folding fan and shook it in front of his chest, and said calmly: "Since you can't please the people you should please, what's the use of keeping it?"

Ye Qing frowned, and before he could do anything, there was an exclamation from behind the bead curtain, and the Shuang'er girl who had been watching through the curtain finally spoke out: "Mr. Lu..."

The man said softly: "It's just an ignorant beast. I have prepared a better gift for Miss Shuang'er."

That Shuang'er girl stopped talking, and it's not surprising that she didn't talk. People who can give 100 taels of parrots can naturally give better gifts, not to mention that this parrot has never made her happy, let alone died for a parrot. A lost parrot would not be worth the candle if it upset a generous patron.

So she changed her voice and said softly to everyone; "Thank you for your love. Although Shuang'er came from a prostitute, she admires talented and learned people the most. Can you send the poems you have written to the slave family for a look?"

After she finished speaking, a servant girl came out from behind the curtain, holding a lacquer tray in her hand, and walked towards the person closest to the bead curtain. The person put the written poems into the tray, and the maid immediately went to the next person.

When he walked in front of the man in white, this Mr. Lu picked up a pen and wrote with a freehand gesture and a proud expression. He did not stop while he was writing, and after a while, he put the ink-stained poem on the top of the tray. Just looking at him, her face was as red as a ripe peach.

Ye Qing thought about it, gave up the idea of ​​leaving, and before the maid came over, she went straight to the bead curtain and said to the people inside; "Actually, I came today to borrow something from Miss Shuang'er."

There was silence behind the curtain for a while before a soft female voice came out, "What do you want to borrow from my slave?"

"I want to borrow some incense that girls often use."

This time the silence lasted longer, and when she spoke again, Shuang'er didn't mention Xiang, but instead asked Ye Qing, "Why do you wear a mask when you come to Zuixiang Pavilion?"

Ye Qing: "It's not convenient..."

Shuang'er said softly; "I'm really curious, can you take off the mask so that I can see your face? Later, I will take the incense used and give it to you."

This is to tell Ye Qing in a disguised form that borrowing incense is as inconvenient as asking him to take off his mask.

It's just that this is really not a tactful way to refuse, and even a little displeased. Although I don't know where the other party feels offended, this deal is completely feasible in Ye Qing's view.

He wears this mask not because he is really afraid of seeing people, but because he doesn't want to provoke or be troubled.He didn't even want to see a sea of ​​purple icons wherever he went. Not only did he feel like a mobile biochemical weapon, but it would also pose a certain threat to his own safety to some extent.

But he and this girl Shuang'er should not see each other again in the future, if just showing up can make the task go more smoothly, then why not.

"Yes..." After Ye Qing finished speaking, without waiting for Miss Shuang'er to reply, she lifted the curtain and walked in, then took off the mask with her back to the others.

Other people outside the curtain were waiting for Lengtoqing to be kicked out by Miss Shuang'er for violating the rules, but there was a long silence inside the curtain until Ye Qing's indifferent voice came out, which was as sweet as jade hitting each other.

"Is it alright?"

Then came Miss Shuang'er's voice, full of shyness and a trembling voice, "Young master's celestial appearance makes my family heartbroken. If you don't dislike it, would you like to stay and drink a glass of thin wine?"

The person outside the curtain: "..."

Didn't you just say that you admire the most talented and learned people?

Facing her affectionate eyes, Ye Qing's expression didn't change at all, this Shuang'er girl is naturally very beautiful if she can hold her posture so high, but after all, she is too dusty, and she is far inferior to Lin Shiyin.

Is it because Li Xunhuan often comes here because he can spend a lot of time doing nothing?

Ye Qing asked: "Miss, can you give me the incense?"

Miss Shuang'er smiled sweetly, "Master, please wait a moment..."

After finishing speaking, she got up and hugged the pipa, played and sang a ditty, and after singing, she lifted the curtain and came out to pour tea for the guests outside one by one.

The people who came today were extremely dissatisfied with the loss, because they didn't lose to the opponent's literary talent, but to the opponent's... face?How could such a superficial reason be accepted willingly.

But they are all educated people, and they are very self-confident and don't want to lose their dignity. At most, they complain about "I didn't expect the girl to be such a person", "It's just that", etc., and then walked away with a cold face and shook their sleeves.

When it was the turn of the man in white, he took a sip of tea calmly, then looked in Ye Qing's direction with a smile and then got up and left.

After sending all the guests away, Shuang'er sent the bewildered maid to fetch the incense she often used, leaving only her and Ye Qing in the room.

"Master, do you want to drink or listen to music?" Shuang'er asked softly, her voice seemed to be wrapped in soft honey.

"No need..." Ye Qing lifted the curtain and came out, the mask had been put back on her face, "I'll take my things and leave."

Shuang'er was startled, with a sad look on her face, "Don't you like Shuang'er, sir?"

Ye Qing: "Well, I don't like it."

Shuang'er's eyes were filled with tears instantly, and she looked at him pitifully, "My lord..."

Ye Qing has no feelings for women by nature, and he doesn't like to face a woman who wants to cry. He walked directly to the door, "I'll wait outside..."

As soon as his hands touched the closed door, a pair of slender arms hugged his waist from behind, and then the soft body exuding a fragrance was pressed against his back, and the woman's mournful voice sounded like weeping and pity, " I come from a humble family background, with the appearance of willows, I know I am not good enough for the young master, so I dare not have delusional thoughts, but I just admire the young master, and I am willing to pay you with a clean body, I hope you will be happy overnight, please take care of the young master."

Ye Qing was silent, and then asked, "Do you like my face?"

In terms of literary talent, he can't compare to any one just now, and in terms of wealth, he can't compare to that luxurious man in white. The only absolute advantage is this face that captivates all living beings.

Shuang'er replied in a soft voice, "Young Master's demeanor is peerless, how can the slave family not fall in love with you?"

Unexpectedly, Ye Qing stretched out her hand to pull away the arms that were imprisoned around her waist, "Since you have maintained your innocence for so long, then keep it up. I can't give you anything."

Unexpectedly, the arms around her waist were wrapped even tighter. Shuang'er said sadly: "All men in the world are the same. Whether they are talented or rich, there is no one who is fickle and fickle. Even if he is better than Wen Jun and Cai Ji, Diaochan looks like a Xishi, and it will take a few years to bring them home and get tired of them, so how can we really rely on them?"

Ye Qing said indifferently, "I am also a man..."

Shuang'er hugged him tightly, put her face on his back, and said softly: "Young master is naturally different from ordinary men. Young master's celestial appearance has no appearance. The second thing in the world is that Pan An will feel ashamed even if he is afraid again." .”

It turned out that the point was not that the girl Shuang'er fell in love with him at first sight, nor that she wanted to give herself to him, but that she simply wanted to sleep with him.

Anyway, men in the world are not good, since they are destined to not sleep well, then sleep is the best.

That's the point.

Fortunately, although Ye Qing doesn't like women, he has enough experience in dealing with people who recommend himself as a pillow. He said in a calm tone: "I don't like women."

The soft body on the back stiffened for a moment, then quickly relaxed, and a soft female voice sounded from behind, "Shuang'er doesn't care..."

"I don't like women, the kind I don't even want to touch." Ye Qing said again in a deep voice.