Tofu Dongshi

"My little brother just got a fairly rare gadget recently, and his temper is also very wild. It just so happens that Brother Zhen is here, why don't you teach me a little bit?"

Zhen Zhigong didn't think much about it, he just thought he was talking about a ferocious beast, and said indifferently: "Let's take a look first."

Song Wenyi smiled and clapped his hands, the headlights in the hall suddenly dimmed, leaving only a few red candles in the corner, swaying in the wind, half-bright.

Zhen Zhigong touched his chin, what kind of mystery is this playing?I hope it's not what he thought it would be...

Zhou Fusheng moved his butt on the chair a little uneasy, and regretted not saying goodbye earlier.

At this time, behind the crystal bead curtain, the sound of silk and bamboo flutters from low to high, winding and winding, charming and soft, and the style and tune are very different from the rhythm of the middle earth.

Suddenly, rhythmic drums sounded, mixed with enchanting and seductive singing, the three people in the hall felt a blur in front of their eyes, and a red cloud carrying a strange fragrance came from behind the crystal curtain.

Zhen Zhigong took a closer look, unfortunately he guessed that it was indeed a woman, covered from head to toe with a layer of light and transparent red gauze, twirling gracefully with the music.Through the candlelight, one can see the enchanting figure behind the gauze, protruding forward and backward, as if she is completely naked.

The beating of the drums gradually became more and more rapid, and the woman turned faster and faster, and then I saw red clouds flying, confusing people's hearts.

After a while, the sound of the drums stopped abruptly, and Hong Yun stepped on the ground at the same time, revealing a blond Persian dancer with big breasts and wide buttocks, a graceful appearance, a snow-white body that was almost naked, and only a few pieces of gold foil were used to chat with each other on a few key parts. It is used to cover up, but it is more and more seductive and charming, which attracts people's daydream.

The Persian dancer danced and sang, her eyes were hot and unrestrained, her movements were bold and direct, she rubbed her breasts and rubbed her buttocks to be seductive, she first spun twice in front of Song Wenyi and Zhou Fusheng, and finally came to a foot in front of Zhen Zhigong, The dancing posture is even more wild and coquettish, like a bewitching snake demon.

Zhen Zhigong had just drank flower wine at Mingyufang the night before, and also watched a kabuki performance with excellent sensuality, but compared with the Persian dancer in front of him, the former was reduced to a green and immature foil. worth mentioning.

The Persian dancer stared straight at Zhen Zhigong with her cat-like blue eyes, and her charming red lips revealed a strange and melodious voice, as if she was expressing her passionate love to her beloved lover.

Zhen Zhigong propped his chin, listening with gusto and watching intently.With the four eyes facing each other, it seems that there is an invisible thunder and fire burning fiercely.

Even though Zhou Fusheng was old and well-informed, he couldn't help but look a little straight at this moment, and sighed that he was really a stunner.While he was in the middle of his mind, someone suddenly pulled his sleeve lightly, and when he turned his head to look, Song Wenyi's lips curled up and gave him a wink.

Zhou Fusheng understood, got up and quietly exited the flower hall with Song Wenyi.

When he was about to leave, he couldn't help but glanced back. His young master was still flirting with the Persian dancer with a fascinated look on his face. He seemed completely oblivious to what he was teaching, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Compared with two native "wild cats", which one is more favored by the young master?And when he goes back tomorrow morning, will there be a few more red marks on the young master's face from the "wild cat" scratching?

Zhou Fusheng also stayed at Qingfeng Tea House that night, and Song Wenyi also sent a stunning woman to accompany him.It's a pity that housekeeper Zhou didn't like this way, and he was even more afraid of being scolded and punished by the tigress at home after returning home, so he politely declined on the grounds of chronic illness and headache.

The next morning, Zhou Fusheng greeted the refreshed Young Master Zhen outside the flower hall.

Afterwards, Zhen Zhigong and Song Wenyi exchanged warm greetings for a few words, as if they knew each other well, and made an appointment to meet again in the future, and then they left Qingfeng Tea House obediently.

It was still early, and the master and his subordinates reined in their horses and moved forward slowly.

Zhen Zhigong was obviously in a good mood, humming unknown weird ditties from time to time along the way.

Zhou Fusheng was scratching his heart when he heard it, and finally couldn't help but asked politely: "Did the young master sleep well last night?"

Zhen Zhigong hummed a little tune and said, "Not bad."

Zhou Fusheng swallowed his saliva, and asked again with a thick old face, not afraid of death: "What's the good idea?"

Zhen Zhigong glanced at him with a half-smile, "Why, Uncle Zhou is also interested in that Persian dancer?"

Zhou Fusheng hurriedly shook his head and said, "How dare you! I'm not of my race, I'm just a little curious!"

Zhen Zhigong laughed loudly, "Don't be nervous, even if Uncle Zhou is really interested, I won't tell the nanny."

"Okay, my young master, stop joking with Uncle Zhou." Zhou Fusheng smiled wryly, and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his head.

Zhen Zhigong's nanny is Zhou Fusheng's wife, Qiao Shi. Qiao Shi is a skilled husband, dignified and virtuous on the outside, but aggressive and powerful on the inside.

Zhen Zhigong had enough of laughing, and then he said slowly: "The foreign land lady has too much body odor, and the smell makes her panic. It's not my young master's dish, it's better to have something refreshing."

Zhou Fusheng was taken aback, "Then you just said that you had a good time last night?"

Zhen Zhigong raised his eyebrows, "That's not bad. I taught that dancer a few simple self-defense techniques, and she taught me a few Persian ditties. It's good to reciprocate. Persian music is more interesting than our middle-earth music. You Hear how I sing."

After finishing speaking, she began to sing in a whirlwind manner, and her words were the same as that of the Persian dancer, with weird pronunciation that she couldn't understand.

Zhou Fusheng took a look at his young master who was shaking his head and singing with gusto, and then looked up worriedly at the sky.

Being alone in a room with such a superb beauty, nothing happened to the lonely man and widow, young master, do you really want to switch to a vegetarian diet?

At the end of the song, Zhen Zhigong asked expectantly, "How is your singing?"

Zhou Fusheng flattered with a heart full of pain: "This song should only exist in the sky, how often will it be heard in the world."

Young Master Zhen raised the corners of his lips, becoming more and more complacent: "Very good, go back and sing to Little Tofu, and it won't shock him."

"..."

This time Zhou Fusheng could only turn his head and weep in silence.

After a long time, he put away his vicissitudes and desolate mood and asked seriously: "Eldest young master, then we will start a partnership with the Song family in business?"

Young Master Zhen shook his head lazily, "No. Song Wenyi is also not my favorite. My Young Master has no interest in occupying the middle and low-end tea market, nor does he intend to give other families a share of the existing high-end market of the Zhen family. Let’s go. But it’s okay to get together to have fun when you’re bored, and he’s also considered a wonderful person.”

Zhou Fusheng was sincerely convinced, and praised sincerely: "Young master is wise."

After a short pause, he said with concern: "It's just that Song Wenyi has a deep scheming mind and a lot of ambitions. He has spent so much time arranging a game but ended up with nothing. I'm afraid he won't let it go. We have to be careful in the future. "

Young Master Zhen disapproved and said proudly: "So what if he doesn't give up? If he wants to fight with Young Master Ben, he is not qualified yet!"

Zhou Fusheng nodded naturally.

Strolling all the way back to the mansion, it was lunch time, Zhen Zhigong hummed a ditty and returned to his yard, thinking how to make up a few words to coax a certain little guy who had a stubborn cold war with him in the morning, but saw The man rushed out of the house in a hurry, and immediately said: "I want to go home!"