Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

number. Song Jing took a few quick steps, overtook Sun Xiaowu, who was walking almost at the same time, and arrived at the vermilion locked gate first, picked up the copper ring and buckled it, the muffled sound of copper hitting the wooden door, dull There was a blunt sound, and the slightly peeling red paint was half attached to the door, half protruding into the air, trembling slightly with the vibration of the door.

"Tell me, will they pay attention to us?" Sun Xiaowu walked up to him and asked in a low voice.

Song Jing looked up at his sly eyes and became worried, and couldn't help laughing: "You should laugh anyway, where did the previous anger go?"

Sun Xiaowu's eyes turned stubborn, and he was about to argue with Song Jing, but he stopped talking after hearing a charming female voice inside the door, and shrank behind Song Jing imperceptibly, with a low eyebrow and a pleasing look, which was very cute.

"Our girl doesn't entertain guests during the day."

"Hey, you are here looking for a girl, not a girl looking for you. Why are you pretending to be shy." Song Jing raised her forehead.

"It's just the first time for me." Sun Xiaowu gritted his teeth carefully, with a sour tone, "It's not like you aristocratic dudes who have seen countless beauties at a young age."

He poked Song Jing's shoulder with his finger: "Hey, people say they won't accept guests, why don't we go to Yipinzhai first and come back at night?"

As he was speaking, the vermilion door opened with a "squeak" and a shrewd and glamorous 25-year-old woman was dressed in a snow-white fox fur with a pink floral dress underneath and soft tassels of the same color around her waist. It is covered with long skirt folds.

Sun Xiaowu muttered, just in time to be heard by Song Jing: "Didn't you say that you don't welcome guests? Why are you opening the door?"

Song Jing glanced at Sun Xiaowu disdainfully, and took out the silver taels from the Qiankun Ring earlier, turned over the silver taels that were buckled in his palms, held them in his palms, and stretched them out in front of the woman, which happened to be 30 taels: "We Right now I need a girl to accompany me."

45 calm flower wine (3)

更新时间2010-4-3022:53:28字数：3524

Sitting in the luxuriously decorated room, Sun Xiaowu secretly looked at the surrounding decorations with vivid eyes, only feeling excited inside, a fiery heart surging in his chest.

Exquisite carved small windows, gorgeously colored curtains dragging the floor, all pear rosewood tables, chairs and cabinets with distinct textures, and small areas of reliefs, line carvings, wood inlays, and stone inlays on them constitute a complete picture scroll of plum appreciation in winter .A green-glazed porcelain jug is placed on the round table carved with patterns at the four corners. The emerald-like luster of the whole body is warm and flowing, reflecting on the small milky white cups, which is particularly beautiful.

He and Song Jing sat next to each other. Opposite them was a red sandalwood side seat inlaid with an enamel throne screen, which was composed of five leaves, and under it was a three-part Sumeru seat in a figure-eight shape.The upper eyebrow panel and the lower skirt panel of the screen are respectively inlaid with enamel bat patterns and hard-angle cloud patterns.The center is painted with a grain-patterned round wall, the center of the screen is inlaid with copper enamel, made of sky blue, and the surroundings are painted with relief plum petals.

This interspersed screen separates two spaces, and it is said that inside is Miss Mei, one of the four flower fairies under the leading girl here.

Before, he felt distressed that Song Jing gave too much money, but at this moment, in his heart, there are flowers blooming, and the money is really worth it, especially when the money is not his own.

"Xiao Jing, it's only noon now." Sun Xiaowu became immature and thin-skinned, glanced at Song Jing who looked calm, and lowered his voice, "The girl will come later, what shall we do?"

"What do you want to do?" Song Jing poured himself a small glass of sake. The wine was clear with a tinge of red. He raised the glass and put it on his lips. The fragrance of plum blossoms lingered on the tip of his nose. After drinking the wine in the cup, one can only feel the fragrance flowing between the lips and teeth, and the cold wine slides through the inside of the body and falls into the stomach, like the coldness of snowflakes swirling between plum blossoms.

good.Song Jing admired slightly in his eyes, playing with the wine glass in his hand, squinting his eyes and mocking in a tone of voice: "Little Brother Wu, don't be stage-frightened temporarily. After all, I paid so much money."

Sun Xiaowu froze, snatched the wine glass from Song Jing's hand, filled it up for himself, and poured it down in one gulp, slurring his mouth, it's really delicious, this time he came to drink this wine, and he thought it was worth it.

"So much money is not worth so much wine, Brother Xiaowu." Song Jing said calmly, "If it's really not possible, Brother Xiaowu, you can go to Yipinzhai to accompany Xiaolang. It's better for me to be here alone." He said He glared at Sun Xiaowu fiercely in his heart, why are you clinging to me so tightly?I can't even leave.

Sure enough, Sun Xiaowu blinked, and stared at Song Jing slyly: "Why do I feel, Xiao Jing, you always want to drive me away?"

"Want to eat alone?" He obviously missed it, "Don't even think about it, I won't leave. I live here every day in my dreams, and I will be stage fright, ha——"

Sun Xiaowu felt very hopeless, filled another glass for himself, and drank it with a "gudong".

Song Jing had no expression on her face, well, let's see who can spend more.

"This is warm wine, young masters, it's better to drink this." The door was pushed open, and the beautiful woman from before came in, holding a wooden tray in her hand, on which was also a green-glazed porcelain jug, she Followed by four women, all of them are pretty girls, each holding a wooden tray in their hands, each with a few delicate and fragrant side dishes.

The woman's name is Jiuniang, who is the manager of the daily affairs of this brothel. She put the jug on the table, and while directing the other girls to arrange the dishes, she showed an enchanting smile: "You two young masters! , Miss Mei will only accompany the song, and will not pay for wine or other things. These four girls, I have come according to Mr. Song's arrangement, and they are clean. I hope the two young masters will treat them well." She looked around, packed the wooden tray, With that, he backed away and closed the door behind him.

"You arranged it?" Sun Xiaowu stared blankly at the slender and pale boy, "Do you come here often?"

Song Jing turned her seat to face Sun Xiaowu, gestured for the four women to sit down next to the two of them, and without asking their names, raised her chopsticks and began to pick up vegetables, but her tone was inadvertent: "It's my first time. Come."

Sun Xiaowu was depressed, couldn't he be better than Song Jing, a child?

"Eat first." Song Jing said, "I won't eat lunch. I will be hungry in the afternoon. I don't have the energy to do what I want to do by then."

"What are you thinking..." Sun Xiaowu opened his mouth stupidly, and suddenly realized that there were two girls sitting beside him. He picked up his chopsticks and stuffed vegetables into his mouth desperately, ignoring the flashing smile in Song Jing's eyes.

"You guys go over and serve him too." Song Jing casually ordered, glanced at the jug, a few girls understood, and began to fill Sun Xiaowu with wine inadvertently, and then handed the glass to Sun Xiaowu.

Sun Xiaowu could only feel the fragrance around him, and the air was filled with the smell of pink powder.He was eager to move, maybe he could reach out and touch the girl's soft and tender little hands?

He didn't have the guts to look up at the girl next to him carefully, his eyes were focused on the dishes on the table, and his eyes remained motionless.Unless there is a plain white wine glass and a white and soft hand in front of him, then he will take the wine glass in a thief-like way, and quickly touch the girl's little hand.

Hey, although she is not as touchable as Xiaojing, she is a girl anyway.Sun Xiaowu was so moved that he wanted to cry, a long-cherished wish for many years.

Satisfied, Sun Xiaowu didn't notice that the pot of wine had already been drunk by himself. Song Jing, who was opposite him, had clear eyes and a smile.

The slow-witted Sun Xiaowu realized that the dishes in front of him became blurred, and a pair of chopsticks were stretched out, but they couldn't pick up the dishes.

He shook his head, what's going on?

A pair of long and narrow Danfeng eyes, thin lips, and pale face vaguely appeared in front of her eyes.

A plain white wine glass was suddenly placed in front of this face. Sun Xiaowu slowly stretched out his hand, took it habitually and drank it, and touched the little hand by the way, hearing the soft laughter of the girl beside him: "Little son ,You are bad."

If, in addition to touching the little hands, there is also a hug, that would be great.

In front of Sun Xiaowu's eyes, that pale and handsome face was dangling back and forth, it was really to my liking.He opened his lips and let out a big grin, shook his arms away from the girl beside him, and rushed towards Song Jing who was opposite him: "Girl, give me a smile."

This guy, drunk, has an unusually big lust.Song Jing stretched out a hand, firmly pressed against Sun Xiaowu's blushing face, and sneered thrillingly: "Brother Xiaowu, can you see who is in front of you?"

He laughed, he laughed.Sun Xiaowu was completely dazed, his hands were longer than Song Jing's, and he easily passed through Song Jing's blockade, touched Song Jing's face with his paws, and looked at that cold and beautiful smile, his heart was extremely excited, it was really good to touch, so comfortable .

His hand lingered on Song Jing's face, regardless of Song Jing's increasingly cold expression, with great strength, he swooped away from Song Jing's hand, and firmly hugged Song Jing who was sitting on the chair into his arms , her cheek rubbed against Song Jing's neatly tied hair, it was so slippery and cool.

Satisfied, he let out a hum, and put his whole body weight on Song Jing, ignoring the low air pressure around Song Jing that suddenly rose like a storm.

"Go away." Song Jing gritted her teeth, how could this guy be so troublesome when he was drunk?

"..." The reply to Song Jing was a few meaningless hums of pleasure.

very good.Song Jing raised her head helplessly and sighed softly, her waist finally couldn't hold her back, and both of them fell to the ground.Song Jing, who was acting as a backrest, let out a muffled grunt, and pushed vigorously the moment he fell to the ground, and finally kicked Sun Xiaowu away who was hanging on his body.

"I still want to hug." The obviously younger Sun Xiaowu looked at Song Jing with a rogue face, his eyes were misty and angry, his long legs moved on the ground, and he was about to pounce on him again