It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

At this time, Luoyang City is really submerged in the fragrance of flowers. Not only are there large clusters of peonies of various colors in the peony garden, but also the precious flower patterns that are displayed on the terraces of the market, and even the windowsills of ordinary people's courtyards There are two peonies in one pot.

"Luoyang is the most suitable flower in the ground vein, and peonies are especially rare in the world." If you don't come to Luoyang City, how can you know thousands of peonies.Those with few petals are simple and bright; those with many petals have layers of petals, which are complicated and graceful, showing grace.

The flowers are rich in color, white, pink, red, green, yellow, purple, blue, black, and multiple colors. It seems that Luoyang peony has all the colors in the world.

There are many types of flowers, such as single-petal type, pavilion type, lotus-like, chrysanthemum-like, rose-like, golden ring, osmanthus, crown, and hydrangea.

Today is the first day of the Luoyang Peony Festival. Wuliyangfang organized a grand arena show. Mo Wuming was invited by Master Qiao to go to Mingyue Tower.As soon as I turn out of the narrow alleyway, as far as I can see, there are turbulent crowds and many people with hairpins.

The arena is placed at the entrance of Wuliyangfang Avenue, facing Hualou Lane on one side and Cross Street Market on the other.At this moment of carnival in the whole city, people seemed to have forgotten their contempt and disgust towards Qinlou and Chuguan, and the arena was surrounded by crowds.

As soon as Mo Wumingfu entered the third floor of the Mingyue Building's "Chunguihuawu" wing room, he saw Mr. Qiao in the first seat chatting happily with the other guests, and greeted him with a smile: "Hey, nephew Mo Xian is here." Come and sit down."

"Master Qiao, Master Cao, gentlemen, the younger generation is late." He bowed his hands and apologized. It's not that he was really late, but he didn't know when these people came. They were so enthusiastic, it must have been a long time.

"Where, we arrived early." Master Qiao didn't care, let him sit down, and continued, "Nephew Mo Xian may not know that this annual grand event in Luoyang City, everyone in the city is excited."

"That's right, the Peony Conference and the oiran election, how many people have gathered in Wuli Yangfang."

"The opening is at a moment of time. I don't know which peonies cultivated this year can be selected as the 'King of Flowers'."

They are all well-known merchants in Luoyang City. Even if they are not familiar with each other, they have heard of each other. Everyone chatted with each other, and the scene became heated again after a while.

Mo Wuming drank two glasses of wine, squeezed a piece of pastry to suppress his stomach, and when he looked up, he saw the two people sitting next to him, chatting more and more speculatively.

"The selection of the next oiran is really exciting. Last year's oiran was the Manwu girl from Mingyue Tower. Unfortunately, I was not there last year. I heard that the dancer of the Manwu girl has a fairy posture, and her dancing posture is even more wonderful. Even with Mingyuelou, the tide rises and the boat rises." , became the first workshop."

"Who said it wasn't? I looked at it from afar at the time. Her body looked as elegant as a lotus. When she danced, she could charm people to the core. I wish I could cut off my flesh and blood. She is really a beauty in the world."

During the banquet, everyone was busy, and Mr. Qiao raised his glass and invited everyone to drink together: "Now I can become the president of Luoyang City Chamber of Commerce, thanks to the support of everyone here. Today is such a lively event, and I invite everyone to gather here. Thank you for your praise. I A toast to everyone."

Wearing a gold-rimmed melon skin hat, the rather wealthy businessman answered, "Where, Chairman Qiao is a man of good name, and my waiting is just icing on the cake."

"Yes, yes, Chairman Qiao's demeanor is really a role model for us. I will toast President Qiao first."

……

Master Qiao laughed, drank it with everyone, and said humbly: "Thank you for your trust, we will develop the Chamber of Commerce better together, everyone can earn money together, and enjoy fame together."

"Come on, let's have a drink together. President Dorojo will suggest something later."

A group of people ate and drank, half drunk, and a row of fat, swallow, thin and charming girls came in, and at the end was a young lady with round eyes and painted powder.

Girls and boys sat down next to the benefactor, and there was only one girl in a purple coat with large flowers. Seeing that all the sisters had chosen the benefactor, she sat beside Mo Wuming without hesitation.

The girl who got on the third floor of Mingyue Tower not only had to be good-looking, but also knew how to observe words and looks and be more clear-headed.As soon as the girl sat down, she touched the lapel of the benefactor tentatively, Mo Wuming looked down at her, then with a shy and sweet smile, she gently withdrew her hand.

He tentatively poured a glass of wine for his benefactor, and seeing that the other party didn't respond, he sat down obediently, stopped sticking to the person, and just poured the wine quietly.

Seeing that the girl was very interesting, Mo Wuming turned his head back, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the rich businessman wearing a gold-rimmed melon skin hat opposite him, with his fat hands poking into the lapel of that young man, and he couldn't help frowning.

For a moment, the decent person who looked like a human being to outsiders became less like a human being after being nodded.The scene gradually heated up, and the alcohol gradually became stronger. The merchant, who retained the last bit of sobriety, restrained himself from taking off Qing'er's clothes on the spot.

But the scene was already dirty enough, Mo Wuming silently lifted the gauze curtain and walked to the window.There was a flower arrangement on the small table, a big pink peony as the heart, and the petals of the peony were crowded and spread out layer by layer. He couldn't tell what the pink peony was called, it just looked good.

The arena was very high, and the third floor of Mingyue Tower could clearly see the arena below. Smelling the fragrance of flowers, Mo Wuming leaned on the railing and watched the arena performance with great interest.

"Not used to this kind of scene?"

Mo Wuming turned his head and saw that it was Master Qiao, he was a little surprised. He saw that everyone on the table was very skilled in drinking and having fun, but he didn't expect Master Qiao to be so sober.

Master Qiao looked at Mo Wuming with kind eyes, which made Mo Wuming's heart tremble. He was not much younger than Master Qiao in his previous life.

He didn't hide too much, and nodded honestly: "Indeed, I don't like it very much." But he is still used to it.

"It's rare that there is such a gentleman as my nephew, who is as handsome as my nephew." Master Qiao's smile became more and more sincere. He admired this kid very much, he was both shrewd and pure, tactful and upright.

He patted Mo Wuming, and said, "Getting to know people is a great science, you can't patronize your personal preferences."

Mo Wuming nodded: "Thank you, Master Qiao, the younger generation knows."

He is a person with a cold heart, it is difficult to help the world, and he is alone. In this era when three wives and four concubines are considered right, whoring is nothing.There are many things he can't get used to, and he doesn't adapt well.

The performance on the ring stage, singing, dancing and playing musical instruments was repeated over and over again. When I was bored, there was a burst of warmer applause and shouts from below, and Mo Wuming looked up.

Four strips of red silk were suddenly spread out on the second floor of the flower building in the street, and a person descended from the sky, stepping lightly on the red silk.

From the arena, there was an extremely excited and heart-piercing shout: "Manwu girl~"

Yishui's 'Manwu Girl' made Mo Wuming buzz, and he was a little more curious about this girl.

Looking carefully, she is wearing a white and blue gradient skirt, some kind of satin, silky and soft, with a light gauze wrapping her body, her skin is faintly visible, she is wearing a Lingxu bun, and her face is covered with pearl tassels.

When dancing, the dress shimmered like water waves, the hair like crow feathers spread out behind her, and the pearl tassels swayed slightly. She danced in mid-air, with a soft figure and affectionate eyes.One swings, dragging the red silk and falling down, as light as a feather.

As soon as the toes of Manwu girl landed on the ground, the red silk slowly floated down behind her, and she stood still for a while, when she raised her eyes, pearl tassels fell down.A hibiscus face, a pair of affectionate eyes, she nodded her head shyly, and raised her eyes meaningfully.Blossoming peonies flew towards the arena, falling like a rain of flowers all over the arena.

Really beautiful, but also internal strength.Mo Wuming turned his head and looked around, picked a flower casually, didn't care whether it would be voted effective, grabbed the railing and threw it down, tsk, it's a pity that it didn't land on the ring, and was trampled into flower mud by the crowd.

Feeling bored for a moment, he slowly raised his body, and a smear of white flashed into his eyes.It was a hand, a hand that seemed to be shining all the time, a rather nice hand, a... man's hand?

It is as smooth as jade, with long and slender fingers, and its complexion is fair. That kind of whiteness is not sickly white, nor is it white like snow. temperature.

The palm is big, the fingers rest on the railing, the knuckles are raised, it should be thin and powerful.Still waiting for a closer look, Mo Wuming blinked slowly, then blinked again, there was nothing, as if in a dream, he shook his head, straightened up, thinking that he had drunk too much and it was time to go home.

----split line----

Dongfang was led into the Mingyue Tower, his whole body was full of momentum, no one approached him, forming a ring-shaped open space.Occasionally, a prostitute bumped into him, and before stepping into the circle, he unconsciously fell to one side, giving way to the way up the stairs.

The head of the sub-rudder led people into the wing room on the third floor in fear and fear. He didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and sent the madam away, and all the people followed the deputy leader in obediently.

As soon as the door of the wing room was opened, Zhang Ying walked quickly to the incense burner, extinguished the incense, and bowed aside.Dongfang blinked his eyelashes lightly, glanced lightly at the furnishings in the room, walked straight in, and sat down on top.

Everyone in the sub-helm couldn't figure out the mood of the deputy leader, and they became more and more trembling, carefully speaking, and toasted him.

After drinking, the crowd became more courageous, only to see the deputy leader's expression was cold and stern, and he said very little, probably because he was in a bad mood on the way here?During the banquet, I tried to be a little bolder, and let the girl who hadn't come in in time play the piano and sing to help the sex, and the scene suddenly heated up.

It's halfway through the banquet, full of warmth and thoughts, especially for this group of rough men, they are not rare to sing the wind and make fun of the moon, no matter how beautiful the singing is, it is not as comfortable as the belly of the little lady.

In order not to make people suspicious, Dongfang did not refuse the prostitute to sit beside him.He was already handsome and imposing, and he glanced over coldly with his red phoenix eyes. The prostitute beside him took a breath, and his legs and feet wanted to go weak. She was willing to pay no money for such a character.

Dongfang held the prostitute's hand, stopped the person by his side, spent a lot of thought, the prostitute beside him was dizzy, as if he didn't know what day and night, followed Dongfang's rhythm, twisted his body, let him Play around.

The people at the helm completely let go, seeing that their deputy leader is so good at this skill, they laughed, and worked harder on the prostitute beside him, trying to win or lose.

Standing in the corner, Zhang Ying looked at him secretly, and there was nothing special about it. Why did the leader Ren ask him to pay attention to the deputy leader's bed?

"It's getting late, you go on your own." Dongfang seemed immobile on the surface, but he became more impatient and bored in his heart, thinking of sending everyone out.

The people who were almost trapped in the little lady's belly came back to their senses and wiped away the unwarranted cold sweat. It would be bad if their rough skin and rough flesh stained the eyes of the deputy leader.After suppressing their emotions and bidding farewell to the deputy leader, each of them rushed to change rooms with their little mother skins to have a good time.

Glancing at Zhang Ying who was standing there, Dongfang said mildly: "You go too, there is no need for guards today."

"Yes." He answered with his head down, tightly clenched the hand by his side, his eyes dim.

When there was no one else in the room, Dongfang slashed down on the distraught prostitute who wanted to cling to him, and didn't care about the fainted man, got up and walked to the window.The breeze blew by, bringing the fragrance of flowers outside, he exhaled slowly, put one hand on the railing, and rubbed his forehead with the other.

Not long after, he felt that his body was limp and weak, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. He circulated his internal energy, and his body felt burning.

Hastily withdrew his skills, turned around and entered the inner room, felt the undissipated heat of the incense burner, his eyes were gloomy like dripping water, he gritted his teeth resentfully, took advantage of the night to fly away from Mingyue Tower, two ups and downs, and fell straight into the narrow street A house in an alley.

----split line----

After the performance in the ring arena, the crowd dispersed a lot, but more people turned to the flower building nearby to dispel the anger that was ignited by the little goblin on the stage today.Mo Wuming bid farewell to Master Qiao, and strolled back to his second small house.

The crowd dispersed, and the delicate petals fell to the ground, trampled to a filthy mess.The evening wind blew, but it didn't blow away his alcohol, holding his head, he felt dizzy and thirsty.

He probably knows what's going on, he drank a few more glasses today, there will inevitably be some spices, wines and dishes in the flower house, but it's just to add some spice, he doesn't care about it, just get a good night's sleep.

Shaking his head, he didn't wait any longer, stepped across the messy ground, and turned into a nearby alley.The house is not far away, the corner gate of the backyard is in the alley, and it didn't take long to get home.

The bedroom was dark, Mo Wuming struggled for a long time, finally lit the oil lamp, lay on the table with his arms propped up, why was he so tired without doing anything?

I was staring at the oil lamp in a daze, and felt that there was someone behind the curtain in a trance, raised my eyes and looked carefully, and there was really someone!He remained silent with a stiff face, and his dizzy brain began to function.

As soon as he touched the dagger between his legs, a corner of the curtain was lifted, revealing a sweaty face, Mo Wuming stood up abruptly, and said in surprise, "Are you Brother Fang?" His eyes were filled with unknowing surprise.

Seeing the other party nodding, he was about to go over happily, but the man let go of the curtain in his hand with a look of lack of expression, turned around and left by himself.

Well, gone?

Although Mo Wuming was a little puzzled by the other party's behavior, Brother Fang was originally a cold-hearted person, he just kept his words to himself, and he was used to it very well earlier.He didn't expect to meet again, so he must ask Brother Fang this time, so he can make more contacts on weekdays.

He went to the servant, pulled back the curtain, and saw Brother Fang lying on his bed.

……Um?It's very fascinating!

Dongfang supported himself, and the operation of the kung fu made the medicine in him spread faster.Compared with the people in the sect, it seems that Mo Wuming is more trustworthy. When he landed in this small courtyard, he was sure that it was Mo Wuming, so he showed up.

He felt that he was going to blow up, that kind of medicine would do great harm to him as an incomplete person, and with the effect of cartilage powder, he would be powerless to fight back. Fortunately, he discovered it early, otherwise...

Turning his head to look at Mo Wuming who was walking over, Dongfang held back his composure and said calmly: "I have taken the medicine, cartilage powder and love potion. Don't let anyone touch me!"

Mo Wuming stopped, and just now he was only concerned about the joy of reuniting with old acquaintances, only then did he notice that Fang Mian's whole body was not right, with cold sweat on his forehead, and his speech and walking were weak, worse than when he was seriously injured before.Her fair cheeks were flushed, and the corners of her eyes were also stained with crimson. Danfeng looked a little seductive when she glanced at her.

Why did Brother Fang change so much, he didn't care about other things, the longer this situation lasts, the more it hurts, Mo Wuming said "I'll buy you an antidote", and ran out in a hurry.