Oh, Duan Mingyu is really a virgin? Why is it more skilled than me? Could it be that he has become a self-taught person? Zhao Qing looked at Duan Mingyu's skillful "skills", and his self-confidence was once again hit.

Duan Mingyu didn't know that his every move had already fallen into Zhao Yuan's eyes, but he felt that the girl beside him had a bulging chest and felt very good, so he couldn't help but start a little heavier. The woman nodded like a cat, her eyes full of spring.

"Xiaohong, when will the Qinggong people come out tonight to entertain guests?" Zhao Feng asked the woman next to him who was serving him with a despicable look on his face.

Xiaohong glanced at Zhao Yuan charmingly, and shook her in Zhao Yuan's arms, and said in a coquettish voice: "Well, Lord Zhao, you are with me, why do you still have to care about those innocent prostitutes who are not selling their skills? Well, I don't care, I will follow you tonight."

Zhao Feng laughed in an instant and said, "Little Tiezi, don't panic, you have a good time today. Besides, I just want to hear these innocent men come out to sing songs. Why are you jealous of these people?"

When Duan Mingyu saw that the young master cousin looked strange, he said, "What's wrong, Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Lu was obviously reluctant to weaken his reputation in front of a few women, so he smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just think that we elegant scholars should listen carefully to some songs with temperament and self-cultivation. Brother Mingyu, right?"

"Well, it's not bad. I think this is reasonable!" Duan Mingyu stopped the movements in his hand, shook his head and pretended to be deep.

The sister next to her quietly reached into Duan Mingyu's chest and kept touching her, and lay down in Duan Mingyu's ear and stopped moving.

After being teased by this girl a few times, Duan Mingyu's desire gradually became ignited. He was no longer a boy, and he had played all kinds of fun with his girlfriends before.

But in this world, he had not visited these places of love and romance, so he naturally did not want to waste his precious essence on the kiln sisters, so he restrained himself and pinched the sister's big ** and said, "Yes, this is the first time I have come to such a place, and my sister needs more advice."

The girl was sore and soft when she was pulled by his big hand. Knowing his power, she smiled charmingly and said, "Brother, don't pretend. If you come to this place for the first time, then I will still be a yellow girl, huh."

Duan Mingyu laughed and rubbed her ass a few times. The sister let out a chirping cry and twisted.

It was already the time when the lights were first on, and there were people coming and going in Cuiyun Pavilion, and all kinds of laughter were endless, making it very lively.

The innocent people have not yet appeared, but the major seats in Cuiyun Pavilion have already shouted loudly, and the cups have passed, making the atmosphere of Cuiyun Pavilion even more lively.

Not long after, I heard a clear sound of "dong--" and it was crisp and pleasant, like a fairy sound brushing across my ears, and the noisy noise in the building stopped.

"It's the Qing Gong people, the Qing Gong people are coming out!" Not only the young men were excited, but even the followers around them burst into warm cheers.

Zhao Lu, who was eating tofu over there, sat there blankly as if he was imposing a fixed method, murmured: "Is it Miss Jiang? Is she going to come out?"

"You are the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is in the golden house? Is it the mistress you are hiding in a golden house and maintaining it?" Duan Mingyu's eyes were like a chicken blood, and his eyes were lit in an instant, and a gossip picture turned faintly.

"What are you saying? Miss Jiang is the courtesan of Cuiyun Pavilion and is also a polite prostitute who is not a good person. What does it have to do with me? It's just that I think Miss Jiang's song is good, that's all, so don't think too much!" Zhao Feng suddenly raised his face and said seriously.

Well, judging from your serious look, you will know that you are a big fan of Miss Jiang.

"I dare to ask my brother, what does this mistress mean?" Zhao Yu suddenly turned around and asked.

"This means that, well, that's that, do you understand?"

"I understand!"

...

Duan Mingyu began to admire his resourcefulness and adaptability, and swallowed, "Brother Zhao, what is the name of Miss Jiang? Being the top card in the courtesan must be able to sing and dance, and it looks quite educated!"

Zhao Feng smiled and said, "Miss Jiang's boudoir name is Jiang Yuner. What's wrong? My brother is also interested in Miss Jiang?"

Jiang Yun'er could barely hear it. Duan Mingyu moved his lips and was about to say something again, but he saw a door in the middle of the second floor opening quietly, and a pearl curtain hangs down quietly. Looking down at a vague figure sitting behind the pearl curtain, no one was seen or heard of the sound. Just one glance made the men downstairs crazy.

Needless to say, this Miaorener is naturally Jiang Yuner, the flower director of Cuiyun Pavilion.

Duan Mingyu looked at Jiang Yuner's shadow and couldn't help but sneer a little. Anyone who is a courtesan would not want to easily see his appearance. He could attract more attention by playing with mystery or ambiguousness. He had long been used to it.

Qin Xian'er didn't speak, and just tilted his fingers lightly, and then he heard a sound of nature coming slowly from far to near. At the beginning, the sound was still light, as if the clear spring was gurgling down on the mountain, gradually becoming tighter, as if the drizzle in early spring was dense. Listening in a tight ear, the sound of the piano seemed to have strange magic, and the sound seemed to be hovering above the head, and it seemed to whisper in the ear, which made people intoxicated.

A row of innocent patrons walked slowly between Duan Mingyu and walked onto the central stage, revealing a smooth and flat belly. The waist was twisted lightly, and it was not enough to hold it in a slight grip. This face and figure were really several levels higher than that of a woman in a flesh-and-skin business.

An evil fire suddenly appeared in Duan Mingyu's lower abdomen, and his lower body naturally reacted. Why are you so unscrupulous? Duan Mingyu cursed secretly in his heart.

It is said that no wonder that you can see but not suffer the pain. Duan Mingyu has now felt it personally.

But the row of innocent patriarchs danced with Jiang Yuner's piano sound, and it appeared and felt extremely tempting in the gauze.

The boss of Cuiyun Pavilion has a promising and wise, and is almost able to catch up with the top scorer. Duan Mingyu even had the urge to enter the kiln industry.

After the curtain, Jiang Yuner sang a small song with the piano sound...

"When Yu Xiao plays the piano and drinks it, the spring is endless, just like yesterday.

"Carry your partner to raft the lake and dream of returning to the south of the Yangtze River.

Make wishes for the stars, ask the heaven to be beautiful, and wait for the golden list to be nominated, and the wedding candles will be blooming.

Alone in the Xiang River, lonely shadow leaning on the willows.

I miss the miserable place of homesickness, and occasionally lost the nomination, remembering the prosperity of the imperial capital.

If you are willing to listen to good news, it will be difficult to meet each other.
Chapter completed!