Chapter 133: It's so hard for men

Gao Wenxin looked up and down at Zhang Fubao, who was wearing a Taoist robe but with beautiful hair. She saw that her hair was as silk as silk, her light could be seen, her eyebrows and eyes were as picturesque as picturesque, her beauty was cute, and she was obviously a half-girl. She couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Can you... do it? This is a big thing. Can Miss Baoer lead me to meet the Heavenly Master?"

Zhang Fubao was so idle that he had finally done something, so he was reluctant to let her see her brother, let alone that his brother had been invited by Mr. Mei, a big tea merchant here.

After she sat upright, she pushed the table with a divine u and said in an old-fashioned manner: "How can I not succeed? My Taoism is not as good as my brother. Besides... The Heavenly Master doesn't easily do anything for others. If you can trust me, I will do it for you. It's fate that we know each other. For this divine gold, forget it. If you can't trust me, then Miss Wenxin will ask you back. Even if you meet your brother, he will not take action."

Seeing Gao Wenxin looking worried, she suddenly smiled playfully, and two cute little tiger teeth appeared in her mouth, and said to her: "Sister is going to count marriage? Well... I should have gotten married at this age, but from your face, I don't look like the Red Luan Star moving recently. Give me your birth date and horoscope, but I'll make a calculation, but I can only calculate the approximate date of your happiness, but I can't count that person."

Gao Wen's pretty face was flushed because she was standing behind her two actors. She ran out of the Mo Mansion to death. If they thought they were for this reason, wouldn't they be laughed to death?

It turned out that when she saw Yang Ling entertaining a celebrity in Luyuan, she wanted to sneak out of the mansion to ask Master Zhang Tian. Although her ankle was sprained, the medicinal wine she had prepared was very effective. The redness and swelling had subsided that night, and as long as she walked slowly, it would be fine.

Who doesn't know that this pretty girl often goes to and from the factory to supervise the adult's bedroom in the middle of the night? Who would believe it if the two of them have no affinity?

In their hearts, these people had long regarded this beautiful maid as a fourth wife. She was going to see Zhang Tianshi. He Baihu, who was left behind, could not resist her for a long time, had to send a sedan chair and sent two capable subordinates to follow her without leaving any steps.

Seeing that this girl Baoer was so arrogant, she kept patting her chest and claiming that she had obtained the true teachings of the previous generation of the Heavenly Master, Gao Wenxin had to sit down, turn her head and whisper to the two men: "Please wait for me outside the door first. I want... to ask the Jurchens to tell me a fortune."

When the two men saw that it was the eldest girl Sichun, they were anxious to go through the house to be the wife of the factory. The girl's family was tender and it was really not suitable to stand beside her, so they left the door as they said and waited in the corridor.

Gao Wenxin took out a note from his arms. Before he could speak, Zhang Fubao, who was eager to show off, had already snatched it, stretched out his jade palm to stop her from speaking, and said proudly: "No need to speak. The Heavenly Master knows the secrets of heaven, and is almost inseparable from all sides. I will calculate it for you one by one."

She deliberately showed off her behavior, and she could only count her marriage based on a single divination tool. At this time, she used all kinds of divination tools one by one, with skillful and beautiful movements. Gao Wen was so dazzled that she had a great confidence in her.

The more Zhang Fubao calculated, the slower hesitated. Finally, he couldn't speak. Gao Wenxin couldn't help but ask, "How is it? What's wrong?"

Zhang Fubao raised his head, glanced at her with big eyes, black and white, and thought to himself: "Oh no, now I'm embarrassed. Today, the hexagram is not effective. People are sitting here very hard. I want to say that she is destined to die long ago. It would be strange if she doesn't slap me in the mouth."

Zhang Fubao smiled dryly and said, "Uh...this...hehehe, you are counting marriage, right? This marriage is destined to heaven, and there is no fate without knowing it. If fate comes to good people, you will be exposed casually and may your fate change with it..."

Gao Wenxin rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "Didn't you calculate anything you say? The birth date and horoscope are not mine, but Lord Yang's. I want to... what is his fortune?"

Zhang Fubao was shocked. He grabbed the compass and stood up. He stared at her directly, making Gao Wenxin feel irritated. He also stood up in a hurry.

Yang Xiucai's birth date and horoscope were given to her family when she married the Han family, so Han Youniang kept her husband's birthday in her hands. Gao Wenxin looked for the prescription to cure his internal deficiency and infertility from ancient books. When he was looking for a prescription, he needed to know his birth date and horoscope according to the prescription.

In ancient times, witches and doctors were not distinguished. Medical skills were often mixed with some messy spells. Some of them were determined by the birth date and horoscope. Gao Wenxin didn't know whether it was effective or not. He did not dare to be careless when using it on people he valued very much, so he copied them all and asked Youniang about Yang Ling's horoscope for birth humiliation.

At this time, based on the birth date and the face of Di Yangling that Zhang Fubao had seen him, he had already concluded that this person had a strange life, and that he must have taken over his body and prolonged his life with a very high Taoist technique.

If ordinary people heard about this, they might think of that person as a monster. However, Zhang Fubao came from Longhu Mountain and studied gods and ghosts all day long. It is said that Zhuge Liang used the seven-star lamp to borrow his life from the sky during the Three Kingdoms period. Unfortunately, Wei Yan broke into the big tent and kicked it over and failed. I have never seen such things, but I have heard of them a lot.

So Zhang Fubao didn't regard Yang Ling as a monster. She was shocked and just couldn't imagine that even her father could not do this legendary magic. There was something else in this world that could do it.

Zhang Fubao looked at Gao Wenxin for a while and remembered that his brother had said that Yang Ling had a high position and was so powerful that the master behind him could not afford to provoke Longhushan. He hurriedly rubbed his stiff face, changed into a sweet smile, and said with a smile: "You... are you trying to calculate his fortune, right? Lord Yang's fortune is indescribable, as for longevity..."

Gao Wenxin asked nervously: "How is Shoulu?"

Zhang Fubao sat back depressedly and said, "The longevity is extremely high, and he is definitely a person with a long life, but no one can calculate the specific age."

Gao Wenxin was surprised and happy and asked, "Are you sure? Is there no mistake?"

Zhang Fubao was annoyed and said, "I can't calculate the specific ones. Didn't I say that it's almost done? In this world, in addition to being righteous, good and longevity, there are also fortunes and misfortunes. The fate can only be considered righteous or not. Therefore, there is a saying that the secret of heaven is difficult to predict. I can't guarantee an accident or misfortune."

Yang Ling has power in his hands and there are many guards everywhere he goes. What kind of disaster can he suffer?

Gao Wenxin didn't believe Yang Ling's nonsense, and always believed that someone pretended to be a fool to deceive him. Now that she got Zhang Fubao's words, she felt like she was calm and sat there for a while and was floating in her soul. She didn't know what she was thinking.

Until she came back to her senses, she saw Zhang Fubao holding her chin with her hands, blinking her big eyes and looking at her in a curious way, then her face turned red and she said, "Then Miss Baoer... can you go back with me? When you face the adults, he...he didn't know what nonsense he heard of, and he always believed that his life would not last long..."

Zhang Fubao thought to himself: "It would be even more right for him to think so. I believe that the person who casts spells and takes over his life to save his life has no confidence in his own authentic arts and does not know whether he can succeed in changing his fate against the will of heaven, so he has this idea, right?

Well... he is not bad, he doesn't hate it at all. He is so worried all day long. I just don't tell his secret and make a few words of good fortune and fortune, and it's nothing to live for a hundred years. I just don't know if my brother agrees..."

Zhang Fubao thought of this and smiled at Gao Wenxin, "Okay, I'm fine. My brother is out as a guest. I'll ask him when he comes back."

Gao Wen was convinced and was not bad at this moment. He stood up and bowed happily and said, "Thank you Miss Baoer, then I'll go back first and visit you next day."

Some people will never become friends all their lives together, even if there is no barrier between them because they lack something they are interested in. But like-minded people can quickly get along.

When Yangling and Mo Qinghe returned to the Mo Mansion from the "Flower Harbor Fish Watching" in "Flower Harbor", they were already a pair of friends. Friends could talk about any topics, talk about Hangzhou customs, talk about the officialdom of the capital, talk about the sky and the earth, the flowers on the roadside, and talk about beautiful women...

Uh... If the eunuch brother took the initiative to talk to you, what else can I be embarrassed about?

Yang Ling was obviously drunk, her handsome face was flushed, and she was drunk with a 70% alcoholic feeling. Mo Qinghe was also a little drunk. Look at his swaying look, it seemed as if the housekeeper Lao Li was not holding him beside him. He was about to fall head-on into the ditch.

As soon as Yang Ling entered the quaint yard, he stood in the front hall and smiled at Mo Qinghe, "Today I have a heart-warming conversation with Lord Mo to serve wine, and it is indeed very refreshing. I am now unable to drink, so I have to go back to rest. There are still a group of guests to entertain you tomorrow, so Lord Mo must have a good rest."

Mo Qinghe seemed to be unable to open his eyes, but he said with his tongue: "Hey, Lord Yang, you and I are in great enthusiasm, why are you sleeping now? Come on, come on, go to my study room and sit down. I have the best tea to serve you." As he said that, he grabbed his hand and left.

Yang Ling said strangely as he walked: "There is good tea? Is it better than the best emperor tip you gave me?"

Mo Qinghe laughed and said, "Sir, don't blame me. It's not that the humble man refuses to give it to me. It's really this tea... This tea is too rare, and I can only drink it occasionally. If I give it to me, the tea is too little, and it will inevitably make me feel shabby."

Yang Ling was curious and couldn't help asking: "What kind of tea is so rare and rare?"

Mo Qinghe came over and whispered with his ears: "This tea is the best Longjing before the rain, but... it is not picked by hand, but it is the humble choice of young and beautiful people from the tea picking girls, asking them to bite the tea with their teeth and tongue tips, and ask the tea master to take a little conditioning, put it in a bag and put it on their milk to dry. Haha, the best! I can't pick much tea in a day, so there is so little tea leaves."

This old eunuch is so good at enjoying it, right?

Let some young girls in their 14 or 15-year-old bite the tea leaves with their sparrow tongue and cherry lips, and put them on their breasts to dry them into tea leaves. The craftsmanship may not be more delicious than the best emperor tip for the tea master, but when drinking tea, I think of the beautiful scenery and this artistic conception...

Just like the legend says Churchill is addicted to Cuban cigars. It was because he saw the girls in the tobacco factory there lifted their skirts and rolled cigars on their sexy and charming thighs. So he became fascinated by this romantic fragrance from then on. Who can resist this romantic temptation?

Yang Ling couldn't help but glance at Mo Qinghe and said with envy: "Mr. Mo is really... really... where is the tea? Take me to see it quickly."

The two of them passed the front courtyard, the middle hall, and the back courtyard, and finally came to an elegant and unique building hall. Along the way, flowers and plants, vines hanging on the pavilion, and bamboos standing on the walls, just like a fairyland.

The rockery of Taihu Lake is stacked with stones, exquisite and transparent, with a peak like a lion and an eagle; a cluster of green fog square bamboos around the lake stone, accompanied by clusters of bright five-color camellias...

The back patio is inlaid with blue bricks on the wall, with the four words "Flowers and Bamboos are peaceful and quiet". Around the brick wall, there are plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemums with clear water and fine bricks, with smooth lines and delicate knife skills.

There are doors on both sides of this kind of rich house, and it is hard to tell how many rooms there are. There are rockery pools everywhere in the middle. The strange rocks are like honeycomb holes, the edges and corners of the Arhat are pure and curved, and the lotus leaves on the water surface are green, which complement the rockery... It's so easy to relax and enjoy.

On the first floor of the hall is a hall with a small hall. The layout is elegant and luxurious. The hall and one side of the hall are almost on the roof and the floor lattice windows, and the carved decorations are all made of expensive mahogany.

There is a bed in the small hall with a quilt on it. It seems that sometimes Eunuch Mo also slept here. There is an Eight Immortals table and a round table through the jade screen. The two of them sat in front of the round table. Mo Qinghe greeted the pretty maid wearing a light red silk shirt and gave the order, and the girl quickly went to make a pot of tea.

Yang Ling looked so drunk, but since he accidentally saw the child, he was really wary of this Eunuch Mo. Now he didn't know what tricks he was trying to taste tea, so he was secretly cautious in his heart.

At this time, Butler Li walked in and stood in the outer hall and said respectfully: "Master, the first batch of tax banks escorted to the capital will set sail soon. The escort envoy asked the master to inspect the box and seal it, please see..."

The study room in Mo Qinghe seemed to be quite regular. The maid who had made tea left the hall immediately. Now, Butler Li, who he trusted the most, was only standing in the outer hall and waiting, and did not dare to step into the room easily. Mo Qinghe frowned, and then slapped his head with a sudden realization and said, "Oh, I forgot, is it the luck to start today?"

He turned around and smiled at Yang Ling, "Sir, you are a southern tour of taxes. You can't lose face. This year's tax and silver coins have been paid 80% of them. Now, the silver ship will be shipped slowly. Let's take the lead. When the adults return to Beijing, the silver ship will also arrive in the capital, hahaha..."

Yang Ling was surprised and happy when he heard this. Good signs. Now all the local tax supervisors in the world are waiting and waiting. To break the gap in Jiangnan, the Tianxia tax supervisor will think that the situation in the East Factory is out, and the wind follows. He came south this time and finally accomplished this big event. No matter who Eunuch Mo is, his move is obviously to be loyal and show kindness to himself. As long as he ships of silver are transported out, the whole situation will change drastically, and even if he wants to repent, it will be too late.

Yang Ling hurriedly stood up and said, "Okay, then go and do it quickly. This... Lord Mo has business, let's have tea and chat another day, so I'll go back to the West Courtyard first."

Mo Qinghe hurriedly said, "No, no hurry, this tea is tender, and after brewing for a long time, it will lose the fragrance of tea. Haha, it seems that this is a blessing for adults. You have to go out now, uh..." He hesitated for a moment, walked to the door and shouted upstairs, "Madam, come downstairs quickly and greet me on my behalf."

Yang Ling was startled and hurriedly stopped him and said, "Mr. Mo has business to do, so I'll leave for the time being. Uh... there is no one else in this building, as long as the female family is accompanying you, it's not appropriate."

Mo Qinghe said in embarrassment: "Is it a way to treat guests with a humble way by leaving now? You don't have to look down on her and say she is a wife. Do you still know who I am? Xiaolou is a famous prostitute in Jiangnan. Marrying her into the house is just to fill the storefront. What kind of lady is she? It's okay, maybe..."

As he was speaking, a crisp voice from the upstairs responded: "Master, are you going out?"

Then I saw a pair of embroidered red shoes on the corner stairs and a green silk skirt swaying. A serene person walked downstairs. It was the charming Mrs. Mo.

Yang Ling couldn't help but bowed awkwardly: "Mrs. Mo..."

When Mrs. Mo saw that it was him, she seemed to be stunned, then her charming eyes were fixed on him and said with a smile: "I don't know if it was Lord Yang who arrived, I'm rude." As she said that, she gave a good gift.

Mo Qinghe said, "Madam, I'm going to the tax supervision office to inspect the silver and pack the boxes and go to the capital. I just made a pot of good tea and wanted to use it to quell the wine for the adults. Please sit with you for a while. Lord Yang doesn't have to be restrained, so be humble." He said, and hurriedly followed Butler Li to go out.

Yang Ling remembered that Mrs. Mo teased herself last time, and her heart beat a little faster. He thought to himself: "It's not the beauty trick Mo Qinghe used on her, right? But he is completely relieved to me today. There is no need to take a wife and make him a green hat for him. He is a eunuch. His wife is also a listed red prostitute. Could it be that he really doesn't respect her just because she is a decoration?"

Seeing that he was stunned, Mrs. Mo gently raised her hand and slid her hair on her temples. Her posture was so gentle and charming. As her slender fingers moved, her green sleeves slid down, revealing a piece of her tender wrist.

When Mrs. Mo saw Yang Ling looking at her, her eyes turned and smiled, "Sir, please sit in the room. Master Tea cherishes it very much. He said it is the best among the best. I don't even want to taste the stingy ordinary people. Today I borrowed the light of the adults."

She said with a light step and walked straight over. Yang Ling stood at the door, feeling a scent of elegant fragrance coming to her nose. She hurriedly took a two-step walk and had to turn back and sit down on the chair.

Mrs. Mo walked to him. She poured two cups of tea gently and glanced at Yang Ling quietly. Seeing his eyes and nose and heart, it was like an old monk entering into meditation. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but tilt, and a trace of evil smile flashed and flickered. Then she raised her glass and presented it with both hands and said, "Sir, please try this tea."

Seeing that the cup had been delivered to his chest, Yang Ling had to take it with both hands. He couldn't guess Mo Qinghe's thoughts for a moment. Although he knew that he might not have no need to poison himself, he still took care and took a sip, looking like he tasted it.

Mrs. Mo stared at him with her charming eyes as if waiting for him to comment. She couldn't vomit this tea, so when could she hold it? Yang Ling had to swallow it with a hard forehead, and there was no feeling of discomfort in her abdomen, and then she felt relieved.

Mrs. Mo raised her cup when she saw it, but her seductive smiles looked at Yang Ling, her red lips bloomed gently, she took a sip of the tea, and said softly: "It's true that the tea is good, it's just a taste... it's not surprising, right? Sir."

Her smile was full of charm, and her smile was indeed coquettish and charming. Her delicate voice was a bit soft and sweet.

Yang Ling also had to admit that this woman was a peerless beauty. Among the women he had seen, perhaps only Ma Lian'er. If she was older and had enough charm, she could compete with her. The woman next to her would be beautiful, and her natural charm could not be compared at all.

Yang Ling laughed dryly and said, "Yes, this tea...actually..."

Mrs. Mo bent down and got closer and closer. Her soft and seductive eyes stared at Yang Ling and said softly: "Actually, this tea does taste differently, but the adults' way of drinking it is wrong. Do you want to know, how should you drink it?"

Yang Ling stood up and said, "Yang knows only about the tea ceremony, so I would like to ask Mrs. Mo for advice."

Mrs. Mo smiled and said while putting the cup to her mouth: "The reason why this tea is unique is that it needs to be drunk like this."

As she said that, she sipped tea into her little mouth, put down the teacup, twisted her slender waist, and suddenly sat in Yang Ling's arms, put her right hand around his neck, and pouted her rosy and charming lips and leaned over.

Yang Ling was shocked, but her round and soft buttocks were sitting on her legs, and her plump and firm breasts were in front of her. Wherever her hand was about to push, he hurriedly dodged: "Madam Mo, please respect yourself."

Although this woman is extremely beautiful and charming, she is too low-key. If Yang Ling hadn't known whether Mo Qinghe was extremely guilty, so she was inconvenient to tear her face with him. She had already raised her clothes and pushed her away forcibly.

Mrs. Mo didn't force her to swallow her tea, but wrapped her hands around his neck and said pretty: "Mr. Yang, are you worried about insulting the wife of the lower-ranking officials and being impeached?"

She sighed quietly, lowered her long eyes and said, "Sir, don't you understand the master...what does he mean to ask me to serve you?"
To be continued...