Here, Zhang Tingen was accompanied by two beautiful young men and women, and was chatting about life without mentioning it.

These young men have undergone special training and have a wide range of knowledge.

Even chatting with Zhang Tingen, the little yellow party, made Zhang Tingen feel like a common language.

Zhao Dongting was led by the servant to the outside of Shi Lao's room.

This is a private room, with a scent of fragrance on your shoulders.

The servant shouted softly outside, "Miss Poetry?"

There was a pretty good voice inside, but "Young Master Zhao has arrived?"

Zhao Dongting smiled, "It's me."

"Please come in."

The servant helped Zhao Dongting open the door, and Zhao Dongting walked inside.

When I got into the house, there was a beauty who was dressing up in front of the mirror.

She is really beautiful.

Zhao Dongting looked at her face in the bronze mirror and her slim back. When the servant closed the door, he chuckled and said, "Do I call you Shi Lao or Ashima?"

Ashima turned around and bit her lip gently, charming and shy, "Then should I call you Mr. Zhao or call you..." Zhao Dongting said, "Of course I call me Mr. Zhao outside."

"Then you call me Poetry."

Ashimadao.

Her eyes were very happy and even more ashamed.

Zhao Dongting nodded without comment.

I felt a little strange in my heart, and I didn't expect to play "role play" with Ashima here.

Ashima stood up from the dressing mirror and reached out to Zhao Dongting, "Please sit down, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Dongting walked to the table and sat down.

Ashima sat opposite him.

Both of them were smiling and looking at each other.

In the end, Zhao Dongting took the lead in speaking, "Why don't you come to Changsha to see me directly?"

But Ashima said, "Enter the palace?

What palace should I enter?"

Zhao Dongting was a little amused and crying in an instant.

It seems that Ashima is going to carry out the "role play" to the end! He nodded helplessly and said, "Okay! I wonder what Miss Shi Lao can do to teach me?"

But Ashima said, "The young master wrote the second half of the song "The Song of Peach Blossom Temple" to see the poet.

Now that I see the poet, why do you ask the poet what he has learned?”

Zhao Dongting scratched his head, really didn't know what to say.

This made Ashima chuckle.

Then Zhao Dongting followed Ashima's rhythm completely.

He plays Mr. Zhao, and she plays Mr. Poetry. The two people seem to have gradually got to know each other from the stage when they were not acquainted.

Time passes quietly.

Ashima looked a little immersed in it.

The more you drink, the more you drink.

This made her cheeks look like sunset, and she was even more charming and charming.

Zhao Dongting was also a little drunk.

It seemed like the whole room was filled with the fragrance of wine.

At some point, the light suddenly went out.

Ashima asked Zhao Dongting like a murmuring, "The poet has a fate with the prince. I wonder if the prince is willing to be the guest of the poet's bed?"

Zhao Dongting has dry mouth.

I guess it's a man who can't help it now, let alone the two of them know each other's feelings long ago.

Even Zhao Dongting used to accept Ashima, but Ashima returned to China.

I made an appointment to go to Boni to find her if he had time.

After finding it, Ashima could not become his woman naturally?

Now it's just about taking this matter in advance.

I will not mention the red waves.

The emperor of the Song Dynasty, the prince of Boni, in this private room of Huayu Tower... was probably something no one could have imagined.

Maybe Zhang Tingen would have some speculations, but he would definitely not dare to say it out.

He was accompanied by two young men downstairs. When he first arrived here, he felt a little overjoyed.

It took a while for the first time to stop.

Ashima lies in Zhao Dongting's arms.

Zhao Dongting sniffed, stroked her hair and said, "Why should I call you Ashima or Shi Lao?"

"In the Song Dynasty, I am called Shi Lao."

Ashima said.

Zhao Dongting nodded slightly and then said, "Why did you suddenly remember to come to Changsha as a Chaozhou courtesan to attend the courtesan conference?

And it's so turbulent?

Just to lure me out?"

There was a pink from the inside out left on Ashima's face, and she bit her lip gently and said, "Yes, let's see if you will appear."

Zhao Dongting said: "What if I didn't show up?"

Ashima said shyly: "Then wait until you appear."

Zhao Dongting laughed loudly.

I was warm in the room for a long time, and it was almost dark outside.

A servant asked the poet outside if he wanted to bring in wine and food, and Ashima's pretty face turned red in an instant.

Then he urged Zhao Dongting to get up.

Zhao Dongting did not plan to have dinner in Huayulou, and said to Ashima: "Don't you plan to go back to the palace with me now?"

Ashima bit her lip, but said, "Shi Lao is waiting for you in Huayulou, okay?"

Now, it’s not the time to enter the palace..." Zhao Dongting didn’t know what she was thinking, but he seemed to have a habit of not knowing whether it was an advantage or a disadvantage.

Listen to women's words, your own women's words.

Now Ashima is undoubtedly his woman.

So although Zhao Dongting was confused, he didn't ask much, just nodded, "Okay."

He knew that if Ashima wanted to say it, he would definitely say it.

Zhao Dongting stayed at Huayulou for dinner.

The two of them who had just passed by the rain sat opposite the dining table, which was very polite to respect each other.

After dinner, Zhao Dongting smiled badly again.

This made Ashima's pretty face instantly red as the sunset.

But she was destined to be unable to escape Zhao Dongting's claws.

I think she spent a lot of time choosing a courtesan, living in this Huayu Tower and waiting for Zhao Dongting to appear.

It's really no different from attracting a wolf into the house.

Of course, she was very happy to be eaten by this wolf.

When Zhao Dongting left Huayu Tower, he looked more energetic than when he came.

Zhang Tingen was a little drunk.

After walking out of Huayu Tower, Zhao Dongting did not plan to take him back to the palace and let him go home by himself.

Zhang Tingen knew that the emperor's cultivation was much better than his, so he didn't force it.

Ashima lay in the Hongxiutianxiang Pavilion, her eyes were blurred, and she was stunned and smiled from time to time.

Of course she has her own ideas.
To be continued...