"Hmph, throw the flower pot, throw the flower pot!" Yan Dai just wanted to persuade the third prince to say a few words, but who knew that he had already agreed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info She had to wait bitterly on the side, silently praying in her heart that Zhao Wenjie would not agree. But is it possible?

In the next second, Zhao Wenjie also agreed, "Then Mother Li, go and prepare." ”

"Hey...... Prepare to throw a flower pot to Miss Du Yan! Mother Li didn't expect the two of them to accept it so quickly, and she was very happy because of the blessing in disguise.

Flower pot throwing is a ritual in brothels and a means of soliciting guests, and it is naturally arranged in the lobby with the most people.

When the guests heard that someone was going to throw the flower pot, they came to watch, and the gossip had long been asking which two were throwing the flower pot.

As soon as they heard that it was the Third Prince and Zhao Wenjie, people's interest was even higher. Last time, they competed to throw a flower pot and threw a sky-high price of more than 30,000 yuan, how much can they throw this time?

Surrounded by all the women, Du Yan slowly walked to a stage in the center of the lobby, put the flower pot on his head, gently held it with one hand, and drooped the corner of the skirt with the other hand, the whole person was slim, like a daffodil.

Zhao Wenjie and the third prince Huangpu Youjie stood on one side of the stage, and stood in an isosceles triangle with Du Yan.

"Zhao Wenjie, you come first." The third prince has an extra fan in his hand, and he is handsome and handsome.

"Forget it, I pressed you last time, this time I'll let you, you go first." Which pot is not opened, who doesn't know that the third prince has a soft spot for peonies, but he was pulled out by Zhao Wenjie, which is an untouchable pain in his heart, he heard the words and his face darkened, and said, "Don't regret it!" ”

"The first vote, the third prince voted five hundred taels." The third prince took out a silver ticket of five hundred taels and gently crumpled it into a ball, and gently threw it at Du Yan's flower pot, and the small balls kneaded by the silver ticket fell gently into the flower pot.

"Good!" I don't know who roared, and everyone applauded and coaxed.

Zhao Wenjie didn't make a sound, but also took out a silver ticket of five hundred taels, rubbed it casually and threw it over, without any accident, and it fell steadily into the flower pot.

"The second vote, the third prince votes for 1,000 taels!" The third prince took out a silver ticket of 1,000 taels, and threw it into the pot as before.

Zhao Wenjie still didn't gnaw and followed closely behind.

.......

After a few times, there were almost 12,000 taels in the Du fireworks pot, and people's enthusiasm was also high. Sure enough, it was the Shuangjie of the capital, and he still didn't blink his eyes when he came to his silver.

"Third prince, are you still voicing?" Zhao Wenjie said with a smile. "You don't have much money, do you?"

Seeing that he voted for a silver ticket of two hundred taels, Zhao Wenjie knew that there were not many silver tickets on his body.

"Take care of yourself, this prince has money." The third prince's face turned red when he heard this, he didn't expect to run into Zhao Wenjie again, the silver prepared was indeed a little insufficient, and he would have to pay for the private room later!

"Well, I'm welcome!" Zhao Wenjie ignored him, took out two hundred taels from his arms, and continued to throw them towards the flower pot.

"What is this person doing with so many silver tickets? Fortunately, the prince ordered someone to go back to get it early in the morning, and I want you to look good later! The third prince had a bad face, and said angrily in his heart.

Now the number of silver tickets in the pot has reached more than 12,000 taels, Yan Dai looked at them but did not mean to stop, she was anxious, and the position of more than 2,000 two or four famous prostitutes was about to be handed over, she was unwilling, but she was helpless.

Once fame falls, it will be even more difficult to recover.

"Third prince, you're tired, take a sip of tea." She ordered someone to bring the best green tea, Yingying stepped forward and gently served it to Youjie.

Her eyes were full of affection, and she glanced at the third prince's resentment, and the third prince's heart suddenly trembled: What's wrong with Yandai?

Thinking of Yandai, he suddenly came to his senses: What's wrong with me, isn't the person I like Yandai? Why would you throw a flower pot here with someone for a woman I don't like?

Looking at Du Yan on the stage, whose face was already slightly red because of joy, although she is also very beautiful, she has never been her favorite type, why should I do a battle of will here?!

Damn Zhao Wenjie, it's all you!

He pinched the 1,000 taels of silver tickets that the housekeeper had just sent in his hand, and although he voted for it, his heart was no longer quiet, and the ball made of silver tickets rolled down at Du Yan's feet.

"Hahaha...... Agreed, the third prince. I'm going to win. Zhao Wenjie said and threw a beautiful curve, and finally the thousand taels fell steadily into the flower pot.

This trip to throw the flower pot instantly spread throughout the entire Willow Lane, and Zhao Wenjie pressed the three princes again and hugged the beauty.

And Du Yan bid for a flower pot of 13,200 taels, becoming the fifth famous prostitute in the capital, envious of others.

"Haha, Brother Sanhuang really pities the jade, if Miss Yandai spoke out early, I think this flower pot would have ended a long time ago." The fifth prince said towards Yan Dai. Yan Daiqiao's face flushed, what would people think in the eyes of others?

Sure enough, the eyes of many sisters in Lichun Temple changed when they looked at her.

"Hey, Brother Sanhuang, shall we continue to drink? Let's go back if we don't drink it, it's nothing more than that, there's nothing to see. Huangpu Wushuang was not in the mood to watch Yan Dai's performance, so he pulled Qu Yan on the side and said, "This prince will play here today, and he came to play today with the intention of rubbing my three emperor brothers, and there is no silver on him, I will reward you with this piece of jade." ”

Qu Yan was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly took the jade pendant, saluted him and said, "Thank you for the reward of the fifth prince." ”

lost the flower pot throwing, the third prince lost face and lost interest, and left with everyone in anger and chagrin.

Zhao Wenjie pressed the third prince again, he was in a good mood, accompanied by Du Yan and others, and drank until midnight before leaving.

"Head, why don't you just stay, this Du Yan girl looks really good." Zhao Yue drank a little too much, his walking pace was unsteady, and he fell crookedly on Li Huan's shoulder.

"If you're drunk, don't say a few words, this is called the realm of head play, do you understand!" Li Huan slapped Zhao Yue and said.

Zhao Wenjie smiled and did not speak. Even during the Lantern Festival, in the middle of the night, the streets are very empty, and the moonlight envelops the entire capital, illuminating it as if it were day.

"What a round moon!" He looked up and sighed. I thought of the man who likes to look at the moon when he has nothing to do. Tonight's Lantern Festival, how did she spend it? Did you go to see the lanterns? I heard that there is a lantern boat festival there, and it is very lively......

"Mingge, you and your brothers go back first, and I'll go later." Ming Ge was the least drunk among the few people, and after Zhao Wenjie finished his order, he strode forward alone.

"Mingge, what's wrong with your head?" Zhao Yue looked at Zhao's departing back and asked, "Isn't he happy?" ”

"I don't know, you still have to worry about yourself, just count your poor drinking, and drink the most!" Ming Ge said angrily, he was carrying Hou Bin on his back, and that guy was already unconscious.

The moon of the fifteenth Lantern Festival is like a silver plate hanging in the blue night sky, the moon and stars are scarce, and everything is quiet. At the foot of the peak, plum blossoms are splendid, standing proudly in this silent valley.

There was a log cabin in the middle of the Merlin, and in the cabin a lonely figure sat behind a xylophone, his hands stroking the strings and letting out a sigh.

"Master, it's late at night, do you want to go back to the Drunken Wind Building?" A figure flashed by, stayed on the outside of the wooden house, and said respectfully inside.

"I don't have much time to spend with my concubine. I'll stay here tonight. The man in the hut replied, and his hands stroked the strings again, and the sound of the piano tinkled to break the silence of the night, but melted into the silent night, telling of his lovesickness for his lover......

When the people outside the house heard this, they quietly retreated. Left this piece of Merlin to him.

Loneliness is a derivation of love, and with love, there is loneliness, right?

......

After the Lantern Festival, everything has entered normal, the small village, the aftermath of smoke, people have breakfast, put into the day's work.

"Alas...... The year is over. The first thing Hui'er did after getting up was to say regretfully that the New Year was over.

"You little greedy ghost, do you still want to celebrate the New Year every day? Hurry up and wash and eat, you see that Sister Liu got up early in the morning to help her mother make breakfast. Shu Min looked at her with a disappointed expression and said angrily.

Hui'er was embarrassed by Shumin's words, so she quickly got dressed, and ran to the kitchen for breakfast with her eyes that had just woken up.

When she arrived at the kitchen, she found that Feng An and Yang Er had already eaten well and were ready to go to the private school.

"Brother, brother, are you going to the academy so soon?" Hui'er was a little reluctant in her heart, since they went to school, they rarely played with her.

"The plan of the year lies in the spring, the plan of the day lies in the morning, the young and strong do not work hard, and the boss is sad." Feng An read two lines of poetry and led Yang Er to hurriedly remove the door.

Looking at her brother and brother in the distance, Hui'er pouted. She found that everyone was so busy after the New Year, and it seemed that she was the only one who was idle.

"You're still pouting, your brother Feng'an got up before dawn to practice, and he stood on the pile for an hour, and you still look like a little lazy cat." Shumin twisted the veil and handed it to Hui'er to wash her face.

Hui'er took it sullenly, wiped it casually, picked up the gruel that Liu'er had served her on the table, and took small sips.

"Sister Liu, where are we going to play after eating?" Hui'er asked Liu'er.

"Hui'er, wait for you to play by yourself, I still have to learn fashion design from my aunt, and I have to embroider a handkerchief at home in the afternoon." Liu Er said that she is very interested in fashion design, and now she is learning some basic theories from Shumin, and she has time to do some housework, so her time is also full.

When Hui'er heard this, she didn't say anything, but her mouth pursed higher.

"Mother...... Where are you going later, I'm going to follow you! Hui'er's tone was a little hard, indicating that she was already unhappy in her heart.

"Mother is going to see the Queen Mother to appreciate our field today, it's far away, are you sure you want to follow?" Shumin asked as she sandwiched a piece of fried egg for her.

"Yes!" As soon as she heard that she was going to see the fields appreciated by the Queen Mother, Hui'er's interest came, and she nodded frequently.

"Then you can't shout happiness, and you can't ask your Uncle Chu to carry it, can you do it?" Shumin dotes on children very much, but she doesn't want them to develop a lazy temperament, the other children are okay, but Hui'er here she really doesn't know what to do, first, she is still young, second, there are girls, and third, she really suffered a lot when she was a child. So invisibly, she is almost doting on her.

However, as she grows up, Shumin feels that it is time to restrain her, or to stop doting on her as before, and to demand something from her. (To be continued.) )