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The three women quickly got up, smiling, looking forward to life, under the light gauze robe, the graceful figure twisted slightly, and they came to the three of them, the snow-white and crystal wrists, the arms of the three of them were naturally gou, and the graceful figure was gently pasted up, and the look was extremely natural, so that the three of them sighed in their hearts that the girl with red sleeves was really well-trained.

The three of them sat down again, the room was originally a little cold, because of the arrival of the three of them, there was some warmth, and with the misty rain of the West Lake outside the window, there was a bit of poetic feeling.

"Hey, sister, aren't you cold when you wear so little?" Yang Zheng stared at the woman beside him who was snow-white, and said with a smile.

The woman covered her small mouth and giggled, and said, "This son, you are so bad!"

"Men aren't bad, aren't women loved?" Yang Zheng laughed.

A few people had never heard such a thing, so they first shook their heads for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

Peng Chengfeng said with a smile: "Brother Yang is really knowledgeable, even piao****ji can say such moving words, admire, admire!"

"But isn't it, men are not bad, how can they come to this Qinglou, if there are no men in this Qing Building, these women will naturally be unhappy, Brother Yang's words are very reasonable!" Duan Yu also agreed.

Because of Yang Zheng's words, the room became cheerful, and the breath became warmer.

At this time, the woman who was nestled in Yang Zheng's arms gently squeezed Xiongkou into his arms, stretched out her wrist, gently strangled Yang Zheng's neck, her red lips opened gently, and she sighed in his ear, and said with a smile: "Masters, do you want to eat some water and wine, or listen to Xiaoqu first-?"

Before Yang Zheng could answer, Duan Yu on the side pinched the woman in his arms, causing the woman to snort.

"The banquet that Ye just ate, although this fragrant white steamed bun is delicious, but you still need to let Ye digest and digest it, let's listen to Xiaoqu first?"

"The scenery here is so pleasant, and there are three beautiful girls, wouldn't it be boring if you just listen to the little song, why don't you have some banquets, drink and listen to the little song, will it be fun?" Yang Zheng said with a smile, turned his head to the woman in his arms and said, "Sister said yes?"

The woman covered her small mouth and let out a few coquettish laughs, followed by a trembling in front of Xiong, which was actually very seductive.

"This son is the one who will enjoy it, qinglou, isn't it just a wine rouge?"

Yang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Yes, yes, the wine is the wine of the red sleeves, is this rou-?"

This was cleverly remarked, and immediately elicited a burst of laughter.

The banquet was set up in a short time, the three women got up one after another and filled the three of them with a glass of water and wine, and poured a glass themselves, walked over gracefully, stretched out the wine glass in his hand and handed it to Yang Zheng, and said with a smile: "Come, for the moving words of the son, the little woman salutes the son?"

Yang Zheng didn't shirk it, and drank the water and wine in the cup as soon as he raised his head.

Seeing him so refreshing, the woman's face was overjoyed, she put down the wine glass in her hand, walked over again and snuggled in Yang Zheng's arms, and gently put a pair of small hands on it

On Yang Zheng's shoulder, he beat it gently, the force was neither light nor heavy, and it was obvious that he had been trained.

Yang Zheng arrived, Duan Yu and Peng Chengfeng on the side couldn't resist the atmosphere of this gentle township, and they snorted after a while, looking like a pig brother.

Yang Zheng is not a junior brother, he has already seen the last time he made a big fuss, so he didn't show how shy he was, but was even more open.

The woman seemed to knead lightly and heavily, feeling the professionalism of the little hands, and her heart was also extremely satisfied, and said with a smile: "The girl gave birth to a pair of good hands, let that Young Master Peng reward some silver later?"

The woman was overjoyed, the source of the silver obtained by the women in the Qinglou was mostly to entertain people by se, but it was not a long-term solution after all, and these eating and drinking came faster than those dirty things, so some of the Qinglou women were no different from those beer girls in the previous life, and the more the guests spent here, the more the women who served could naturally thank the benefits.

"Childe really feels sorry for people?" The woman was happy in her heart, and the strength of her little hands was a little stronger.

Yang Zheng snorted comfortably, Duan Yu and Peng Chengfeng on the side were still a little unable to let go at first, especially that Peng Chengfeng was even more nervous, and only after hearing Yang Zheng's appearance did he learn for a while, and completely forgot the nervousness in his heart.

I don't know how long it took to beat like this, and the three of them were almost asleep, before they heard the woman behind them gently put her body down, so that the two soft balls were directly against Yang Zheng's back, Yang Zheng's heart moved, his body couldn't help shaking, the two soft balls rippled gently, and the feeling of numbness made him have a little aftertaste.

The woman behind her didn't feel anything, her body was getting lower and lower, Yang Zheng could almost imagine the feeling of the two soft masses being squeezed, and when she was in reverie, she suddenly had a faint fragrance in front of her nose, followed by a warm ear, and the woman's voice said: "Childe, the girl who sang the song is here?"

"Oh, are you coming-?" Yang Zheng came back to his senses with a look of enlightenment, his eyes glanced at his ears intentionally or unintentionally, it was snow-white, and Yang Zheng saw the deep ravine very well.

"Sure enough, there is some material, no wonder it is so soft!" Yang Zheng muttered.

The woman behind her pursed her lips and smiled lightly, and did not stand up immediately, but lowered her figure a little smartly, so that the softness revealed was a little less than just now because of Yang Zheng's xiong breast pressure.

"What a smart woman—?" Yang Zheng smiled lightly.

The woman smiled indifferently and said, "Childe's vision is also good?" The voice was so charming that it sounded in his ears, and the faint fragrance made his heart immediately become ape-like.

Yang Zheng smiled and said: "The girl is wrong, my son's vision has never been as good as the feel!"

The woman stood up softly, and her figure stood up very skillfully, but the moment she stood up, she rubbed against the two soft and extremely intelligent blobs behind him.

No man can refuse this kind of gentle feeling, Yang Zheng is a man, and he is still a normal man, so he set up a tent in a very inappropriate place.

The woman behind her glanced at it, her pretty face was rarely red, she giggled along her small mouth, and said angrily: "Childe is dead!"

Yang Zheng couldn't help laughing, pointed to a certain place very shamelessly, and said with a smile: "Isn't it necrotic?"

The woman smiled and wanted to say something, but at this moment, the girl who sang the song had already entered the house, and the three of them heard the movement, and their eyes raised slightly to look at the girl who was singing, the woman was wearing an emerald green gown and holding a huqin in her hand, and slowly walked in.

When they got closer, the three of them carefully looked at the woman's appearance, a pair of willow eyebrows curved like a crescent moon, but the tips of the eyebrows were dyed with a faint coldness. A pair of beautiful eyes are pitch black, flashing with a touch of coldness, although the makeup is quite thick, but from the silhouette it is indeed a beauty.

"It seems a little incredible to play such a beauty in the Qinglou?"

Yang Zheng's brows jumped slightly, and he stared at the woman a few more times, only to realize that he didn't look carefully just now, there seemed to be something in those dark eyes, but he couldn't see what it was.

The woman held the huqin and smiled at the three of them, and then slowly sat down on the bamboo chair one foot away from the three of them, her movements were very gentle, and she barely made a sound.

Yang Zheng's brows jumped slightly, and his eyes became sharp.

The woman behind her bent down again at this time, and Yang Zheng's back once again felt the softness that seemed to be nothing.

"Childe, this is our red-sleeved talent girl, she will sing a little song for the three sons today, I wonder what song Childe likes to listen to?

Yang Zheng stared at the woman and glanced at it a few times, and suddenly stretched out his big hand to his back unexpectedly, the woman behind him didn't have time to get up, and Yang Zheng's big hand went quietly, and it slid into a certain ravine very accurately, and kneaded it.

The woman behind her was slightly stunned, and then she exclaimed "Ah", and said with a red face: "Childe, Childe is so bad?"

Yang Zheng laughed, withdrew his big hand, and glanced at the woman opposite.

Although the other party was indifferent, the careful Yang Zheng still found that she was hiding under Qingsi's brows and frowned slightly, and let go very quickly.

The bridge of her nose is straight and delicate, dividing her beautiful face into two sides, making her face very linear, and her facial features have changed slightly, which is very easy to see, but this is Qinglou, there is a woman with a good appearance and a bumpy figure behind her, it is difficult for anyone to pay attention to whether a woman who sings or not has her eyebrows jumping, but Yang Zheng can see it clearly, not only clearly, but also very serious.

"What kind of song does the girl sing? might as well recommend some?" Yang Zheng said lightly.

Fluttershy stood up lightly, blessed Yang Zheng, and said softly, "Do you like Lord Yan's "Butterfly Loves Flowers?"

"Lord Yan, that Lord Yan?" Yang Zheng didn't know much about the ancients, so he couldn't help but ask when he heard it.

Duan Yu on the side laughed and said: "Lord Yan, at that time, he was the seventh son of the prime minister of the previous dynasty, Lord Yan Jidao, and Lord Yan successively served as the supervisor of Xutian Town of Yingchang Mansion, the general judge of the Qianning Army, and the judge of Kaifeng Mansion. Lonely and arrogant, middle-aged family background. Generally speaking, when talking about the Northern Song Dynasty poets, Yan Shu is called Da Yan, Yan Jidao is Xiao Yan, and it is called "Er Yan". The style of words is like that of the father, and the attainments are excessive. Working in romance, its small language is beautiful, and the feelings are deep, especially prestigious. For example, in "Partridge Sky", words such as "dancing low willow building heart moon, singing peach blossom fan bottom wind" are highly appreciated by people. The world respects him very much, so he is commensurate with an adult, Brother Yang is very talented, don't you even know this?"