Yimeng asked people to accept the two jars of wine, and then accompanied Lu Ting to drink flower wine together.

Come to Wanhualou, will certainly not let the guests be lonely, the girl inside will not only look at the face, but also very good at things, not a while, the box will come out of the singing and dancing, the sound of cups and cups and the laughter of women, and occasionally the laughter of men.

This meal of flower wine was drunk for more than an hour, and then each pulled the woman they chose to sit on the table.

Let Lu Ting be speechless Lao Sancheng is bright, there are so many beauties not to choose, but he picked a beautiful jade tuan'er with a plus plus size, in his words, he likes flesh and meat, it feels comfortable to the touch, when he left, he saw Lu Ting leaving with Yimeng, he also wanted to learn from it, if it was done easily on weekdays, but this time he drank too much happily, and he couldn't walk steadily, where could he afford it, he tried several times without success, and in the end it was the jade tuan'er who carried him back to the room.

Although radish and cabbage have their own favorites, this taste is also a little too unique.

Lu Ting, Changsun Chong and the others laughed so much that their stomachs hurt.

After drinking so much wine, there was a lot of alcohol on his clothes and body when he clinked glasses, and he was sweating, Lu Ting at the suggestion of Yi Meng, the two of them soaked in a large bathtub together to play in the water, and after a while, Lu Ting began to feel restless, and couldn't help but straighten out the sultry little goblin.

When drinking flower wine, Yimeng's little girl began to tease herself intentionally or unintentionally, rubbing, and intentionally or unintentionally touching sensitive places, there were many people just now, and it was the first time to invite the brothers to drink flower wine, it was not good to leave early, and it was not good to look too anxious in front of the brothers, so she had endured it, and now she closed the door, and she could no longer be indulged.

Goblin, do you really think you don't have a vajra stick?

Soon, the special couch in the incense room made a familiar creaking sound again, and from time to time there were the coquettish sounds of women and the wheezing of men, which lasted until late at night.

When I got up the next day, Yimeng, who had been taking the initiative to tease and actively cooperate last night, was very obediently half-kneeling on the couch to serve Lu Ting dressing, looking at Lu Ting as if he was nothing, and said with some surprise: "Childe is really amazing, the slaves are so tired that their bones seem to be falling apart, and Childe is still like no one, it seems that next time I will have to invite one more sister to serve Childe together." ”

On the night of the Shangyuan Festival, Yimeng was a little tired, but it was deliberately exaggerated tiredness, so as to satisfy a man's vanity, just like having sex, the more he begged for mercy, the more energetic he became, but this time it was different, it was really tired, and one thing that could be confirmed was that Lu Ting was even more powerful than the last time.

Lu Ting smiled and said disapprerovingly: "It's amazing, doesn't Miss Yimeng like it?" ”

There is no need to say this, Lu Ting himself has felt it, he seems to have improved in terms of physical strength, I don't know if he has been recuperating well recently, or if he has learned martial arts with Ren Zhenhai, so that his body has improved.

Either way, it's a good sign.

Of course, how comfortable you are, most of the time you lie down and enjoy, saving a lot of physical strength,

"I like it, the slave family is dying of joy in their hearts." When Yimeng spoke, she threw a wink at Lu Ting, and touched Lu Ting's lower body like a mischief.

Lu Ting's heart fluttered, and he almost wanted to be impulsive again, but he thought that he was going to expand the wine shop today, and he didn't know if the eldest grandson was waiting for them, so he pinched it in retaliation, and bit the rouge on the corner of her mouth, so he spared her.

"Lu Gongzi waits, the slave family will send you out." Yimeng said as she took her clothes and prepared to wear them.

"No need to send it, you're tired too, let's rest."

Seeing that Lu Ting was not joking, Yi Meng responded, hugged Lu Ting's neck and kissed it several times, and then got back into the bed again.

Lu Ting cleaned up and quickly walked out of Yimeng's Xiang Pavilion, at this time, the old bustard Chen's mother said with a smile on her face: "Lu Gongzi, did you sleep well last night?" ”

"Not bad" Lu Ting was too lazy to discuss his feelings about drinking flower wine with an old bustard, and asked casually: "My brothers?" Are they awake? ”

Mother Chen hurriedly said: "Several sons drank a lot during the banquet, and after returning to the room, they drank another round, and now they are still asleep, Lu Gongzi, the slave family sent someone to wake them up?" ”

After drinking so much, I drank one more round when I went back to the room?

It's really interesting.

Lu Ting waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let them sleep, Mother Chen, where is the counter, take me to the checkout." ”

"If you go back to Lu Gongzi, it has already been settled, including Lu Gong's four brothers, and the accounts have been settled."

Didn't you say that you were in for a treat, why did someone still rush to tie the knot?

Lu Ting frowned and said, "Who got it?" ”

"Miss Yimeng has always admired Lu Gongzi, and she asked her maid to settle the account in advance." Chen's mother said with a smile.

Lu Ting is the winner of the Queqiao Lantern Snatch, and he also left the lanterns in Wanhuayuan, he is the VIP of Wanhuayuan, he goes to Wanhuayuan to play, the drinks and dishes are free, and the rest of the expenses are free if they can be exempted, and if they can be reduced, the biggest expense is the cost of the eldest grandson Chong's hanging seat, and Chen's mother is in charge, all of them are free.

In order to make Lu Ting's impression of Yimeng better, put all the credit on her head.

"How can you let Miss Yimeng break the bank, no, I'll pay for this money, let the counter return the money to Miss Yimeng." Lu Ting hurriedly said.

After tossing for a night, not to mention playing in vain, even the drinks are also paid by Yimeng, how can this work.

Chen's mother hurriedly said: "If there is no son, Yimeng will not have today's status, just the money for tea is several times more than before, there is no need to work as hard as before, Lu Gongzi, this is a little bit of Yimeng's heart, and please Lu Gongzi do not refuse." ”

When it came to this, Lu Ting hesitated for a moment, and quickly said, "Mother Chen, do you have a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?" ”

Practices such as Wanhuayuan and Yimeng were not uncommon in ancient times, and Qinglou and Qinglou women would gather some celebrities and scholars, or ask them to write some attractive poems for themselves to use when playing, or through them to increase their fame, so as to increase their value.

The most famous is Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty, Huai Cai did not meet, for a period of time he was depressed in the Qinglou to beg for a living, no matter where he went, those Qinglou women competed to entertain, and secretly stuffed money into his clothes to help him tide over the difficulties.

Mother Chen's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, Lu Gongzi wait a minute, the slave family will go and get it immediately." ”

After Lu Ting became famous overnight, some people said that he was the first talent of the young generation of the Tang Dynasty, and many readers came to watch the ink treasure left that day, and they didn't know how much business they brought to Wanhuayuan.

With Lu Ting's fame now, it is just scribbling casually, and it is also Mobao.

"Early in the morning, how did you set up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?"

"Isn't that the son of Lu Ting, a great poem?"

"Quick, go see."

"Lu Gongzi is going to write poetry again, sisters, come and see."

After a while, Lu Ting was surrounded by people on the inner and outer three floors, all of whom were watching the excitement.

was originally famous, and when Chen's mother went to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, she also intended to publicize it, and secretly built momentum for Wanhuayuan and Yimeng, and there were more people all of a sudden.

From time to time, there are women in Qinglou who laugh softly, some say that Lu Gongzi is really a jade tree in the wind, and some say that Sister Yimeng is not strong, Lu Gongzi is still so energetic early in the morning, if it is himself, he has to let Lu Gongzi go against the wall, and then laugh at each other and so on.

Lu Ting could only pretend not to hear this, picked up the pen, muttered, and quickly wrote.

Everyone only felt that Lu Ting's pen was like flowing water, and he finished writing it quickly, and said "Mother Chen, transfer it to Miss Yimeng" and left.

As soon as Lu Ting left, the onlookers suddenly surrounded him, and when everyone looked at what Lu Ting wrote, they guessed correctly, they really wrote poems for Miss Yimeng.

The title of the poem is "Gift to the Dream Girl".

Something good reads aloud:

"More than thirteen years old, cardamom branches in early February.

The spring breeze is ten miles of Pingkang Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain. ”

"A good spring breeze ten miles of Pingkang Road, it is better to roll up the bead curtain, just with this poem, it is not an exaggeration for Yimeng girl to be called the first beauty in Pingkangfang."

"It's February now, and the cardamom on the branches is tender and green, and it's wonderful to compare the beans on the branches in February."

"This poem seems to be plain, but in fact it is simplified, and the most prosaic verses write the most moving artistic conception, which is simply decadent to magical."

"He really deserves to be the first genius of Datang, and he is extraordinary as soon as he makes a move."

"Sister Yimeng's luck is too good, if any son can write a poem like this for the little girl, the little girl is willing to wait for the bed."

"Think about it, even if you have, it will be your sister's turn."

Some people were also discouraged, and a middle-aged man who was a little white and fat said suspiciously: "This poem is not right, it seems that Miss Yimeng is more than thirteen years old." ”

As soon as the words fell, a handsome little Langjun retorted: "More than thirteen is the cardamom corresponding to the beginning of February, that is the image of Miss Yimeng in Lu Gongzi's heart, whoever must be as old as he is." ”

"That's it," the companion standing beside him also sarcastically said: "The peacock flies southeast, wandering for five miles." Is it no more, no less, only five miles? There is a sentence in Zhuangzi's getaway [There is a fish in the North Underworld, its name is Kun, the Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; Turned into a bird, its name is Peng, Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is], really take a ruler to measure thousands of miles? ”

"The sage said, there must be my teacher in a three-person line, who stipulates that there must be a three-person line to have my teacher, and four people can't do it? Can't many people, it's a shame that you're still a reader, it's just stubborn. ”

.......

A good poem is a good poem, and as soon as it appeared in the world, it attracted everyone's praise in unison, and the rave reviews were rave nalis, but there was a little dissent, and immediately everyone criticized the pen and completely suppressed the clouds.

No one dares to question it anymore.

Mother Chen's old face was about to smile like a chrysanthemum, and the gouache on her face fell off layer by layer, and after showing it to everyone, she ran to report the good news to Yimeng.

Well, with this poem, Yimeng's position is not only stable, but no one can shake her position in the near future.

It seems that the price of her daughter Yimeng tea has risen again.

Lu Ting didn't know how much influence his poems had, so he met Ren Zhenhai and walked straight out of the city.

It's a pity that the wine given to Yimeng was not opened on the spot, and I didn't see the sensation and popularity it caused.

Think about it, now the production is limited, and there is no inventory, even if it is launched, there is no goods to sell, let's talk about it later.

While Lu Ting was busy with work, Zheng Yuanxuan was dragging his tired body towards home.

Last night, the envoy of Silla invited Zheng Yuanxuan to drink at the place they rented in Chang'an, and originally wanted to go home to sleep, but he didn't expect the other party to be too enthusiastic, and arranged for two beauties to accompany him, which was a pair of twins, like a mold printed, but the personality was not very different, one was as enthusiastic as fire, and the other was as cold as ice, so Zheng Yuanxuan happily stayed in the guest room and added two pillows at night.

I attended the court meeting early in the morning, didn't go home, and thought of my daughter after I dispersed, so I pushed the invitation of my colleagues and prepared to go back to eat with my baby daughter.

"Aya, you're back, you've had a lot of entertainment lately." Zheng Yanzhi said with some concern.

Aya is not young, she is so tired every day, how can she do it.

"Those missions who came to celebrate the New Year walked all over the place, and when they were all gone, Aya would be at ease, and Zhi'er would accompany Zhi'er wherever she wanted to go." Zheng Yuanxuan said with a doting face.

Just wanted to get closer, Zheng Yanzhi suddenly frowned lightly and took two steps back: "Aye, you still smell of wine on your body, let's go take a bath first." ”

"Okay, okay, listen to Zhi'er, Aya will go." Zheng Yuanxuan said with a smile.

After Aya left, Zheng Yanzhi said to herself a little depressed: "Aya is good at everything, but he is too attentive, no wonder his mother is reluctant to follow him to Chang'an." ”

Zheng Yuanxuan not only smelled of wine, but the sharp-eyed Zheng Yanzhi also saw a faint lip print on his sleeve, and he didn't have to ask what he did last night to guess.

I want to say a few words, but this kind of thing, as a daughter, is not easy to say, so I can only pretend not to see it.

As soon as Zheng Yuanxuan walked on the front foot, Zheng Zihan arrived on the back foot, and as soon as he saw Zheng Yanzhi, he immediately walked over, dragged Zheng Yanzhi's hand and said, "Great, Sister Zhi, you are in the house, I'm afraid I won't find you." ”

"Sister Han, looking for me in such a hurry, is there something wrong?" Zheng Yanzhi asked with some curiosity.

It's rare to see Zheng Zihan, a little prodigal hoof, so anxious.

Zheng Zihan pulled Zheng Yanzhi aside, and saw that there was no one left and right, so she said anxiously: "Sister Zhi, you promised to introduce Lu Gongzi to my sister earlier, haven't you forgotten this matter?" ”

This little prodigal hoof, looking for a man early in the morning, is it so anxious.

Zheng Yanzhi was a little disdainful in her heart, but she still said: "I haven't forgotten, I was about to find an opportunity to introduce you to each other, I said Sister Han, you are also a famous lady, as for being so anxious, with your charm, you will definitely take him down as soon as you make a move." ”

I didn't prepare in front, and I didn't dare to act rashly, but now it's different, when Lu Ting came to deliver the wine, he gave him "medicine", and it was useless to let Zheng Zihan, a little prodigal hoof, make a move.

Seeing each other just made her die.

"If you don't do it earlier, I'm afraid that someone else will do it first." There are no outsiders here, Zheng Zihan said without scruples.

"Someone else strikes first? What do you mean by that? ”

Zheng Zihan asked a little strangely, "Sister Zhi, haven't you heard what happened last night?" ”

"Last night? What happened? Zheng Yanzhi asked confusedly.

Zheng Zihan shook his head and said with some pity: "Sister Zhi, your news is too ill-informed, and Lu Gongzi is in the limelight in Pingkangfang." ”

"Pingkangfang?" Zheng Yanzhi's voice suddenly couldn't help but raise an octave.

Lu Ting goes to Pingkangfang?

No, Xiang Wu also came to him, and said that he wanted to watch the wine shop, busy, he didn't sit for long and left, and after seeing himself, he went to Pingkangfang to drink flower wine?

The prodigal son is the prodigal son of the prodigal, they all bought maidservants, and what kind of place did they run?

"Quietly" Zheng Zihan was startled, and hurriedly said: "Shouting so loudly, I'm afraid that others won't hear it." ”

Zheng Yanzhi realized that she didn't control her emotions well, and hurriedly said, "Sister Han, you said that you were in the limelight, what's the matter?" ”

I was inexplicably upset, but I wanted to know what was going on.

Zheng Zihan said excitedly: "Last night, Lu Gongzi went to Wanhuayuan to relive the old dream with Yimeng, which is the Oiran in the lantern point of the Magpie Bridge in the Shangyuan Festival, this morning, about an hour ago, Lu Gongzi wrote a poem, the name of the poem is to give Yimeng girl." ”

"More than thirteen years old, cardamom branches in early February.

The spring breeze is ten miles of Pingkang Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain. ”

"Sister Zhi, listen, how well this poem is written, it is said that as soon as this poem came out, the entire Pingkangfang was alarmed, that little Oiran was lucky, with this poem to stabilize the name of the first Oiran, maybe it can also be famous in history, many people say that this is one of the two best poems written by Pingkangfang in recent years, and one is also from the hand of Lu Gongzi, which is the one written on the Shangyuan Festival."

"Lu Gongzi is not only suave, but also talented, there were people who used to say that his flower appreciation is good, but only one is too thin, it is a bit far-fetched to call him the first talent, this poem for Yimeng girl comes out, I'm afraid no one will have any objections."

"Sister Zhi, such a good person, you have to hold on tightly, if someone robs it, what can I do....."

Zheng Zihan was babbling alone, she didn't notice that Zheng Yanzhi on the side clenched her silver teeth and clenched her little fists......