rì, is this Mingyu really a virgin? How can you be more skilled than Lao Tzu? Is it self-taught? Zhao Li looked at Duan Mingyu's skillful "skills", and his self-confidence was once again greatly hit.

Duan Mingyu didn't know that his every move had already fallen into Zhao Li's eyes, but he felt that the little girl beside him had a very good chest drum and drum, so it was inevitable that he would be a little heavier, and the woman snorted lightly like a cat, and her eyes were full of chūn meaning.

"Xiaohong, when will the Qingqi people come out tonight to entertain guests?" Zhao Li asked the woman who was serving him next to him with an obscene face.

Xiaohong glanced at Zhao Li charmingly, squirmed in Zhao Li's arms, and snorted angrily: "Well, Lord Zhao, you are with me, why do you still care about those Qingqi people who don't sell their lives." Well, people don't care, they're going to follow you tonight. ”

Zhao Li instantly laughed and said, "Little hoof, don't panic, you feel good today." Besides, I just want to hear these Qingqi people come out and sing, what are you doing with all this flying vinegar? ”

Duan Mingyu saw that the young master was different, so he said, "What's the matter, Brother Zhao?" ”

Zhao Li was obviously very reluctant to weaken his name in front of a few dusty women, so he said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just think that we, elegant readers, should listen to some songs with temperament and self-cultivation, Brother Mingyuxian, you're right." ”

"Well, yes, I also think that this is reasonable!" Duan Mingyu stopped the movement in his hand, shaking his head and pretending to be deep.

The sister next to her quietly put her little hand into Duan Mingyu's chest and couldn't stop stroking, lying on Duan Mingyu's ear and not moving the ground.

After being teased a few times by this chick, Duan Mingyu's fire gradually ignited, he was no longer a boy chicken, a junior brother, and he had played with his previous girlfriends all kinds of tricks.

But in this world, he hadn't visited these places of wind and snow, so he naturally didn't want to waste his precious jīng hua on a few kiln sisters, so he restrained himself and pinched the big ** of that sister and said: "Yes, brother, it's the first time I've come to this kind of place, and my sister needs a lot of advice." ”

The little girl was pulled by his big hand, and knowing how powerful he was, she smiled and said, "Brother, don't pretend, if you come to this place for the first time, then my sister and I will still be a big girl with yellow flowers, giggles." ”

Duan Mingyu laughed and rubbed her ass a few times, and the sister let out a chūn scream and writhed.

It was already the beginning of the lanterns, and people came and went in Cuiyun Pavilion, and all kinds of laughter were endless, and it was very lively.

Those Qingqi people have not yet appeared, but the major seats in the Cuiyun Pavilion have already shouted loudly, and the cups are coming and going, rendering the atmosphere of the Cuiyun Pavilion even more enthusiastic.

After a short time, I heard a clear sound of "knock--", crisp and pleasant, like a fairy sound blowing through my ears, and the noisy noise in the building stopped.

"It's the Qingqi people, the Qingqi people have come out!" Not only were the young masters excited, but even the attendants around them burst into a warm cheer.

Zhao Li, who was eating tofu violently, sat there as if he had been immobilized, and muttered, "Is it Miss Jiang, is she coming out?" ”

"Ancestor, you are a plank, Lao Zhao, this is your mistake, who is this Miss Jiang? Isn't it your golden house and the little one who maintains it? Duan Mingyu was like being beaten with chicken blood, his eyes lit up in an instant, and a gossip map faintly turned.

"Brother Xian, what are you talking about, this Miss Jiang is the Oiran of Cuiyun Pavilion, and she is also a Qing Qi person who sells her art but not her body, where does it have anything to do with this official! It's just that my brother thinks Miss Jiang's tune sings well, that's all, don't think about it! Zhao Li suddenly put on a straight face and said in a positive manner.

Well, looking at your serious appearance, you know that you are a die-hard fan of Miss Jiang.

"Dare to ask Brother Xian, what does this little three mean?" Zhao Li suddenly turned around and asked.

"This, that means what, well, that's it, you know?"

"Got it!"

……

Duan Mingyu began to admire his resourcefulness a little, and he improvised, swallowed his mouth and said: "Brother Zhao, what is the name of this Miss Jiang, when she becomes the top brand of the Oiran, she must be able to sing and dance, and she looks quite cultured!"

Zhao Li smiled and said: "Miss Jiang's maiden name is Jiang Yun'er, what's the matter, the virtuous brother is also interested in Miss Jiang?"

Jiang Yun'er, who could barely hear it, Duan Mingyu moved his lips, and was about to say again, but saw a door in the middle of the second floor quietly open, and a bead curtain hung down quietly, looking faintly, there was a wonderful figure sitting behind the bead curtain, no one was seen, no sound was heard, just such a glance had already made the men downstairs crazy.

Needless to say, this wonderful person is naturally Jiang Yun'er, the flower of Cuiyun Pavilion.

Duan Mingyu looked at Jiang Yun'er's shadow, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but sneer. For example, if he is an Oiran, he doesn't want people to easily see his appearance, play mysterious, play ambiguous, so as to attract more eyeballs, and the hype method of Duan Mingyu's business is the same, he has long been surprised.

That Qin Xian'er didn't speak, just flicked her fingers, and heard a sound of heaven coming slowly from far and near. At first, the sound was still soft, as if a clear spring was bubbling down on the mountain, and gradually it became compact again, like the drizzle of the first chūn. Listening carefully, the sound of the piano seems to have a strange magic, the rhyme seems to hover overhead, and it seems to whisper in the ear, which makes people intoxicated.

Between Duan Mingyu, a row of Qing people walked slowly, and walked onto the zhōngyāng stage, revealing a smooth and flat belly, with a slight twist of the waist and limbs, unbearable and uneven, this face, this body, tsk, is really several grades higher than a woman in the skin and meat business.

Duan Mingyu's lower abdomen suddenly gave birth to an evil fire, and his lower body naturally reacted, you guy, how can you be so uncompetitive, Duan Mingyu scolded secretly in his heart.

It is said that it is no wonder that it is extremely painful to be able to see and eat, and Duan Mingyu has now felt it personally.

But I saw that the row of Qingqi people danced to the sound of Jiang Yun'er's piano, looming in the tulle, and it was extremely tempting.

The boss of this Cuiyun Pavilion has a future and wisdom, and he is about to catch up with the champion, and Duan Mingyu even has the urge to enter the kiln industry.

After the curtain, Jiang Yun'er sang a little song to the sound of the piano......

"When Yu Xiao strokes the qin and drinks, there is infinite chūn light, just like yesterday.

"Take a boat trip to the lake with your husband and dream of returning to Jiangnan.

Make a wish for the stars, ask for the beauty of the heavens, and when the gold list is nominated, the cave room will be filled with candles.

dúlì Xiangjiang River, lonely shadow leaning on the willow.

Homesick and desolate, occasionally missing nominations, reminiscing about the prosperity of the imperial capital.

Endure listening to the good news as a companion, and it is difficult to see each other.

Looking at the blue shadow by the lake, she asked her: Is there a fate? ”

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