In the first month of the twelfth year of Yongcheng, heavy snow fell from the sky, the north was shaken, and the victims migrated. Before the month, the four princes were exposed to the rebellion, Emperor Wu was furious, beheaded the four princes in Yong'anmen, and the six emperors and grandsons in the four princes' mansions were all demoted to concubines. If the imperial officials are involved, they will raid their homes and destroy their homes, and they will not be reused.

The aftermath of this abnormal movement was thousands of miles, and it was not until the beginning of spring that it subsided slightly. The disaster situation in the six provinces of Beijun has also been gradually alleviated under the dispatch of Lu Liangfeng, the head of the household department, and the seedlings can be regained by spring ploughing as soon as possible after the disaster victims return. However, those families that were overturned because of their involvement in the conspiracy case are like a stone sinking to the bottom of the water, and it is difficult for them to come out again. Fortunately, Daqi lacks everything, but there is no shortage of available talents, a group of people stepped on it, and a group of upstarts climbed up, and it didn't take long for Beijing to be lively and rejuvenated. Even the Teaching Workshop Division also because of these twists and turns, got a group of official women who had no family to be prostitutes, and sang in a low voice while singing and dancing, and it was indescribable.

"The jade tree and the branches are close to each other. The wine is getting stronger, and the mandarin duck embroidery is turned over the red waves......"

The wind in early spring is still showing the slightest chill, and the sandalwood mouth is lightly open, and the jade and golden boudoir is now singing such obscene songs.

"Sing well, sing well, this girl in the capital is different, looking at the cold shelf, singing glamorous songs but so turbulent!"

The men at the banquet laughed loudly, and the smell of wine was up, and there were singers who were anxious to grab the wine beside them, and openly put their hands up and down, and for a while, the screams and screams and laughter flew together, and the heat was full of excitement.

Li Qiuyue hugged the pipa in her hand tightly and tried her best to hide from the side of the screen. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, Si Le arranged a seat for her in the corner of the room by the screen, she was already petite, and there were other singers in front of her, and she was never harassed and laughed at by the guests at the table.

It's just that this time it's different from usual, several guests at the banquet are military generals, usually guarding the northwest, and this time they made military merits and returned to Beijing to report on their work, but they were unscrupulous and unscrupulous.

One of the conductors named Liu Yong was holding a singer with slender eyebrows and beautiful looks to make her drink.

The woman drank a cup and refused to drink again, Liu Yong was rare at the beginning of her faint noble atmosphere, at the beginning she could still coax each other, at this time seven or eight points of wine on the head of the original form, a handful of the woman on the knee, pulled her hair so that she could not move, left hand over the wine jug on the table, when the woman was in pain and exclaimed, the full pot of wine was poured down without a head. The woman couldn't stop choking, the wine gushed out and quickly wet the placket, she was forced to lean back, the spring shirt was soaked and her body couldn't help shaking, just like the red plum that was blooming proudly in winter was suddenly splashed with a layer of water.

What kind of rude thing is Liu Yong, at first glance, when he saw the pitiful appearance of Qingli Beauty, his eyes straightened all of a sudden, and there seemed to be a burning heart, liver, spleen and stomach in his body, and he didn't care about the crowd at the table, and his rough hands stretched out viciously........

The woman couldn't stop begging for mercy and refused, which provoked him even more, and the sandpaper-like palms were not heavy, and the mouth spraying wine still shouted: "Why are you still twisting like this when you are patient?" I don't want to think about my own lowly identity, and what kind of chaste martyr do you want to pretend to be with Lao Tzu? ”

"Hey, Liu Laosan, you don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade. These prostitutes are all official ladies before they get started, and they are all waiters who can't be Lao Tzu, how can there be a Lao Tzu like you, who was born with mud legs......"