Qingliu went upstairs according to the upstairs, and Qin Huai Fengyue was ashamed.

The powder-faced pipa still covers the face, and the red lips chant the phoenix begging.

Pavilions and pavilions, beautiful women are smiling, shy and welcoming, endless wind and moon, literati, folding fans swaying gently, chanting poems and talking..... Countless winds. Flow!

One night, the fish and dragon dance...... How many officials in the building support beautiful women....

Ten miles of Qinhuai, the rising sun, broken gold, after turning over the prosperity of the night, finally became quiet again, several painting boats docked in the center of the river, with the waves together in the thin smoke between the dream-like illusion, like the ethereal Tianhe, like a splash of ink landscape painting, thick ink rendering but understatement.

What a picture of Qinhuai Fengyue!

.....

However, although the scenery is beautiful, Zhang Yi has no intention of appreciating it.

At this time, the ancient Jiangning City was still shrouded in a faint layer of mist at this time, like a peerless ink painting scroll under the afterglow of the morning sun, and the smoke was magical and serene.

Of course, all this is only the surface, in fact, the city of Jiangning has already begun a new day of prosperity, street vendors gathered, scholars paper fans gently swayed and paced...... The noise comes and goes, showing the infinite life and vitality of this famous city with a history of 1,000 years.

At this time, Zhang Yi had been up for two hours, and he couldn't help but twitch twice when he looked at the fat pig-like stepboy who came to the building last night and vomited on the floor of the flower hall in the hall.

It stinks!

Zhang Yi scolded secretly, didn't he have a little silver on him?

I still want to enter the boudoir of Eleven Niang, and I don't pee like a pig.

Of course, the so-called My Fair Lady and Gentleman are good, and it is normal for Eleven Niang to be beautiful and make people have a good heart, but the most contemptible thing is that this thing can actually make a poem "Look down at the corner of the skirt and look up at the white jade pig!" Such a superb poem, and he proudly stood on the table to show his talent for so-called three-step poetry.

Such a treasure not only made Zhang Yi deeply feel that this step boy was not only fat out of height, but also fat out of performance art, which can be described as the best in the world.

Think about the drunken scene of this thing throwing up on the ground..... It's really called a flying stream lying down.

As soon as he thought of Eleven Niang, a bewitching figure appeared in Zhang Yi's mind.

The tulle covers the body, the willow limbs shake gently, and the inadvertent smile makes people's hearts begin to boil, if you see her seductive eyes in the waves, then it is certain that as long as she is a man, she will not be moved.

Of course, this is just Zhang Yi's opinion, in fact, if a singer is reduced to the level of betraying the statue of Se, this building will definitely not be very good.

However, this is exactly the case, the current Chunfang Lou has long been regarded as a third-rate scribe in Jiangning City as an inferior place, although it was once a smash hit, it is just a passing cloud, in the current prevailing trend of young teeth, the building is full of eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls, and only some of the so-called 'scholars' who have a little money in their pockets will occasionally come to that place, so that they are not out of touch with the word 'merry'.

Therefore, even in Zhang Yi's opinion, the sixteen little ladies in Chunfang Building, plus the eldest lady who was the bustard, were all stunners in the world, and in fact, they could only earn a little insignificant silver money every day.

But in the face of Chunfanglou's huge daily consumption, this meager income seems to be a drop in the bucket, so that under the vicious circle, Zhang Yi's sixteen little ladies have to let go of their previous high-minded appearance, and pick two sons who look decent and throw two flattering eyes or something, in order to make the building more profitable.

This kind of itching feeling that you can't eat in your mouth may have been more effective at the beginning, but after a long time, when everyone felt that it was just an impossible fantasy, no one would be a pig brother anymore.

In fact, this is also the case, at least in the three months that Zhang Yi has traveled into this world, as far as he knows, he has never seen those so-called ministers reward more than one tael of silver, and even if it weren't for the sake of vassal elegance, he felt that those guys who were serious on the surface but were sullen in their hearts didn't even bother to pay for a bowl of tea.

Going up to the second floor, from the first door is the room of all the girls in the building.

Of course, the girl is the name of the guests for the girls in the building, and Zhang Yi can only be called Niang, and it starts from the eldest lady to the seventeenth mother.

Although Zhang Yi felt that his body was also a seventeen-year-old body, he called a lovely person who was not much older than himself to be his mother..... How to think, how embarrassing, but this kind of thought is just to think, because the responsibility given by this son is what makes his blood boil every time he thinks about it.

Slowly went upstairs, towards the first room, Zhang Yi knocked lightly on the door.

"Seventeen Niang, get up!" Seeing that there was no response, Zhang Yi leaned his mouth against the crack in the door and shouted inside.

The sound was not loud, but it was enough for the people inside to hear, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement inside.

Could it be that Seventeen Niang was sick last night?

Zhang Yi couldn't help but be surprised!

As the only man in Chunfang Building, he is responsible for every little lady in the building.

If that little lady dies because of a cold, cold or something, wouldn't it be a tragedy?

Through the crack in the door, Zhang Yi looked inside.

But just after taking a look, Zhang Yi felt that from the dantian, a stream of heat was sharply uncontrollable.

And as the peeking time continued to lengthen, this heat flow seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance, and it suddenly became surging.

I saw that under the pink gauze tent, a jade arm was exposed, the jade arm was as crystal clear as a white lotus root, and a red ribbon was particularly obvious at the shoulder of the jade hand, and a more dazzling fiery red belly pocket appeared in front of me along the red ribbon.

I saw that the plump and charming flame fell together with the leisurely breathing of Seventeen Niang, and the light through the early sun in the rhythm was very charming.

I have long seen that Shi Niang's chest is definitely in stock, but I didn't expect it... I didn't expect it..... It's so majestic......

Zhang Yi couldn't help but immediately get hot, he lived to be twenty-five years old in his previous life. Although he has watched a lot of educational films in the island country as an otaku, he can't help but secretly watch and watch such a blood-spurting scene when he really sees such a blood-spurring scene.

This is the first time to be immersed in the scene, and it is the first time to experience such a thing, Zhang Yi suddenly did not calm down, and his breathing began to be heavy.

However, at this moment, just as Zhang Yi was indulging in that charming demeanor, he only heard a soft voice in the next room.

"Zhang Yi, what time is it? It's dawn, and I don't see you waking us up! ”