I saw that the small hall downstairs was crowded with all kinds of people, and even outside the door was densely packed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing that after Mu Wan won the Oiran, it was really worth a lot, and countless people came from afar to see it, and they couldn't wait to swim with it. And he is really lucky, he actually won the favor of this beauty with the knowledge of later generations, and traveled with Qinhuai with him, which is really an incomparable honor.

Some people recognized him as the master of Qinhuai who traveled with the beauties that day, and pointed at him one after another, and Sister Juan even asked the little girl to arrange a table at the top for him, which made others envious.

Sun Yueling felt that the sense of superiority seemed to have returned to him, and he was very complacent, thinking that money is not everything, and this sentence was indeed not wrong.

At the same table sat a scribe in his forties, dressed in a brown robe, with a square scarf on his head, a slight beard under his chin, and a peculiar appearance.

Seeing him like this, Sun Yueling also untied the long sword at his waist, put it on the table, and poured himself a glass of wine.

The man raised his head slightly, glanced at him, and then lowered his head to drink, as if he were the only one left here, and even if the sky fell, it had nothing to do with him.

The crowd shouted endlessly, and some people said: "Sing a "Lotus Picking", I will give three taels of silver." ”

"What's so nice about this," someone shouted, "play 'Ambush on All Sides', and I'll pay six taels of silver." ”

Then some people kept shouting, all vying to order the song, and finally a wealthy man paid ten taels of silver for a fold of "Dreaming", and smiled and said that if you want to listen to it, you can listen to the song of the resentful woman, what is the general song.

Everyone burst into laughter, laughing and scolding the merchant for being perverted.

A chair had already been placed in front of the stage upstairs, presumably reserved for Mu Wan to sit on.

Everyone was looking forward to the beauty on stage, but they heard a shout outside, a large group of people pushed away the crowd, and squeezed in, Sun Yueling saw it, and his anger rose again, these people were the group of the Jinling Society, and the leader was still the young son Zhong Yansong.

It's true that where we don't meet in life, wherever he goes, these people will chase after him.

I saw Zhong Yansong shouting "Slow", walked to the front, took out a large yellow and clear gold, pressed it on the table with a snap, and said, "I'll order a song "Seventeen Touches". ”

Everyone was silent, this is clearly finding fault, "Seventeen Touches" is extremely obscene and rude, it is generally sung by low-class prostitutes to receive customers, how can there be a reason for the Oiran to sing this kind of song.

"What, isn't this song good?" Zhong Yansong saw that the crowd was silent, and shouted again, and the subordinates around him all glared angrily at the people in the hall.

Some people who were psychologically dark and feared that the world would not be chaotic actually shouted, "Yes, sing "Seventeen Touches". ”

"What a song, let's sing it quickly."

"I touched my brother's thigh; Second, I touched my brother...... "Someone patted Zhong Yansong's ass and sang in public."

The crowd laughed again, and more and more people cried out, and coaxed, wanting to hear what it would be like for a beautiful woman to sing such a tune.

I saw Sister Juan slowly walk to the corridor, looked down, and said coldly: "Young Master Zhong, don't do too much." ”

Zhong Yansong raised his eyebrows and said, "What?" Can't I pay for a show? ”

Sister Juan endured her anger and said: "It's okay to order a play, but you can't sing that kind of song, if you want it, you can change it." ”

"I'll order this today." Zhong Yansong said with a smile, "Hurry up and sing, don't make the guests feel cold." As soon as the words fell, someone shouted again.

Sun Yueling was about to speak, when the scribe next to him, who was drinking by himself, suddenly raised his head and said to Zhong Yansong: "Before I finish drinking this pot of wine, if you don't get out yet, you will die an ugly death." ”

Zhong Yansong was taken aback, and someone dared to talk to him like this, and said, "Who are you?" ”

The man said: "You are not qualified to ask my name, go back and tell your father that Zhong is not leaving, just say that I am in charge of this matter, and I will not fight the idea of drunken fairy fang in the future." ”

Sun Yueling immediately added: "Hurry up, we will slap you to death with one palm here!" ”

Zhong Yansong was stunned for a moment, stared at him, and said, "It's you again, and you dare to come out?" ”

The two subordinates beside him snatched it over, pointed at them and said, "Just because you dare to take care of the affairs of the Jinling Society, you will live ......."

Before the words fell, there was a flash of cold light, and the scribe suddenly drew his sword and picked it up at the two men, hissing a few times, and the belt of the trousers on their waists was broken in two, and the pants were loosened. The two of them retreated in shock, hurriedly lifted their pants, and looked at the middle-aged scribe with a surprised expression.

"Are you Aotianxing?" Zhong Yansong said in a low voice.

The man took another sip of wine, didn't look at him, and said, "Don't get out yet." ”

Zhong Yansong's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly took his subordinates and walked away from the gate.

Everyone was shocked, and they didn't see clearly how this person broke the trouser belts under the two Zhong Yansong's hands, could this person be a master figure in the legendary rivers and lakes?

Sun Yueling was also taken aback when he saw this, this scribe used his long sword to break the belts of the two slaves with a snap of his fingers, and he had not injured them, this kind of swordsmanship was really exquisite, and it had to be practiced for more than ten years.

While everyone was speculating and thinking, they saw the man called Ao Tianxing stand up, carry the wine jug, and walk out, and the crowd hurriedly made a way for him to come out.

Only Sister Juan stood on the top of the corridor, looking at his back as he left, her eyes were affectionate.

Out of the Drunken Immortal Fang, Sun Yueling carried the twenty taels of silver in his arms, thinking that he couldn't lose it again this time, otherwise he would be sorry for the beauty to take care of. Tianxiangyuan is not going to go, I'm afraid I can't afford to live in this bit of silver, so I still want to find an inn or something.

Walking around, I don't know how long I walked, I didn't see an inn, there were some Qinglou restaurants, and I couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Turning into a street, the number of pedestrians gradually decreased, and at this time, the sky gradually darkened, and there was a slight rain.

The raindrops fell sparsely, bit by bit, hitting the bricks, leaves, and stone slabs, and fell to the ground to gather in a line, flowing under the eaves of the houses on both sides. The evening breeze carries the rain to the face, making people feel fresh. Walking in such rain, there is no need to use an umbrella, Sun Yueling let the raindrops fall on his forehead, and then slid down his face.

The rain is still dripping, the inn is still hopeless, the people on the street are afraid of the heavy rain, and they have accelerated their walking, but Sun Yueling walked slowly, not worried; Looking up at the sky, the rain line is confused, and the houses on both sides seem to be integrated into this sudden rain curtain.

As he passed by an alley, he paused a little and stroked his hand on his face, wiping the rain off his face.

Just when his vision was clear, he suddenly felt someone pull him on the back, and a tugging pulled him down the alley.