In the past ten years, Yuan Ping has been quite moisturized, this person's skills are all on one mouth, and in the face of the temptation of various forces, he can always get by. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info gives people a sense of incomprehensibility.

Wen Yong is also a frequent visitor here, and the old bustard of the Qinglou immediately greeted him with a shy face when he saw the generous boy coming.

Fu'an naturally knew what to do, threw a silver ingot and ordered: "Arrange an elegant position for my son-in-law." ”

Holding the heavy silver, the old bustard's face was almost full of smiles, "Son, please, this son has already been reserved for you." ”

Today's people are unexpectedly many, through the pile of fat powder of Yingying Yanyan, Wen Yong and his party came to the second floor, and even here there are many more sons and brothers in gorgeous clothes, and after walking through the crowd for a while, they saw Yuan Ping, who was sitting with a beautiful woman in his arms, drinking and laughing.

Wen Yong smiled: "The master is still elegant. ”

Yuan Ping clasped his hands together and said: "The poor monk is refining his heart here, and he feels that the Dharma is a little deeper. ”

Wen Yong took Wen Xin to sit down and said, "That's really congratulations to the master." ”

Yuan Ping smiled mysteriously and said: "The donor came at the right time today, today is the day when the Spring Moon Lou Oiran comes out of the pavilion." ”

The corners of Wen Yong's mouth hooked, "The master is really good Yaxing." ”

Yuan Ping said with a smile: "Such a stunning pink skeleton just sharpens the Buddha's heart, and if the donor can achieve it, it will also be a merit." ”

Fu'an scolded: "Bold! You demon monk dare to make an inch! ”

No wonder so many people today are all coming to Oiran for their feelings, Wen Yong's eyebrows sank, and he didn't say anything about drinking.

Seeing this situation, Yuan Ping immediately knew that he had touched Wen Yong's bottom line, and hurriedly smiled: "It's the poor monk who has trespassed, and the donor is not to blame." ”

Yuan Ping's role of meat shield that attracted firepower was not bad, and Wen Yong was reluctant to change people at this time, so he changed the topic and said: "Has the master heard anything interesting these days?" ”

Most of the rich businessmen who come to the land of Qinglou to have fun are rich businessmen who come from south to north, and when they have fun, they can't help but talk freely, and some secret information spreads in this place of fireworks, and Yuan Ping takes this place as his home, so he can naturally receive a lot of useful information.

Yuan Ping said: "The donor doesn't know, this year's winter is probably relatively early, most of the rivers in the north have been frozen, and the northward direction of business travel has become a smooth road, if there is money and goods to the north, you can make a lot of money." ”

"A big deal?"

Wen Yong was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that there is already a mutual market opened by Taizu in the north, even if you can avoid the taxes of the mutual market by crossing the ice and crossing the river to do business in the north, but you can't make a few more money.

Yuan Ping said in a smug voice: "The benefit of this world is better than salt and iron." ”

Salt iron!

A cloud of anger suddenly rose in Wen Yong's heart, just forget about the salt, iron is the weapon of the country, and a ban was issued at the beginning of the country to strictly prohibit the flow out, as long as it is beneficial, there is nothing that you dare not do!

Wen Yong asked in a deep voice: "This salt and iron business is going to lose its head!" ”

Yuan Ping shook his head and said: "If you don't listen to the Buddha's voice, everyone in the world is greedy." ”

Wen Yong sighed and said: "If there is no way to trade salt and iron, I am afraid it will not be easy to do it alone." ”

Wen Yong secretly observed Yuan Ping's face, and saw that he didn't mean to take over the conversation, so he guessed that he only knew about this matter.

I wanted to dig deeper, but Wen Yong thought about it, the person who dared to do this must be a powerful person, and he has no real power in his hands, even if he knows it, he can't do anything, so he has to temporarily suppress this matter in his heart and no longer investigate it.

Yuan Ping drank a glass of wine under the woman's service and said: "If the donor is interested, the poor monk can pay more attention and contact the donor on behalf of the donor." ”

Wen Yong also lost his mind, and smiled with relief: "It's so good." ”

A female prostitute coquettishly said: "Look at you, when it comes to endless business, it must be because the slave family is not attractive enough to be snubbed by you." ”

Yuan Ping picked up the wine glass with one hand, and the other put it into the woman's shirt and laughed: "It's the fault of the poor monk, so I'll give the female benefactor a glass!" ”

The prostitute has been in the Spring Moon Tower for so long, and she can see at a glance that Wen Yong is the real big benefactor. How can you do this business for a long time, the prostitute's mind has always been on Wen Yong, as long as he takes a fancy to it, even if she is accepted as a concubine, it is much better than staying old in this Spring Moon Tower.

It's a pity that her flattering eyes can only be thrown to the blind, in her previous life, science and technology were developed, what kind of computer synthesis beauty Wen Yong had never seen, even if she came here, she was pure and tempting, Li Xiao'e was elegant and beautiful, and she had already dumped these vulgar fans for several streets, and Wen Yong, who was used to eating high-end meals, has always been insensitive to these unhygienic fast food snacks, and it is one thing to mess around, if you have an unclean disease, the joke will be big.

Seeing that Wen Yong was not moved at all, the prostitute said sourly: "You men, don't always like to fight for what is in front of you, just let Sister Wanyan cure you in a while." ”

Yuan Ping said with a look of lust and godhood: "The appearance of the graceful female benefactor must have been enlightened by Guanyin Master to be so beautiful and refined. The donor will be able to feast his eyes on it for a while. ”

Seeing Yuanping's statue of Brother Pig, Wen Yong was also a little interested in the Oiran of the Spring Moon Tower, so he was not in a hurry to return to the palace, and waited quietly with a little wine.

The sky is getting dark, but the Chunyue Building is filled with incense and candles, and it is a brightly lit scene.

The old bustard stood on the high platform built indoors, and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, today is a good day for my daughter to come out of the pavilion, thank you very much for coming to the ......."

"Bang!"

Before the old bustard could finish speaking, a piece of silver slammed into her forehead, and the blood flowed like an outpouring of blood.

A son-in-law knocked on the melon seeds and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, this son-in-law is here to see Miss Wanyan, you old guy hurry up and go down, save your eyes from dirty!" ”

Brother Childe's words caused a lot of coaxing from the next rich son, all clamoring for Oiran to come out.

Wen Yong glanced sideways at the white-faced boy brother and asked Yuan Ping, "Who is that?" ”

Yuan Ping raised his eyelids and said: "That's the son of Chang'an Lingfujin, who is rich and wealthy, and he is a regular customer here." ”

The old bustard pressed the bloody wound on his head, did not dare to complain in the slightest, picked up the silver on the ground, and greeted people with a smile: "Let Wanyan come out." ”

The bead curtain behind the high platform opened, and a woman with a light veil walked slowly from the backstage to the front of the stage.

The gorgeous long skirt embedded in pearls and jade, the black hair is like a waterfall, the skin is better than the snow, the willow eyebrows, the red phoenix eyes, and there is a soul-seducing coldness between Gu Pan, which is different from Li Xiao'e's beauty and elegance, and the pure temptation of the mercy Ji, this woman carries a kind of cold and luxurious.

Wen Yong was a little puzzled, a woman with such an aura should not be cultivated in this land of fireworks in Qinglou.

Seeing that Wen Yong was interested, Yuan Ping explained in a timely manner: "Originally, even if a woman is an Oiran, it is not enough to make so many famous disciples flock to her, mainly because this woman's identity is not ordinary. ”

Wen Yong asked, "Why is it not an ordinary law?" ”

Yuan Ping explained: "I heard that this Oiran is the daughter of a criminal official, and she is also a golden branch and jade leaf from a famous family, and it seems that her surname is Dugu. ”

"Bell!"

Wen Yong's face changed, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.