Although all the ten miles of Linhe Street in Kaide Mansion were damaged, after a period of rectification and recovery, the merchants still quickly reopened for business. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoBecause the Great Song Dynasty is the only city that never sleeps in ancient times without a "curfew", after the moontop treetops, each merchant not only does not close, but instead advertises candle light boxes.

Walking in this bustling street and alley, covered with mud, the three people like the "Terracotta Warriors", Fang Zhongyong, Chai Lin, and Zhang Xi, rolled their eyes and saw the words "Night Fragrance and Smile" on a light box advertisement, and then they swaggered in.

Fang Zhongyong looked at this bamboo-woven red gardenia lamp at this time, which really matched completely, what historians in the previous life said:

The red gardenia lamp is a sign hanging at the head of the hotel in the Song Dynasty; And if this red gardenia lamp, whether sunny or rainy, is covered with a lampshade made of bamboo leaves, it means that this hotel also provides a ******red light district" ancient and modern dark combination, the same.

A group of happy drinkers in "Night Fragrance and Laughter" were looking at the horns on the stage singing songs, singing and applauding, and suddenly saw the three "terracotta warriors" like mud gourds, and they were shocked one by one.

The old mother in charge, who was wearing a peony and phoenix pattern brocade bandeau and a purple gauze gown, played a fan to protect her mouth and nose, and commanded a few men next to her with a disgusted face: "Quick, quickly give those few, give them out-"

A few disciples were about to make a move, but Chai Lin shouted and took out two golden leaves. The texture of the gold leaf is shiny, and the discerning person can see at a glance that the cliff is properly worth pure gold.

In the Great Song Dynasty, copper plates were the universal currency, and gold and silver had to be used at will by people with official positions or statuses. Come to this red light hotel, listen to a song, play a fresh, as soon as you make a move, you will enter the door to reward the master of the gold leaf, and it is also a big fat sheep.

So, the old mother was happy at first sight, and her expression changed, as if the group lights on "If You Are Honest, Do Not Disturb" in her previous life flickered, she was condescending. Regardless of the mud on the bodies of several people, he beckoned forward, took the gold leaf in Chai Lin's hand with both hands, and said with a smile:

"A few big officials, it's really a strange bone, I came to the shop today, do you want to listen to a song? Or, something else? ”

She accentuated her voice and said the word "other", and her eyes and eyebrows were sharp, full of an indescribable flattering look.

Zhang Xi's face had already turned red, his skin at this time became black and red, and with the protruding belly, he looked like a fat, muddy, saliva-slugging, big sweet potato.

"Do you have any eyesight? Look at what we're going to do? Hurry up and get a room for each person, prepare a bath soup, and let us bathe," Chai Lin looked like an old driver, took out another gold leaf, and ordered: "Find a few more sisters to come and wait." ”

"Oh, big officials, it's not a pity that there is only one room left in this room. Why don't you have three bath buckets, bath soup, and bath salts for the three of you, and then call seven or eight sisters to serve you? The old mother stared at the golden leaf while leaving and right.

Chai Lin suddenly stopped, retracted his hand slightly, squinted slightly, looked at the proprietress and said, "One?" So, what are the qualities of these sisters you called? Huh-"

"Oh, that's the best. If the big officials don't dislike the younger ones, there are still fake chicks in the store, only twelve or thirteen years old, but they haven't opened their faces yet, if you like it, let's arrange it for you. The old mother's eyes were still warm and sincere, unswerving, staring at Chai Lin's hand.

As soon as Chai Lin let go, the golden leaf snapped and fell steadily in the palms of the old mother's outstretched hands.

The old mother instructed the country and arranged the command of the words, and at the same time sent a young girl to bring the three of them into a guest room.

The girls of Yingying Yanyan came, but the hot water and bath bucket hadn't come for a long time, Fang Zhongyong was bored, pulled a chair, and began to flicker. He wiped the stinky mud on his body all over the girls around him, and said:

Natural beauty volcanic mud, beauty and skin care.

The girls, who were fooled by Fang Zhongyong one by one, were smeared with stinky mud one by one with a look of intoxication, and they also enjoyed themselves:

"Really, I really feel that my skin has changed for the better in an instant."

"It's completely natural and non-irritating, this big official, where did you get such good things?"

"Although this mud smells weird and makes people panic, but the effect is good, you see, it's really natural and tender......"

"yes, yes, really......"

In the midst of the red sleeves, the mud is smeared.

Only Zhang Xi, the honest "sweet potato" pimple, looked at everyone speechlessly, and his eyes widened.

After a while, the steaming, salt-added bath soup was carried in one by one in the three large bath buckets, and many girls from warblers and swallows rushed up, undressing and undressing, and removing trousers

-- Especially Chai Lin's pockets of clothes, the whole thing was almost turned upside down.

The three of them met frankly for the first time, Fang Zhongyong looked at Chai Lin on the left, Zhang Xi on the right, and then at himself, he was very proud, and he felt good.

And Chai Lin saw Zhang Xi, whose face was bronzed, his body was white, and the fat on his belly was jumping and jumping, and he couldn't stop calling this smooth nickname "fat man", hahaha laughed.

Zhang Xi happily accepted the nickname of "Fat Man", and said innocently: "At home, my brothers also call me that." ”……

This bath is extraordinarily comfortable, it can be said that the guests and hosts are happy, and the beauties are vying to serve. In the sea of clouds, mountains and fog, if you ride a horse and gallop wildly, the magnificent momentum is indescribable.

……

In the imperial city, Comrade Lu Yijian, the prime minister, was also soaking in a bucket of hot water, looking at the two students of the Teaching Workshop Division, performing in front of them, Yue Wenzhai's burlesque book produced by Fang Zhongyong.

Well, this is an era when the whole people pay attention to the enjoyment of life, love to take a bath, love to eat delicious food, and love intrigue.

On the low table not far from the barrel, a pile of music slanted diagonally.

Those young descendants of the Imperial Historical Observatory and the Zhiyuan really don't know whether they are alive or dead, and they are desperately impeaching him Lu Yijian. But he, Lu Yijian, is he a person who is so easy to be bombarded?

Yan Wenying is just a move by him Lu Yijian to abandon the car and protect the handsome.

And now, the more these Taiwanese officials want to impeach him Lu Yijian in the name of the new policy, the more public opinions will be, the more suspicious Emperor Renzong will be, behind these people, under the control of unity, has become a friend, and will not easily listen to it.

Thinking of this, listening to the babbling words and the book is funny, I don't feel too noisy.

Lu Yijian gently leaned his head back, and behind the barrel, there was already a beautiful girl, gently massaging his temples for him.

His lips rose slightly, and he glanced at those again, which he had carefully screened, and it was especially reflective that he was personally attacking Lu Yijian, especially like a broken man who had already formed a party.

It is to let Emperor Renzong see this effect. Seeing how unstoppable and uncontrollable this force against Lu Yijian is.

Lu Yijian has been with the emperor for much longer than these people, and his understanding of Emperor Renzong is not at all comparable to these young people.

Yan Niang behind her, while massaging and massaging him, said delicately: "Official, this burlesque book is so noisy, the concubine likes to listen to music." ”

Lu Yijian turned his head contemptuously, took a long look at this person, his eighteenth spring, the eighth concubine of Xinna, and then touched the slippery hand of the concubine, and said with a smile:

"A woman has long hair and short vision. You think I like these things? You don't like it, that's okay. But the official family likes it, and the official family personally introduced him to me his personal hobbies, I can't make it, and I want to be the same as the official family? ”

As he spoke, he returned to Fang Cai's posture, pointed his finger at his head, and asked the little concubine to continue to rub it.