Xiao Junzheng saw that she couldn't do what she said, and he didn't enter the house, just looked at her at the door.

"But I didn't come on horseback? How do you "horse" walk? The woman rubbed her hair in confusion.

"Manger."

With permission, she picked a good horse and walked down the street.

There is a curfew in Chang'an City, and the drums sound at three o'clock in the first watch, and travel is prohibited; The morning bell rang at three o'clock on the fifth watch, and the line was opened. There is also a sentence that slips smoothly: one more people are fixed, two more gongs sound, three more ghosts, four more thieves, and five more roosters.

Since seven years ago, everything has been scattered. A street rut, then two cities. Day and night, the lights are endless. The teahouse tavern is better than the day. The girl is even more glamorous.

She got drunk, and galloped through the streets, rejoicing.

When Jin Wuzhi stopped her galloping wild horse, the woman drank and her courage rose with the wine.

"I'm a guest of the Regent's Palace."

"Release." The chieftain, fearing that the guests of the Regent's palace would be injured, told her, "The girl should ride slowly at night." ”

"Hmm."

A flush crept up her face, and her drunken body swayed from side to side as the horse galloped. Sure enough, when the people on the street heard the three words regent, they were all afraid and respectful.

The most prosperous building in Chang'an City at night is called Hehuan Building, which has three floors. The first floor listens to books and picks up guests, the second floor is for guests to turn upside down, and the third floor is stunning. Among these people are down-and-out young ladies of the family, sons and nobles. If you can meet that girl or the first night of the child's sale, it is the greatest luck.

"Is the girl here to make trouble?" The woman who is called "mother" by the woman of the Qinglou has a blue Luo skirt, a red half-bandeau top, and a blue and red shawl. With bright makeup, he shook a small folding fan painted with the Spring Palace, and asked the woman in Tsing Yi who rode into the Hehuan Building on horseback with his big blood-red lips.

"Pastime." The woman in Tsing Yi turned over and dismounted, threw the horse to the little guy who ushered in her, swayed left and right to borrow a pillar to stand firm, and threw the purse in her hand, "Find the most handsome son for this girl." ”

The old bustard flatteringly greeted her, pushed away the pillars beside her, and took her to the corridor hall on the third floor, where the scenery was good, looking at the entire Hehuan Building, "The girl caught up with the coincidence tonight, and the Fuyun Gongzi was going to sell the first night, and there was half a pillar of incense to start." The girl will sit here and listen to the song for a while, and we promise not to disappoint you. ”

Fuyun Gongzi, formerly known as Ouyang Menqing, is the second son of the Ouyang family. Later, when Xiao Junwu pointed out that the deer was a horse, his father was too upright and was exterminated. It was estimated that he was only twelve or thirteen years old at the time, and in order to humiliate the Ouyang family, Xiao Junwu made the women in his house official prostitutes, and the men were raised in Hehuanlou to serve the men.

There are countless such cases under Xiao Junwu.

However, Ouyang Menqing has always been proud of his family, and his literary style has won the hearts of the five princes. When she entered the door just now, she saw the disdainful eyes of the five princes towards her, so she didn't plan to buy the first night of the floating clouds, but she had to make trouble with them.

"Hmm." She was lying on the beauty couch and glanced at the place she was leaning on, it was not a pillar, it was a son in blue clothes.

He is a scholar and a scholar. Although his eyes are downward, his unbent backbone is straight.

"Call that man and serve this girl."

"If the girl doesn't choose a single one, he," the old bustard looked embarrassed, but Baidu saw her reason.

"This girl likes the hard stuff, go." She threw a gold ingot to the bustard, refused to be served by other people next to her, and tasted a small wine alone.

"Wait a minute, girl, the slave will call him." The bustard got good, and rolled down and called him. Except for His Royal Highness the King of Chu, there is really no one who is so generous. It is said that His Royal Highness the King of Chu also spent a lot of money for him.