Murong Mian waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down.

Murong Ze is a person who enjoys it, two girls on the left and one on the right are drinking flower wine together, and there is a Qingqi singing on the piano, there are not many people, but it seems lively.

The two girls are his old acquaintances, one is called Yun'er and the other is called Yan'er. They are all people who will come to things, seeing that King Jin has a friend coming, Yun'er flicked his handkerchief and greeted him, his eyes flew away, and his voice was good, "Yo, the uncle is here, please sit here, and the slave family will pour wine for the uncle." ”

While talking, the person came to the front, soaked in incense, as if the whole person was rolling in sesame oil, and some noses were rushed.

Murong Mian subconsciously took a step back, but Yun'er hit the snake with the stick, Qianqianyu grabbed his arm with her hand, and said with a smile, "Uncle, what are you hiding?" The slaves won't eat you again. ”

Murong Mian was not used to her being so entangled, so she pulled out her arm, but she came over with her whole body, leaned on his arms, and laughed eating, "Uncle is here for the first time, and he looks very raw." ”

Murong Ze couldn't help but laugh when he saw Murong Mian's embarrassed look, "Since the third brother has arrived here, he should follow the customs of the villagers and don't wipe the girl's face." ”

Murong Mian was ready to come, but as soon as he came on the field, the other party hit him by surprise, his face was a little unbearable, and he pretended to snort calmly, "This girl is also enthusiastic." ”

He pulled her hand away and sat down on his own.

Yun'er came over and poured wine for him, "Uncle doesn't like slaves like this, do you still like to be cold?" ”

Murong Mian glanced at her, "Too many words." ”

Murong Ze knew that Murong Mian was not very comfortable, so he called Yun'er over, "The third brother has something to do with me." ”

"It's okay, I'm just looking for you to drink." Murong Mian pinched the small wine cup, all the wine served here was good wine, the wine was pure, the wine was fragrant, he dried it in one sip, "The wine is good." ”

"The wine is good, and the girl is even better." It is rare that Murong Mian is willing to come to this kind of place to drink flower wine with him, and Murong Ze feels that he must let the third brother eat and drink well here. Seeing that Murong Mian didn't like Yun'er's style, he called Lao Bustard, "Mom picks a quieter one, my brother doesn't like to make too much noise." ”

The old bustard nodded yes again and again, turned around and went out to call someone.

Jia Tong and Ning Jiu stood quietly outside the door, like two tree stumps in the night.

The Qing official is still stroking the qin and singing, with his head down, his side face is like a scissor, his ten fingers are plucking the strings, the tune is peaceful, the chanting is shallow, and it sounds like it has a unique charm. Murong Mian thought that Murong Ze drank flower wine, and all he listened to was some glamorous songs, but he didn't expect it to be so elegant.

After a while, the old bustard brought a girl in, with a slender figure, melon seed face, not very flamboyant kind, and looked a little delicate.

The old bustard introduced that her name was Xiuniang, and she was a little shy, so she waited first, and if the uncle was not satisfied, she would change it.

Murong Ze beckoned her to sit beside Murong Mian. Xiuniang is really shy, and her face turned red before she could speak, but she was shy, and what she should do was not ambiguous at all. Qianqianyu's hand stretched out from the wide cloud sleeve, poured the wine for Mo Rongmian, and her voice was gentle, "Master, the slave family will peel grapes for you to eat." ”

She used a consultative tone on her side, and Mo Rongze hugged left and right, feeding grapes mouth-to-mouth. is not ashamed or impatient, she is used to seeing it, and she doesn't think so.

Murong Mian was a little embarrassed, but he didn't expect Murong Ze to indulge, and he was no different from ordinary gentlemen. He thought of Du Changfeng, I don't know if he is also this kind of person, everything looks good on the surface, if he enters this gentle township, he may have more fun than Mo Rongze. But most men in the world are like this, and the more he thinks about it, the more uneasy he becomes, as if he looks out and sees a group of wolves in sheep's clothing. How could he hand over Bai Qianfan to them?

Thinking about it, he lost his mind, and a peeled purple grape was handed to his mouth. "Hurry up and whip the horses that are transported from the south, and you can try it."

He frowned slightly, that hand knew how to measure very well, stopped there and did not move, the first-time guests couldn't let go, they liked to hold it, and they slowly got used to it after a few more times.

Murong Mian took it and put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, he didn't know what it tasted like!

That Mo Rongze ate with juice in his mouth, "Third brother, it's not bad, don't look at it as just a Goolan Courtyard, the things in it are good." ”

Looking at this grape, Murong Mian remembered one more thing, "Is the team of Tufan tribute a little later than in previous years this year?" ”

Murong Ze squinted his eyes and thought for a while, "It's almost the same, it's been a few days." Why does the third brother care about this? ”

Murong Mian smiled, "Didn't you say eating grapes?" Tufan's horse * grapes are good, I'll get some to taste when I go back. ”

Murong Ze was a little surprised, "When did the third brother love to eat fresh fruits?" I don't know! ”

Murong Mian snorted, "What do you know about staying in this kind of place all day long, not hearing what is going on outside the window?" ”

Murong Ze was not annoyed by Yan Da, and grinned, "Hengzhu, I am an idle prince." ”

Murong Mian took a sip of wine, remembering the purpose here, he glanced at Xiuniang, "You are closer to me." ”

Xiuniang is a person who observes words and feelings, and feels that he has an aura on his body that no one can approach, and he doesn't dare to get too close, but when he opened his mouth, she got closer.

The smell on her body is not as cloudy, and the faint orchid fragrance lingers on the tip of her nose. But it's very strange that his heart is like water, and there is no fluctuation at all. He lifted his hand and hooked her by the waist, and the girl fell limply into his arms.

Murong Ze was very surprised, is he, the third brother, going to open his mind? Coming here to drink flower wine had already surprised him, and now he was doing something to the girl. Everyone is a man, and it is needless to say it explicitly, but the eyes can understand. It's just that the third brother is inexperienced, and his movements look a little stiff, he demonstrated intentionally or unintentionally, hugged Yun'er, and put his hand into her clothes, Yun'er was not annoyed, and put it in his arms with a smile, and waited for him to hook up with his face up.

Murong Ze had the intention to demonstrate, bowing his head and grinding his red lips carefully, but he glanced at Mo Rongze.

Murong Mian took Xiuniang into his arms, and didn't make the next move, just sat dumbfounded. He couldn't help but laugh to himself, this is a matter of course, the grandfathers have instincts in this regard, why is it that when they get to the third brother, their instincts are gone? Are you embarrassed?

He thinks that it is not enough to be demonstrative. With a slight pick of his fingers, the thin outer skirt on Yun'er's body fell down, revealing a piece of white and tender skin, and he reached out and scratched Yun'er's chest a few times. With a little flirtatious smile, he squinted at Murong Mian, meaning, this is what drinking flower wine should look like.

Murong Mian watched his actions, although he was not disgusted, he couldn't do it himself. The girl in his arms was very docile, but she couldn't arouse the restlessness in his heart. He sighed, this is the one who came here today, the beauty is in his arms, he has to do something.

pinched Xiuniang's face, the skin was smooth and smooth, tender and whirring, but it didn't feel right, and there was no kind of desire that arose spontaneously from the bottom of my heart. He pushed her away a bit and said, "Go down, you won't be needed here." ”

Xiuniang's eyes immediately filled with tears, "Master, but where is the slave family serving?" ”

"It's none of your business, I'm not used to it." He waved his hand, and there was a majesty of his own. Xiuniang bit her lip, didn't dare to say more, and quietly retreated.