This body is extremely soft, coupled with the fact that she has practiced martial arts since she was a child, the lines are smooth, and it is obviously a soft and charming dance posture, but she dances out of a wild beauty.

After the dance, Ning Jing stood quietly in the middle of the stage, Li Niang twisted her body and walked to the front of the stage, covering her mouth lightly, and her tone was full of coquettishness: "I don't know if everyone is dissatisfied with Miss Tranquility~"

"I'll give a hundred taels!" The fat man under the stage hurriedly raised the silver ticket to the top of his head, lest Li Niang not see it and shook it twice, a pair of small eyes were tightly glued to Tranquility's body, and his eyes were full of obscenity, and that look seemed to be eager to tear off Tranquility's clothes now.

Sensing that someone was watching her, Tranquility looked up and smiled at the fat man.

Then walked to Li Niang's side, whispered a few words, Li Niang's face turned pale, and she glanced at the fat man who spoke with a strange expression, and said with a smile: "Uncle is rich, but our quiet girl said, a daughter is easy to get, a confidant is hard to find, today's Mid-Autumn Festival, should be a family reunion, since everyone came to Yanyu Building, meeting is fate, if anyone can write a masterpiece, they can hug the beauty!" ”

Most of the people who came were from the martial arts, and even if they were literate, they couldn't write poems in literary style, and they all hung their heads and collapsed for a while.

Suddenly, a big man burst out, pointed at Ningning's nose and shouted: "Isn't it just a woman, how much money is a night, Lao Tzu is out!" What is elegant, not only to be **** but also to set up a memorial arch! ”

One sentence shouted out the hearts of countless people, and there was an instant scolding at the bottom, which was nothing more than ** how.

Tranquility pursed her lips and glanced at Li Niang lightly.

Li Niang hurriedly spoke: "Pull the shouter out!" ”

Looking at the chaotic audience, Liniang faded her usual posture, and her eyes were instantly sharp!

"Have you forgotten the rules of our Yanyu Building!"

Although Yanyulou is a brothel, the master behind it is the ninth prince of the dynasty.

The Nine Princes and the Emperor of the Dynasty are born from the same mother, and they are like siblings.

The Nine Princes are powerful and powerful, and their nature is extremely protective.

The people don't fight with the officials!

Yanyulou is silent on weekdays, and everyone almost forgets the existence of the Nine Princes.

The person who catered to it just now instantly broke out in a cold sweat, lest Liniang find them to settle accounts after the autumn.

Jiang Duchen only looked down when he heard the man shouting.

As soon as I looked down, I saw a serene dress dressed in red with the corners of his mouth curled.

Tranquility was like a charming monster, Jiang Jinchen frowned, and was about to withdraw his gaze with some disgust.

Vulgar! Or the most flamboyant vulgar thing!

Unexpectedly, Tranquility suddenly raised her head and smiled in the direction of Jiang Duchen's private room, and then lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

Jiang Duchen was in a trance for a moment, and inexplicably felt that her smile was a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, so she twisted her eyebrows and thought about it.

……

After a while, a few people brought the written poems to the stage for Tranquility to judge.

Tranquility picked up the paper, a pair of soft and white transparent, as if boneless, holding a slightly yellowed rice paper, indescribably good-looking.

"I hope that people will live together for a long time." She read it softly twice, smiled lightly, and said loudly: "I don't know if this is that son's masterpiece!" Can you come forward and meet the tranquility? ”

A small, skinny, somewhat obscene-looking man walked up to the stage.

There was an uproar down there.

Tranquility's smile did not change, she walked up to the man and said softly, "I don't know what to call the son?" ”

The man arched his hand at her and whispered, "Under Han Zile." ”