Feng Xiaoge took Jiang Pingchuan's hand and walked on the street, followed by ten soldiers, and the people on the street looked at Jiang Pingchuan differently when they saw Feng Xiaoge.

When Jiang Pingchuan's group of people walked over, there would always be a sigh behind them, and the ten soldiers behind him took the trouble to introduce the true identity of the person led by the little singer to everyone on the street.

When the people behind him heard Jiang Pingchuan's true identity, their faces were full of shock, they felt that they had really seen Jiang Pingchuan's real person, Feng Xiaoge pulled Jiang Pingchuan to a fireworks place and stopped.

Jiang Pingchuan looked at the place called Baihua Pavilion, and there was a group of revealing and bewitching women standing at the door, constantly waving the scarves in their hands and throwing their eyebrows at Jiang Pingchuan. Jiang Pingchuan coughed dryly twice, he hadn't entered this kind of place yet, Feng Xiaoge laughed, and pulled Jiang Pingchuan towards the door of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

"Xiaoge, what are you doing with me here?"

Jiang Pingchuan felt that the name Feng Xiaoge was too advantageous, no matter who called him, he had to call Xiaoge, I really didn't know how his father came up with this name.

This wind Xiaoge is at home, his father can't scream every day, Xiaoge Xiaoge or Gege, think about it, Jiang Pingchuan thinks it's no wonder that the palace master and the city lord of Yin Yang City are friends, and the relationship between the two guys is unreliable.

"Brother Chuan, there is a person with a very story here, don't you want to hear it?"

Feng Xiaoge smiled and looked at Jiang Pingchuan's big eyes and kept blinking, Jiang Pingchuan frowned and looked at Feng Xiaoge, he really didn't believe Feng Xiaoge's words, you must know that Feng Xiaoge can resist the wind and do the kind of thing just now, it is really not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Women?"

Jiang Pingchuan looked at Feng Xiaoge and asked questioningly, Feng Xiaoge replied to Jiang Pingchuan with a big white eye, Jiang Pingchuan also felt that what he said at this time was simply nonsense, in a place like Baihua Pavilion, except for turtle slaves, they are all women.

Feng Xiaoge pulled Jiang Pingchuan and walked in directly, while the ten soldiers who followed them were Jiang Pingchuan, the boss of Feng Xiaoge, who was touting his family's second young master at the door, and entered the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

As a result, the situation was very embarrassing, there were a lot of people who came here, and some women didn't even care about the rumors of outsiders and went directly to Baihua Pavilion to see Jiang Pingchuan's true face.

Jiang Pingchuan's arrival made the old bustard of Baihua Pavilion very happy, firstly, she saw Jiang Pingchuan's true face, and secondly, Jiang Pingchuan brought her a large number of customers.

When the old bustard heard that Jiang Pingchuan wanted the Oiran of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, he didn't say a word, and directly asked Jiang Pingchuan to take Jiang Pingchuan to the room of the Oiran of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, and he was busy receiving the guests who walked into the Hundred Flowers Pavilion because of Jiang Pingchuan.

Some women came in and couldn't see Jiang Pingchuan, so they could only quickly walk out of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, standing at the door of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, waiting anxiously, while Feng Xiaoge was sitting in the hall and hugging the woman in the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, constantly rubbing the arrogance on the woman's chest.

Don't look at Feng Xiaoge as just a child, this kid's methods are really extraordinary, and he is also a well-known merry boy in Yangcheng.

Feng Xiaoge touched the woman sitting next to her, suddenly stopped the movements in her hands, and looked at the woman who was humming and self-absorbed with her eyes closed.

The woman realized that Feng Xiaoge had stopped stroking her hand, opened her eyes, glanced at Feng Xiaoge sadly, and scolded that if there is a father, there must be a son, and then she got up directly, twisted her plump ass and walked away.

Jiang Pingchuan stood in front of the door of the Baihua Pavilion on the second floor and didn't know what to do for a while, to be honest, he really felt that the bigger he was, the more he was a child, and he dared to take a bite of the little flower in the next village.

Now that he is an adult, standing in front of the door of a dusty woman's room but he doesn't dare to push the door in, Jiang Pingchuan calmed down his mentality, he decided to believe that Feng Xiaoge was here to listen to the story, Jiang Pingchuan thought that he was here to listen to the story, so he directly pushed the door open and walked in.

The sound insulation effect of the room in the Baihua Pavilion is really very good, Jiang Pingchuan closed the door The moment all the sounds behind him disappeared, and a woman with a beautiful face sat on the bed in the room.

Seeing Jiang Pingchuan come in, the woman was a little nervous, got up from the bed with a smile on her face, walked to the table and poured a glass of wine for Jiang Pingchuan, Jiang Pingchuan smiled slightly and sat at the table without touching the glass of wine on the table.

The woman stood behind Jiang Pingchuan, put her hands on Jiang Pingchuan's shoulders and gently kneaded them, Jiang Pingchuan felt the comfort coming from his shoulders, and felt that there was such a technique at this time.

When Jiang Pingchuan was constantly rubbing his shoulders by the woman behind him, it was like bathing in soft clouds, which was very smooth, Jiang Pingchuan closed his eyes and enjoyed the woman's service.

The woman slowly picked up the wine on the table and put it to Jiang Pingchuan's mouth, Jiang Pingchuan sniffed and shook his head, unwilling to drink the wine, and the woman behind him smiled slightly and drank the wine in her hand.

After drinking, the slender fingers lying on Jiang Pingchuan's back kept groping on Jiang Pingchuan's chest, Jiang Pingchuan held the woman's hand and shook his head again.

The woman's face was close to Jiang Pingchuan's ear and blowing hot air, her mouth was close to Jiang Pingchuan's ear and kept sucking Jiang Pingchuan's ear, Jiang Pingchuan suddenly stood up and looked at the woman in front of him.

The woman's sad face involuntarily withdrew all the clothes on her body, Jiang Pingchuan watched the woman walk towards him step by step naked, and there was no sadness in her expression.

There is just endless charm and temptation, the woman hugged Jiang Pingchuan's neck and rubbed one leg on Jiang Pingchuan's body, and the woman stretched out her pink tongue and spit a faint smell of wine towards Jiang Pingchuan.

Jiang Pingchuan hugged the woman with a flat face, the woman was very happy at the moment she was picked up by Jiang Pingchuan, she snorted excitedly, hugged Jiang Pingchuan's neck tightly, and kept sucking.

Jiang Pingchuan threw the woman on the bed, and he stood on the edge of the bed looking at the woman lying on the bed and stroking her body, and the woman's bewitching body kept seducing Jiang Pingchuan who was standing by the bed.

And Jiang Pingchuan stood on the edge of the bed like a piece of wood, ignoring the woman on the bed, when the woman knelt on the bed and wanted to untie Jiang Pingchuan's robe, she suddenly snorted, as if she had been pierced by something, lying on the bed and laughing.

Jiang Pingchuan looked at the woman on the bed with a confused expression, that glass of wine, Jiang Pingchuan was reluctant to drink it not because he didn't dare to drink it, nor because he couldn't control the effect of the drug after drinking it.

Instead, he saw that the woman in front of him could only alleviate her own pain after drinking that glass of wine, Jiang Pingchuan no longer looked at the woman's body and turned around.

The woman on the bed hummed more and more urgently, knowing that Jiang Pingchuan heard a long moan from the woman, so he turned around and looked at the woman on the bed.

Just glanced at Jiang Pingchuan and immediately turned around, his face was hot, the woman spread her legs apart, and a puddle of milky white liquid secreted from a muddy place.

Jiang Pingchuan sighed, walked to the table, picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it slowly, and the woman's gasping voice came from behind him.

"Does Childe dislike the dirty house of slaves?"

The woman sat on the bed and looked at Jiang Pingchuan's back, her voice was sad and self-deprecating, she is a woman who can only live by selling her body, Jiang Pingchuan dislikes her and is dirty, what reason does she have to refute Jiang Pingchuan, she is a dusty woman, where does she come from halal and chaste.

"Everything has its own nature, and there is never a fixed limit to dirtiness, so why should you abuse yourself so badly"

Jiang Pingchuan said lightly, he came to listen to the story, and by the way, he came to reduce the confused people.

"The pot used by ten thousand people is called a teapot, and the woman used by ten thousand people is called a prostitute, and it is already like this, and what do you have to do with those fantasies"

The woman put on a gauze and stood behind Jiang Pingchuan, Jiang Pingchuan pulled a chair for the woman, and the woman sat beside Jiang Pingchuan with her hand on her chin and looked at Jiang Pingchuan with her beautiful eyes flashing.

"Xiaoge said you have a story, I'm here to listen to the story"

Jiang Pingchuan looked at the woman in front of him with a smile with a teacup, and the woman smiled bitterly and reached out to touch Jiang Pingchuan's face.

"I have a lot of stories, I don't know which one Childe wants to listen to?"

The woman looked at Jiang Pingchuan with a smile, and Jiang Pingchuan smiled helplessly.

"Your Story"

"Me?"

The woman pointed to herself suspiciously, and saw Jiang Pingchuan nodding, the woman didn't speak, picked up the pot of wine on the table, and wanted to fill it for herself, but Jiang Pingchuan stopped her.

"What's your name?"

The woman withdrew her hand holding the wine jug and looked at Jiang Pingchuan with a red cheek.

"Jiang Pingchuan"

"Hehe, you are the miraculous Jiang Pingchuan in their mouths, I didn't expect the slave family to be so lucky to be able to drink and spend a good night with Shaoxia"

The woman's scarlet lips opened and closed gently, revealing a faint smell of wine and aroma.

"It's not dark yet"

Jiang Pingchuan frowned at his willow eyebrows and said with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, the woman's lips twitched and looked at Jiang Pingchuan with some embarrassment, Jiang Pingchuan also felt that he had said the wrong thing, it was really hurtful to say such a thing.

"You want to hear my story?"

The woman leaned on the back of the chair and said weakly, Jiang Pingchuan nodded.

Jiang Pingchuan stood outside the woman's door and waited until the woman closed the door before taking his own steps and walking downstairs, downstairs Feng Xiaoge lay in a woman's arms and fell asleep soundly.

Feng Li kept drinking with a look of chagrin, and when he saw Jiang Pingchuan walking downstairs, Feng Li walked in front of Jiang Pingchuan with his eyes swaying, and he smiled hey, just wanted to speak, and lay directly in Jiang Pingchuan's arms and snored.

Jiang Pingchuan helped Feng Li to the table and sat down, while he walked to the door and called a soldier to say a few words, and then disappeared quickly into the dark night and returned to the Wangong Pavilion.

After a while, Feng Wuliang came to Baihua Pavilion, looked at his two sons lying on the table and fell asleep, and with a wail in his heart, he walked to Feng Li and Feng Xiaoge's side, and slapped the two of them on the head, Feng Li stood up and looked at Feng Wuliang in front of him, with an annoyed face.

"Old guy, who are you, believe it or not, I let my boss shoot you to death"

Feng Li looked at Feng Wuliang with squinted eyes and said with a big tongue, Feng Wuliang was gloomy and slapped Feng Li's head three times.

"Let your boss shoot your dad to death, shoot your dad to death, shoot your dad to death"

Feng Wuliang blushed and cursed in his mouth, obviously angry by Feng Li, Feng Li smiled and fell directly into Feng Wuliang's arms.

Feng Wuliang helplessly patted Feng Li's back and asked people to help Feng Li Fu into the carriage, and he picked up Feng Xiaoge, who was babbling in a daze, and walked towards the door.

"Dad, Sister Hua said that I am very much like you, and also said that if there is a father, there must be a son"

Feng Xiaoge lay on Feng Wuliang's shoulder and buzzed.

"Stinky boy, are you playing hooligan with your sister Hua?"

"Hmm," Feng Xiaoge answered, and fell asleep.

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