The night is like water, but Wang Yun's house is brightly lit.

At this time, all the guests were accompanied by a beautiful singing and dancing girl, drinking and having fun.

In the corner of the wall, the musicians are beating the chimes, accompanied by the piano, and the music of the ancient style reverberates. There are not only lingering and sympathetic sounds, but also the golden stone silk and bamboo of high mountains and flowing water.

Wang Yun was in the main position, looking around at the banquet guests, his heart was full of pride. When these people have benefited, they will naturally remember his goodness. The most important thing for scholars is, of course, prestige. Maybe one day, he can also be as famous as the Runan Yuan family and the Hongnong Yang family, and respond to every call.

"Your name is Ren Hong?" Gao Heng gently stretched out his hand and deliberately hugged Ren Hong's waist. Although the little maid was not wearing a light veil, but a silk, there was a slippery feeling at the beginning, and the dark fragrance was faint.

In the Han Dynasty, the vast majority of people wore cloth and silk, and the wealthy officials wore silk, and the powerful wore silk and satin. That is, Wang Yun was born in a famous family, so that the maids in the family can wear silk.

"The posture of the slave family is not as good as many sisters, why does the son have to choose the slave family?" Ren Hong frowned and gritted his teeth secretly. I wanted to avoid Gao Heng's thin hand, but this was the norm at the banquet, and she didn't want to be too deliberate.

"The yellow flower has no owner for whom, and it is cold in the winding path. Use all your money to buy fat powder, and pay the color of your life to the west wind. Gao Heng chanted Tang Bohu's "Chrysanthemum Picture" while staring at Ren Hong's eyes, "They are all hard-working women, why should I be embarrassed for them?" ”

Ren Hong's heart trembled, isn't this seven-word poem a metaphor for the life portrayal of their powerful playthings? How many people can last a long time with the color of the west wind and the color of the people? If she hadn't been ordinary, I'm afraid she would have become a member of Meiji a long time ago, and then she would really have a heart as high as the sky, and her life would be thinner than paper.

But soon, Ren Hong sensed that something was wrong and glared at Gao Heng in shame.

"Then why does the son have to be a slave, isn't the slave family a hard-working woman?" The little maid Ren Hong grabbed Gao Heng's claws stretched out to her thighs.

"I like your eyes." The corners of Gao Heng's mouth were slightly upturned.

Ren Hong's eyes are black and white, like autumn water cutting pupils, watery, and the eye waves are flowing, which is particularly moving in the candlelight. This is also where Gao Heng is suspicious, such an ordinary maid actually has a pair of eyes full of aura, and her surname is Ren, and she is in the famous Wang Yun's mansion......

As soon as he thought of this, Gao Heng couldn't help but reach out and touch Ren Hong's cheek. He wanted to see if there was any camouflage on the other person's face, such as a human skin mask or something.

However, the touch is very real, not like a camouflage.

"Childe, can you please respect yourself?" Ren Hong pursed her lips and pleaded softly.

Did you really recognize the wrong person?

Gao Heng glanced around depressedly, and saw that the guests were all laughing and nicking with the beautiful girls, and Wang Yun led by example, hugging a beautiful girl and playing mouth-to-mouth wine.

As for Lu Bu, it was even more provocative that the young lady in her arms was panting and flushed.

"Junhou, I'll go change my clothes." Gao Heng got up, such an ambiguous atmosphere was really dry. No, he's going to have to go out and blow the wind and calm down.

"Hmm......" Lu Bu didn't have the heart to care about Gao Heng at all, so he replied with ignorance.

Changing clothes is a shunned word in the banquet of the scholars, and it is generally a synonym for going to the toilet after leaving the banquet a little.

"The slave family leads the way for the son." Ren Hong lowered her head and walked in front to guide the direction.

The service in Wang Yun's house is undoubtedly extremely thoughtful, and the corridors leading to the toilet alone are covered with a layer of thick and solid red felt. The patterns on the felt are gorgeous and simple like works of art, very soft, and extremely comfortable to step on.

And the toilets are also separated into single rooms, with jade screens and incense burners. There was even a row of tall, tame, pretty women waiting.

These women are all twenty-five or sixty years old, and although they are not as young as Kabuhime, they all have a unique style. Gao Heng guessed that they were probably the former singing and dancing girls, who were sent here to play their spare heat because they were a little older.

A pretty woman gently untied Gao Heng's clothes and took out the beast under his crotch, while another pretty woman knelt in front of Gao Heng with a delicate bronze urinal. You don't need Gao Heng to do anything, just help him solve it.

"It's really a ** life." Gao Hengzheng sighed at the extreme desire for poverty and luxury of the powerful of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and felt a burst of warmth behind him, and the feeling of warmth and heat made people very comfortable. But it was the third pretty woman who ironed his waist with a hot towel, called Warm Kidney.

Listening to the sound of liquid dripping into the copper kettle, Ren Hong dodged a few steps and didn't dare to look.

"If Childe likes it, no matter what he does, it's okay." Ren Hong's face was slightly embarrassed, and he pointed to those pretty women. This girl obviously wants to cause trouble, once Gao Heng consumes her physical strength, she won't be able to toss her tonight.

But Gao Heng is not so shameless, this is in front of everyone's eyes, more than a dozen pretty women are watching from outside the single room.

Back in the banquet hall, many people have already opened the room to enjoy themselves under the pretense of drinking.

Due to the curfew in Luoyang, these guests who came to the banquet could not return home, so they could only stay in Wang Yun's mansion. Of course, the wine is charming, and no one will want to go back.

As for Lu Bu, he has long been gone.

"It's night, let's go back to our room." Gao Heng glanced at Ren Hong, who was suspected of being Diao Chan.

The little maid gritted her teeth and reluctantly led Gao Heng towards the wing of the guest house. If this guy dares to mess around, she will definitely knock him out, and then find a sister Li Dai Taozhuang. Although this guy is quite literate and handsome, how can she easily lose her ice and jade virgin body?

Confused all the way, Ren Hong noticed that Gao Heng's eyes had been looking at him, and he was secretly ashamed.

But to Ren Hong's surprise, when she entered the wing, the other party did not rush up, but pretended to stand in front of the window.

"Hey, the court is in a mess, and the people are struggling to make a living, but Luoyang City is full of songs. Xing, the people are bitter. Death, the people suffer. Gao Heng decided to continue to test it, if this Ren Hong is really Diao Chan's disguise, then changing Diao Chan's tragic fate in the future should also be a hidden task.

Ren Hong was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Aren't you also one of the people who sing songs every night." Ren MM is quite dissatisfied with this guy who forces himself to warm up the bed at night. So many beautiful sisters took the initiative to pour wine and recommend pillows, but he was indifferent, and he chose himself, he was really blind!

Could it be that this guy really likes virgins as Wang Yun said, so he dislikes those sisters?

"The world is going to be chaotic. I'm just a mere chronicler, and the powerful are drunk and dreaming of death, what can I do? Gao Heng's eyes flickered slightly, looking worried about the country and the people.

"Then what is the difference between you and them, the slave family is also a hard-working woman, doesn't the son also harm the slave family?" Ren Hong snorted coldly. (To be continued.) )