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Shouted at the shopkeeper to come over, threw down a few taels of silver, and did not say goodbye to the boss, Zhuo Zangfeng and Tuiji looked for Wei Moran and others along Heshunfang, one restaurant after another.

Zhuo Zangfeng is a drunkard, and now that he is in a semi-drunk state, he no longer cares about whether his classmates who mock him have eaten enough or drunk enough, he actually wants to find a green house.

Fortunately, the bustling Heshun Fang is lined with brothels, and the bright red lanterns have been hanging from the rooftop, as if beckoning to passing guests.

Zhuo Zangfeng stepped in and pushed himself forward.

In a remote corner, more than a dozen Tianji Pavilion students stood together, their stomachs growling with hunger.

Wang Dajian thought angrily, tonight is also an evil door, why are so many restaurants overcrowded, and the shopkeeper looks unpolite, full of money and enough money.

It was Wei Moran who reminded that this should be Zhuo Zangfeng's ghost, and these students suddenly realized.

As for Zhuo Zangfeng's ability to make the entire Heshunfang restaurant close its doors to thank their guests, he couldn't guess it.

Everyone is holding back their bad stomachs, it is really impossible to steal chickens and rice.

Fortunately, in the best place in the capital, the Praetorian Guards kept patrolling by, and no one dared to make trouble.

In addition, the imperial court strictly prohibits students who are admitted to the hospital from drinking and making trouble, although the policy is relaxed until now, and students are allowed to drink, but drinking and making trouble is still within the scope of strict rectification.

Although Wei Moran and the others were not convinced, they could only endure it.

The people who can open a store in Heshunfang are all people with a backstage, and besides, people politely refuse, and they can't catch any tricks, Wei Moran calmed everyone's emotions, and it was a big deal to go to other places.

However, when passing by Hutchison Restaurant again, everyone inevitably looked gray, and they also understood that Zhuo Zangfeng, who was talking and drinking on the side of the street, was waiting to see everyone's jokes.

The more Wang Dajian and the others thought about it, the more angry they became, but they couldn't bully more and less on this occasion, for fear of being detected by the Tai Academy, and they couldn't let him laugh at them, so they stood in the middle of nowhere and watched Zhuo Zangfeng and Tui Ji eat and drink.

This sullen breath drove away the hunger in everyone's stomach, and seeing that the two of them were full of food and drink, while they were not paying attention, Tianji Pavilion, headed by Wei Moran and Wang Dajian, panicked like a lost dog, and quickly slipped away along the street.

The little monk has never entered this Fengyue place, he doesn't know what to do here, he sees the carved beams and paintings everywhere, luxurious and elegant, the nose is wafting with the aroma of fat powder, and all he sees in his eyes are young beauties, and he can't help but wonder if he has gone to the wrong place.

Suddenly, the old bustard ran over, smiled flatteringly at Zhuo Zangfeng, and pushed himself to be startled, and when he saw clearly that it was only an old woman in her fifties and sixties, his nervous mood eased.

The old bustard pulled Zhuo Zangfeng's sleeve and said, "Yo! This handsome boy brother has some eyes in his old body. As he spoke, he raised the fan in his hand and said upstairs, "Xiaohong, Xiaoyu come down to pick up guests." ”

Upstairs happily agreed, and two graceful women quickly came downstairs.

When Tui Ji heard the word "picking up customers", he chuckled in his heart, this feeling is not a place to eat and drink, and then he saw two flower-like women rushing towards him, and he shrank behind Zhuo Zangfeng in fright.

When the girl named Xiaoyu saw it, she covered her mouth and giggled, and said, "Feelings are a delicate master, don't be afraid, there are a lot of monks here from us." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at Tuiji's eyes dodging, as if he had done something disgraceful, and he was very amused. took the opportunity to fan the flames and said: "Our little master is a frequent visitor to this merry and happy place. ”

Sure enough, the two women laughed even harder, and even the old bustard, who walked to the side to entertain another guest, couldn't help but snicker.

Tui Ji looked at the smiling little jade girl vigilantly, seeing her stretch out her white and tender hand to summon herself, but she was not very scared for a while.

In fact, her fear of women comes from the words and deeds taught to him by Master Songshan Deadwood since he was a child, and she has not experienced it herself.

If this fear makes him distressed, and even puzzled, it is better to say that in the heart of the little monk, he has vaguely begun to yearn for women.

Although the teachings of the dead wood are profound, they are only an unverified statement, and as for where the woman makes Tuiji feel afraid, even the little monk himself can't tell.

That is to say, pushing oneself and fearing women is a kind of evasion from instinct, from a stubborn notion that Songshan Deadwood has imposed on him from a very young age.

Zhuo Zangfeng believes that people are not ruthless things, and cultivation is not the path of desperation. Being a man is already very hard, why bother to abide by the rules and precepts, why not live a chic and happy life?

He hates red tape and likes to indulge, so he also hopes that his friends can have no regrets in this life like himself.

10,000 years is too long, and immortality is even more unattainable, why not be happy in the red dust, a beautiful woman with a strong horse, a beautiful woman with wine, a general on the battlefield with a long sword, and a good man should be like this.

In the Tang Dynasty, singing with prostitutes, a moment of concubine, Qingqing and me, it is also an elegant move, Zhuo Zangfeng seven points of wine, a piece of pride, without dragging mud and water will be like flowers and jade into his arms, really be a vassal elegant guest.

In the face of the tenderness of Xiaoyu's hands, Tui Ji still dodged, and originally wanted to ask for help, but when he saw the presumptuous and bold demeanor of the son-in-law of the General's Mansion, he was quite envious.

But going further, he didn't dare.

The little monk dodged and had illusions, was timid and unwilling, and wanted to be majestic in front of the son-in-law of the general's mansion, but his legs were trembling, and he wanted to pretend to be heroic in front of the woman, but he was afraid to go forward.

Zhuo Zangfeng beckoned Xiao Yu over and said something in her ear, Xiao Yu covered her mouth and smiled, walked over and pulled the hesitant little monk into the Accord.

Tui Ji sat on an embroidery pier, looking at the exquisite and gorgeous furnishings in the house, the landscape painting scrolls on the wall, the green Qi guqin on the table, the copper incense burner agarwood, and the embroidered curtain tent fragrant, he had to find comfort for his panicked heart.

"It's just a place for two people to sing, why are you so flustered?"

"I am a dignified Buddhist monk, although I am not very high, but I am also a monk, how can I be frightened by the sound of dogs and horses?

"This son-in-law of the General's Mansion didn't have a good heart, and he had already used words to provoke me, am I afraid that he won't succeed?"

"The precepts of Buddhism, the teachings of the master, the laws of the Tang Dynasty, the bad idea of the son-in-law of the general's mansion, Amitabha Buddha...... Poor Monk ...... Not afraid ......"

The little jade girl who was instigated by Zhuo Zangfeng smiled brightly, shook the Hehuan fan lightly, and gave the panicked little monk a cool fan.

"Little Master, are you hot?"

Tui Ji wiped the sweat from his brain, and said, "It's not hot, it's not hot." ”

Xiao Yu smiled even more happily, fanning him with one hand and pulling his clothes with the other.

"Otherwise, take off your clothes, it will be cooler, this Chang'an City is like a stove, how can it not be hot?"

Tui Ji shrank and subconsciously said, "Don't dare! Don't dare!"

But he couldn't bear his sweating profusely, Xiao Yu smiled and wiped him with a handkerchief, pushed himself to smell the fragrance of the girl, was a little confused in panic, grabbed the handkerchief and wiped it on his face twice, and then returned it to the other party.

Xiao Yu took the handkerchief, pretended to be angry and said, "Little master is so rude! I don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all, the handkerchief should be used like this." ”

As she spoke, she gently pressed the handkerchief to her forehead and moved slowly.

"To infiltrate so gently, come gently, the monk brother is too rude. ”

Where has Tui Ji seen such a formation, he couldn't hear what the other party said for a long time, and he heard the word "brother" in a daze, and thought, how did I become your brother so well?

glanced at Zhuo Zangfeng, and saw that this guy's two hateful hands were tightly holding the hand of the girl named Xiaohong, but he didn't dare to ask.

The little jade girl who made an appointment with Zhuo Zangfeng in the third chapter tried her best, as long as she could let the little monk in front of her take the initiative to hug her, ten taels of silver would be in her hands.

This is what she is very good at, and besides, she has money to take, and this little monk is handsome and not annoying, so she is naturally satisfied.

In fact, Zhuo Zangfeng's intentions are known to everyone in Sima Zhao's heart, but they don't know it.

But in the face of such a gentle and charming scene, the boy who was supposed to take him to wade into the troubled water jumped into the troubled water first.

At this time, he was drunk and hazy, his eyes were hazy, his mind was hazy, and he just kept repeating that firm belief in his heart - he must pull the master to say to go into the water.

However, he couldn't help himself, the hand that was originally holding Xiaohong's slender waist changed position, and he began to be dishonest, scurrying around in that soft and warm place, like an dishonest little snake. (To be continued.) )