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Wang Chao's gambling contract, if he said it in front of the good family, he would definitely be scolded as a hooligan.

But the girls in this Yueyue Building, no matter how innocent they look, they don't say anything about selling their arts, no matter how clean they are, they are always girls in the building, they have never eaten pork, haven't they seen pigs run?

If you really want to count it, these so-called Qingqi people, in terms of theoretical knowledge of men and women, and the romantic battles they have seen, must at least throw off the good family for three streets.

Therefore, Wang Chao's mention did not make the four girls very shy, but they all blushed slightly and laughed coquettishly.

Yuyan, who was bare-footed and had water sleeves hanging down to the ground, covered her mouth with long sleeves, and said with a smile: "Childe's mention yì sounds unfairly tight." ”

The voice was delicate, which made Wang Chao secretly think that this little girl would be able to call a good bed tone.

Wang Chao smiled and asked, "Oh, why is it unfair?"

"Isn't it unfair to Gongzi to recite poetry, but let him evaluate whether it is a good poem?" Yuyan smiled: "If Gongzi's poetry is really a rare good poem, if it is, but he wants to play tricks, what should Childe do?"

Only then did Wang Chao understand that this little girl's skin was not crying out for such a grievance, but for his big Wang Chao.

This made Wang Chao a little confused. Is Yuyan enlivening the atmosphere, or is she demolishing the stage?

Wang Chao, who had not communicated with the girls in the Qinglou, couldn't figure out what the girls in the building were thinking. But he didn't want to figure it out.

He came to have fun, not to observe the appearance and study the psychological condition of the woman, so he immediately smiled generously. Said: "If it is known as a double masterpiece of poetry and painting, I think it is also a full reader of poetry and books." It can get out of the mud in the green building without staining. I thought, such a strange woman. If I really write good poems, I should not deceive my conscience. ”

Hearing Wang Chao's comment of "out of the mud without staining", the slender eyebrows with a bit of heroism rose upward, a touch of gratitude flashed in his starry eyes, and he stepped forward and said proudly: "Childe said it well! Thanks to Childe's praise, this bet is accepted! If Childe can really chant good poems, he will never deny it!"

Wang Chao laughed. He clapped his hands and said: "Okay, serve the wine, serve the food, and play the piano and flute! Yuyan, you dance, Ziling, you go to help Ru Shi Yanmo! This son will show his poetry talent today, so that Ru is convinced!"

After a while, a team of maids rushed in, and the wine and food were served.

Hengbo and Xiuxin also sat down separately and set up the yaoqin. Pick up the jade flute.

If you spread out the rice paper, take the white jade paperweight and press the corner of the paper. Shen Ziling stood at the table, rolled up his cuffs, revealing a piece of his wrist that deceived the frost and snow. The Laughing Gang is grinding ink.

Ding ding dong, the transverse wave slender jade fingers stir the strings, and the sound of the piano like a spring under the moon flows to the fingertips. Xiuxin's red lips held the jade flute. The faint sound of the flute is touching.

In the ensemble of piano and flute, Yuyan stood on tiptoe. Flick the water sleeves, and the skirt flies. Dance of the Heavenly Maiden. Slender snow-white calves, plump and round thighs, floating in the corners of the skirt, looming.

Wang Chao drinking.

drank three big shots in one go, and chanted in a long voice: "By asking the to Ziyan, I once learned to dance for a long time." If you have to become a muddle, why die, and be willing to be a mandarin duck and not an immortal. ”

This is an excerpt from the Tang Dynasty poet Lu Zhaolin's seven-character long poem "The Ancient Meaning of Chang'an". In the ancient meaning of Chang'an, this paragraph was originally used to describe the wealthy singer. But Wang Chao pinched it off and used it here, but it is a portrayal of the girls in the Qinglou.

Like Hengbo, Xiuxin, Yuyan, and such a top brand Qingqi, they were all bought by Qinglou since childhood, and they have learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, music and dance, and they all have a good talent. But they are not free, and their learning is only for the sake of entertaining people. Their feelings are even more involuntary, even if they are moved by their true feelings, they will never enjoy the sweetness of love.

As soon as this poem came out, the sound of the horizontal wave of the piano and the sound of Xiuxin's flute couldn't help but be chaotic for a moment. Yuyan danced, but her eyes were hazy and crystalline.

The person who copied this poem with a pen was like this, and when he wrote the last sentence, his delicate body was slightly shocked, and he couldn't help but hold his breath, raised his head, and looked at Wang Chao with complicated eyes.

Wang Chao didn't call it like this, and immediately undressed. He has always advocated one go, so he plans to write ten or eight good poems in one go, and then let him get rid of all in one go.

Seeing that the four girls were touched by one of their own poems, Wang Chao had a bad temperament, stood up, smiled evilly, and chanted a poem again: "Fireworks prostitutes, pretty women dress up, and the groom changes every night in the cave room." A pair of jade wrists and thousands of pillows, half a red lip for thousands of customers to taste. pretended to be a little shy, and made a fake heart. Welcome the new and send the old to know how much, so the two lines of shame and tears. ”

Yes, the lord of the king just seemed to be lamenting the involuntary sorrow of the girls in the Qinglou, so he almost took a handful of sympathy tears for them, and now he was ruthlessly exposing the nature of the prostitutes in the Qinglou. By the way, it also exposed the extremely bad nature of Wang Chao.

As soon as this poem came out, the two daughters of Hengbo and Xiuxin, who were still a little moved just now, immediately gritted their silver teeth and glanced at Wang Chao with resentment. The ensemble of the piano and flute changed the gentleness of the talent and brought out a bit of the killing sound of the iron horse Jingo.

Yuyan also sneered, glanced at Wang Chao as if she was annoyed, threw up her water sleeves, and brushed Wang Chao's shoulders again and again, as if the little daughter clenched her fists and pretended to beat him on the shoulder in shame.

If so, he copied two sentences, and then angrily stacked pens. After thinking about it, he couldn't understand his hatred, so he changed his pen to a large pen, full of thick ink, and simply painted the two sentences copied down into ink balls.

Wang Chao didn't think it was wrong, laughed, and chanted a poem: "By the broken bridge outside the post, there is no owner in loneliness." It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. ”

This poem sings about the plum blossom wind bones, used here, Hengbo, Xiuxin, and Yuyan all feel that Wang Chao is praising his own wind bones, and at the moment he is secretly happy and shy. If so, he also copied it quickly, and his heart was very comfortable, and he said that this poem is written about me? This son really has a pair of discerning eyes.

It's a pity that they were happy too early, how could they imagine Wang Chao's badness?

But seeing Wang Chao drinking three cups, wiping his mouth, unfolding the folding fan, shaking the fan and groaning: "The waist of the palace is slender." is a young man, and he has just been provoked. Hammerhead with a weeping poplar. Beginners learn strict makeup, like a depiction of the body. The rain is shy and affectionate, and the measures are coquettish. Fighting for Nai's heart, he didn't pity his son-in-law first, it was late at night, and he refused to enter the mandarin quilt, and Xie Luo Nong, Yingying stood up with a silver trick on his back, but he said that you sleep first. ”

This is the old hooligan's description of the shame of a prostitute and a prostitute when they go to bed......

The girls were confused again, and Hengbo and Xiuxin didn't know how many times they played the wrong string and blew the wrong note. If so, I can't wait to throw the big pen full of ink at Wang Chao. Although Yuyan still danced, she turned to Wang Chao several times, and a pair of slender and beautiful legs were eager to try, looking like she wanted to give him a kick.

Even Shen Ziling, who had been smiling and grinding, couldn't help but cry and laugh a little in his eyebrows.

On the one hand, she was surprised by Wang Chao's talent, but she didn't expect Wang Chao, a high-ranking monk who kills people without blinking, to have such a poetic talent.

On the other hand. She also felt that Wang Chao was really worthy of being a villain who killed people on the street, and even writing poetry was so bad, obviously talented. He used crooked talents to ridicule and ridicule prostitutes, profoundly exposing his villain and even demonic nature.

This contradictory feeling made Shen Ziling not know how to accurately evaluate Wang Chao. I can only cry and laugh.

At this time, Wang Chao had already entered the state, drinking heavily. One side of the exit into a chapter: "Beauty rolls beaded curtains, sits deep on the eyebrows of the moth and ......"

"There are beautiful women in the south. Ronghua Ruo Tao Li ......"

"The high pavilion is gone, and the small garden is full of flowers......"

"It's too late to find self-hatred, and I have seen it in previous years......

"The green mountains are hidden in the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn......"

"You don't see, the water of the great river comes up from the sky, and it flows to the sea and does not return......"

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without blind date......"

Wang Chao drank a glass of wine and chanted a poem, and in a blink of an eye, the three jars of wine were empty.

At the beginning, he only sang about the beauty of the flowers, and then he didn't care about the situation, whether he was taking advantage of it, whether he was heroic or graceful, whether he was in the palace or in the harem, saying goodbye or homesickness, in short, he thought of something, and he had a good time. I only copied it so that my wrist was sour and my knuckles hurt.

But despite the tiredness, the beautiful eyes are amazingly bright. Her pretty face was dyed red, and her forehead was shiny.

Hengbo and Xiuxin are also Xia Fei's cheeks, and their beautiful eyes are as bright as stars, and they do their best to accompany Wang Chao. Every time he recites a poem, they play a piece of music that matches the mood of the poem.

Yuyan was already dancing and sweating, her long white dress was soaked into translucency, and the infinitely beautiful scenery loomed. But she didn't stop, but danced more crazy and more devoted. It is like burning all the enthusiasm and even all the life and soul in this hot dance.

Shen Ziling's signature squinting fox smile had disappeared, and he only looked at Wang Chao with a good eye, his eyes were extremely complicated, and he couldn't tell the love and hatred.

Wang Chao recited a hundred poems in one breath, and finally ran out, picked up a wine jar, drank all the wine in the altar, and said with a smile: "Wang Chao has a hundred poems about wine, and the Qinglou in Xuanyue City sleeps." The Emperor of Heaven does not come to the palace, since Yunwu is an immortal in the poem!"

Wang Chao threw the altar to the ground, smashed it to pieces, sat on the couch, let loose the wreckage, pointed at it and said with a smile: "If so, is my poem good? Are you willing to admit defeat?"

After copying the last word, he pursed his lips and carefully dried the ink. She looked at the thick stack of paper full of poems, smiled with satisfaction, raised her wrist, and wiped the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand, but she didn't guard against the ink on her hand, and stained her crystal forehead with a faint ink mark.

Hearing Wang Chao's question, he raised his head and smiled at Wang Chao: "Gongzi is really an immortal in poetry, he can listen to Gongzi's masterpieces, he can see his talents in person, and he can copy Gongzi's hand-me-down poems. ”

After that, she walked in front of Wang Chao generously, undressed her clothes, and took off her clothes.

The long skirt fell, the desecrated clothes were unraveled, and in a moment, a delicate and transparent beauty body was presented in front of Wang Chao without concealment.

Wang Chao stared at the girl with burning eyes, and the aggressive eyes made Ru can't help but clamp his legs, raise his hands, and protect his chest.

No matter how rich her theoretical knowledge is, no matter how much she is accustomed to seeing romantic battles, she is always a clear man who has not been combed, how can she bear the aggressive eyes of Wang Chao, an old rascal? After being stared at by Wang Chao a few times, she suddenly dyed all over her body, and her legs also became weak for a while, trembling slightly.

Wang Chao smiled and hooked his finger towards Ru. With a slight shock, Bei Yan bit his lips lightly, hesitated slightly, and stepped forward, was grabbed by Wang Chao, and snuggled into his arms.

The Qingqi people in the Qinglou say that they are selling their art but not their bodies, but how many of them can really keep the mud clean?

If it is very clear, don't look at her red and purple now, but one day, it will inevitably turn from clear to red.

Rather than being forced by power or money to hand over his first night to a bad old man or the second ancestor of straw bags, it is better to give it to this talented young poet.

At least, when Lao Hua gets old in the future, he recalls the excitement of tonight, and he can sigh that this life is in vain.

The flute did not stop, and the dance continued. Shen Ziling held a thick stack of rice paper, and looked at the hundreds of poems recorded with a graceful stroke of good words with a bit of style.

They are all good poems that can be passed down through the generations. If so, the words are indeed worthy of these poems.

Shen Ziling sighed, and his gaze fell to Wang Chao's side unconsciously.

It was a ridiculous sight over there. Wang Chao sat on the couch, his legs apart, and straddled his waist. The girl put her hands around Wang Chao's neck, and Wang Chao's big hands wrapped around her upright buttocks.

Looking at the movements of the two of them, listening to the delicate moans like a pipe and crying, how could Shen Ziling, who was already a passerby, not know what the two were doing? Although Wang Chao had a table full of wine and food in front of him, blocking the most secret parts of the two, Shen Ziling could also imagine the picture that made people blush and hot.

The beautiful sound of the flute is mixed with the sound of water.

The atmosphere in the private room was heating up, and Yuyan, who was dancing wildly, seemed to be unable to stand the heat, and the long skirt on her body, which had been soaked with fragrant sweat, suddenly flew up in pieces. In the blink of an eye, there were only two long streamers left on her body, skillfully wrapping around her delicate body, blocking the secret realm between her legs and the top of her chest.

When the snow-white streamers are flying like clouds, the bean kou on the top of Yuyan's mountain, the peach source of the secret realm, looms.

Wang Chao laughed, and with a wave of his big hand, the blue light wave spread, enveloping the entire room.

He had sealed off the room, and until he lifted it, no one would be able to break into it unless it was a monk who outnumbered him in absolute strength.

Then, Wang Chao held his hands and stood up from the couch. So every detail of the union between the two is exposed to others.

Hengbo and Xiuxin's piano and flute ensemble was finally messed up, their pretty faces were flushed, and their hearts were in turmoil. Yuyan unconsciously danced to Wang Chao's side, hugged Wang Chao's neck behind herself, and her delicate body like the ups and downs of the mountains was attached to Wang Chao's back.

The atmosphere is even more enthusiastic. The delicate fairy sounds hummed by the girls echoed in this closed private room. One by one, they fell to the ground. The sound of fierce collision and the sound of water participated in the ensemble, and occasionally a girl's painful moan was heard, or a man's heroic laughter.

Shen Ziling looked at the situation in the room with an expressionless face. Looking at the four delicate bodies that are crystal clear and snowy, and the limbs of a bronze male body are entwined. Unconsciously, her face was red and her heart was beating, her legs were weak, and her thighs were swollen and sore, as if there was a faint tide, soaking through her dirty clothes.

"You come too!" Wang Chao walked over with two delicate girls hanging on his body. The one hanging in his arms has been replaced by Xiuxin. The one hanging behind him was also replaced by a transverse wave. If it is like Yuyan, they are all shyly lying on the damp brocade couch.

The powerful big hand grabbed Shen Ziling without saying a word, and without allowing her to resist, he peeled off her purple clothes.

Like peeling off bamboo shoots, the clothes are layered, revealing the tender white bamboo shoot meat, and when you touch it, it is like being able to pinch out the tenderness of water.

Shen Ziling closed his eyes, sighed in resignation, and under Wang Chao's teasing, he fell on the table with his legs straight, and raised his plump peach-shaped buttocks. (To be continued......)