The thoughts and actions of the service industry can never be harmonious. Although he scolded Ning Que in his mind, the smile on his face had already bloomed like a flower, and he greeted it without hesitation. He put his hand to his lips and shouted to the quiet and lonely girls upstairs. "Girls! Ning Que is here!

His voice stunned countless people in the building. Those students who pretended to be shy or pretended to be proud of their experience were attracted to Ning Que's desk. Situ Yilan held the teacup and opened her mouth. Jin Wucai could no longer maintain his calm appearance. They were all amazed at the reception Ning Que received, and everyone in the Red-Sleeved House knew who he was. The students looked upstairs in a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and suspicion. They wanted to know how many girls would show up after hearing Steward Hua's words.

The bamboo beats and light songs on the stage imperceptibly stopped, plunging the building into silence. No beautiful woman rushed out to greet Ning Que, and no woman smiled and beckoned to him. Not even a lady sent their maid to check on the situation. Students who were expecting the performance were disappointed, although some finally regained their sense of balance. Just when Situ Yilan began to feel bored, they heard a sound of footsteps.

The sound was discordant, large and small beads fell on the jade plate, and the light tinkling of the rain hit the Spring Breeze Pavilion. Six or seven ladies, accompanied by maids, came out of the backyard and filled the hall like a river to the sound of pearls shaking and the murmuring of women. They approached Ning Que, and lately all questioned his absence through whispered accusations, doting concern, or frowning concern. All in all, it turned out to be a lively scene.

At this moment, a little girl with two cute tufts of hair poked her head out of the lonely top floor. She is Xiaocao, Miss Jane's maid. Her dark eyes swept across the crowd, but she didn't see who she was looking for. She shouted unhappily: "Ning Que, where is Sangsang?" You've hidden her in the store again!

On the night when the ladies of the Red Sleeves House were preparing for the palace dance, they were so bored that they teased the fragile and sensitive Ning Que to run into the building. Since then, subtle changes have taken place. Whether it's the most popular like Dew Drop and Lu He, or ordinary, they are all very enthusiastic about him. There are three main reasons for this.

First of all, this is thanks to Ning Que's clean and refreshing appearance. He is one of the few teenagers to see in a brothel. He is articulate, lovable, and respectful of the ladies. Since they didn't share that kind of relationship, they were able to have a pure and relaxed friendship. After exchanging gossip several times in a brothel, they gradually became acquainted. Secondly, Dew Drop dotes on this teenager very much, for some personal reasons. This led to other ladies respecting him more as well.

The most important reason is, of course, Miss Jane herself. She had shown some level of concern for the teenager. It's not obvious, but it's a rare display of emotion for Miss Jane, who is cold and sometimes disgusted with men. For Dew Drop and Lu Xue, this may not matter, but the other ladies, if they can win Miss Jane's favor, are willing to treat Ning Que warmly, and even sleep with him.

But his classmates at the academy didn't know this, and they didn't know how many times he had been to the House of Red Sleeves this spring. Looking at the bustling scene around the wine table and listening to the gentle and beautiful voice, they were already dumbfounded.

Situ Yilan gradually closed her mouth and put down the cup. She couldn't help but turn to Kim Wucai, who was panting like a man in clothes. Lu Xue, who had refused the invitation twice, sat next to Ning Que and gently fed him melon seeds while chatting. Chu Youxian didn't lie. Ning Que was indeed the VIP of this place. This guy is treated with more respect than any of my pretentious cousins.

While they were still talking, Ning Que ended the chat with the ladies and crossed his hands in front of him to say goodbye. He raised the beautiful Lu Xue's hand and walked to Situ Yilan's table together. He smiled and said, "Miss Situ, I will introduce the beautiful Lu Xue to you." Think about how hard she's been working on dance practice lately and get her to leave early to rest.

Situ Yilan stood up and pretended to be angry. "That's between us girls. Mind your own business. Then she turned around and bowed to Lu Xue. "Sister Lu Xue, I've always wanted to meet you. I've always wanted to ask you about Hu Xuanwu's middle three kicks. Since I have had the privilege of meeting you here, I hope you will inspire me.

Lu Xue frowned. In fact, she was a little tired, but she knew she didn't have the privilege of being a popular one.

Jin Wucai also stood up and gently knocked her open fan into place with his hand. She smiled. "Lu Xue, Sister Situ wants to learn the Fa and perform the dance as a gift to General Yunhui for his 60th birthday. She doesn't have to learn it today. She just wants you to take some time out to teach her.

"I see." Lu Xue smiled. "I'm just going to do a short dance tonight. The next time Miss Situ needs me, just let me know in advance. It doesn't matter if you come here or I go to your mansion. Both are convenient.

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Hu Wu has nothing to do with the barbarian tribes of the steppe. Rather, it originated in the Yuelun Kingdom and is said to be a ritual dance of the rainforest tribes there. It is known for its fast and enjoyable rhythm. The dancer's upper body poses in a static celestial beauty scattering flowers, while the lower body trembles rapidly with the movement of the waist, abdomen, and thighs to the rhythm of the song, with a clear contrasting beauty.

This dance is very difficult. The bottom three kicks are relatively easy to achieve, but it is a challenge to complete the middle three or even the top three while keeping the upper body still. The best Hu dancer in the world was Lu Xue in Chang'an City, the Tang Empire, the House of Red Sleeves.

The soft, quiet sound of the pipe wafts through the tinkling of the small lute. In the dim light of the quiet building, the curtains were opened, revealing Lu Xue in a tight dance costume, exposing her belly. Her eyes were gentle, her hands crossed over her chest, and she kept her eyes down. Neither her eyelashes nor her fingertips trembled in the slightest. Her bare snow feet danced to the beat. As the sound of the lute grew faster and faster, so did her steps. Her tightly wrapped thighs and buttocks shook incessantly, as if struck by a light. Her bare abdomen revealed a subtle mark of beauty......

The dance was met with thunderous applause. Then, the hall returned to its former lively and warm atmosphere. Situ Yilan solemnly raised a glass of wine to toast Li Xue, and the others echoed a few words. Lu Xue, who was exhausted, gently forgave herself and returned to the courtyard to rest.

Beauty and Hu Le are the best companions for drinkers. There are more than 20 lively young students in the hall of the Red Sleeve House. The wine ran out quickly. The sound of students playing an elegant guessing game is mixed with the rattling of students rolling dice in another game. The noisy hall was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Tonight, Chu Youxian and Steward Hua helped Ning Que win a big victory. He naturally became the center of joy. Whether they were close to him or not, his classmates approached him with wine glasses and tried to get him drunk for various reasons. In the beginning, they would still make him drink under the guise of a drinking game. Soon, they realized that Ning Que was a genius in this type of game. After he won more than a dozen rounds, they just let him drink straight away.

Ning Que loves to drink wine and savor the aftertaste of wine. In the years he and Sangsang have been together, he has basically never stopped drinking. Unfortunately, or perhaps sadly, his tolerance to alcohol never increased. He would basically get so drunk that he didn't even get a chance to get drunk.

With the encouragement of his classmates, Ning Que soon became completely drunk. He forced his half-open eyes to widen, trying to pretend to be awake in order to scare away the enemy. But his slurred words betrayed his low alcohol tolerance. He tried to raise his glass to look at the moon to avoid his classmates, only to find that there was no moon hanging in the sky that night. He then tried to lean against the armrest and feign despair while reciting a poem. But he found that he could not reach the handrail and could not remember any poetry.

He can't remember the poetry of his past life or his present life.

He didn't know when it started, but the table he was sitting at had been moved to the handrail at the back of the hall, near the small pool of wet bamboo. But he was half-paralyzed, limping on the edge of the table, and had long forgotten what he was going to do.

It's much quieter here than in the halls. Situ Yilan sat next to him, her feet on the armrest, looking at the stars blankly, gently shaking a small pot of cold Yulou snow wine. It is clear that this noble lady has a much higher alcohol tolerance than he does. With a bright glint in her eyes, she asked him,

"Ning Que, how did you meet the princess?"

He looked up and rubbed the space between his brows. Then he raised his chopsticks and continued to look for vinegar pickles, casually replying, "We met on the road."

"How did you meet on the road?" Situ Yilan turned around and stared at him with interest.

He put chopsticks in a small pastry. He covered his forehead and replied in annoyance, "I picked her up on the road, so we met."

Situ Yilan said helplessly: "I think there must be something wrong with your memory." You can't pick up the princess on the road.

The drunken Ning Que said with a smile. "I do have a problem with my memory. All I picked up on the road were precious things. I'm not going to pick up a stupid piece of wood. Where did I meet the princess? Oh, you know, I'm a soldier in Wei City......"