The Oiran in front of the Drunken Flower Building was like a cloud, standing in two rows in front of the door where the red lantern was hung high.

Yanyu Jiangnan is really a good kiln rich in beauty vases, passing by the drunken flower building is a handle will salivate, slender as the graceful waist of the onion, the beautiful scenery of the choppy waves on the chest, the aroma of rouge on the body curls with the wind, these Oiran standing at the door are placed at the gate to solicit guests of the vase, behind the arrogance of the Qinglou Hu servant, those hungry and thirsty prostitutes stared straight eyes, eager to pounce on it like a hungry wolf, regardless of the pedestrians is a storm, although these colored prostitutes are itchy and unbearable, but they can see the servants who stand behind the Oiran with arms and arms, most of them are just throwing out flattering eyes and slippery teasing, The more daring ones pretended to rub against the Oiran inadvertently, but it was inevitable that they would be pushed away by the Guanyin soldiers who were guarding behind the Oiran, and in the end they had to honestly go to the drunken flower building to dig out the silver.

Bai Yun and Zhang Yuruo, who changed into a green coat, left the inn and walked straight to the drunken flower building only one street away, I don't know if it is the meaning of the plain robe boy or another reason, as the personal maid of the plain robe, Qiu Li did not follow his own son to touch the drunken flower building this time, and enjoy the scenery of the Jiangnan Fengyue Cloud Field, it turned out to be a quiet detour at night, through the secluded alley to the most deserted side door of the drunken flower building, this Nanxun town is not big, even if the drunken flower building is the most prestigious smoke willow land in the town, but it is still compared to the wind and moon cloud field of the big city Xiong Town, the drunken flower building falls on the head of the long street and occupies a fairly spacious area, with three floors high, It is a bright scenery in the town, and when the purple clothes saw that there was no one around, their figures rose from the ground and climbed onto the roof.

Long Haotian has always been sleek and sophisticated, and he knows that he wears a plain robe like a worthless bitter cold scholar, if he dresses up in the drunken flower building this time, he will definitely make those prostitutes who spend a lot of money laugh off their big teeth, so he opened the ivory paper fan with ulterior motives and walked in front calmly.

Long Haotian generously stepped on the steps in front of the door of the drunken flower building, the inconspicuous plain robe could not cover the heroic spirit between his eyebrows, standing in front of the door to offer a vase of flattering guests, he saw a lot of stinky men who came to buy spring like wolves and tigers on weekdays, and it was extremely rare to focus his eyes on the body of the boy in the plain robe, and then looked at the group behind the boy in the plain robe, except for the middle-aged Dou Chang'an, who was full of scum, the sword-wielding young man and the young man in Tsing Yi who walked side by side were both delicate and extraordinary, especially the young man in Tsing Yi who was holding a three-foot and three long swords, and the sword scabbard had a cloud pattern rising on the scabbard, the Oiran are all ashamed of themselves.

A plump woman with heavy makeup chuckled a few times, consciously grabbed Long Haotian's arm, and said delicately: "This son is raw, but the first time he comes back to Drunken Flower Building?"

The woman with heavy makeup glanced at the rest of the Oiran again, and the Oiran came forward one after another, holding the arms of Bai Yun and Zhang Yuruo, but Dou Chang'an, who had tied a bun of balls, was left aside, and the middle-aged man with his eyes above the top looked disdainful, plucked out his ears, and walked into the Drunken Flower Building by himself.

Under the tutelage of the Oiran, three

People bypass the hall of the drunken flower building, the sandalwood is the beam, the crystal jade is the lamp, the seeping sandalwood floats above the hall like a cloud, the hall is crowded with prostitutes who come to look for flowers and ask the willow to drink and have fun, the hall of Nuoda has almost no room to turn around, fortunately, there is a woman with heavy makeup to lead the way, and everyone can easily pass through the sea of people to the side hall of the drunken flower building.

The woman in thick clothes was extremely enthusiastic, and her chest was close to the arm of the plain robe boy from beginning to end, if Qiu Li saw this scene, her cheeks would bulge with egg-sized cheeks, Long Haotian looked at it freely, and sometimes played with the ivory paper fan in her hand, like drinking Ganlin and enjoying it.

As one of the most senior veterans of the drunken flower building, the woman with heavy makeup has a good eye, and her eyes fell on the ivory folding fan of the first quality, the plain robe turned his head slightly, and the woman with heavy makeup immediately looked away with a smile, with her experience in the wind and moon field, the dress of this plain robe boy seems to be bitter and simple, but it is difficult to cover the heroism on his face, the ivory folding fan in his hand is a priceless treasure, which bitter cold scholar can hide such a treasure at home, if there is really one, where is there a hanging beam thorn strand, In order to turn into a phoenix overnight and ascend to the Son of Heaven Hall, this plain robe boy is by no means a poor sour scholar who can only read four books and five classics and has no two copper plates on his body. Jiangnan is as tender as water, not only the mountains and rivers are soft, but even the women are also soft, the drunken flower building has never lacked rich people who spend a lot of money for a night of spring supper, of course, there is no shortage of low-key children of famous families who buy spring, and there are also children of official families who come from far north to hunt for beauty, and women with heavy makeup who think that their eyesight is not inferior dare to assert that this plain robe boy is one of them.

Walking through the hall all the way, the most headache is Zhang Yuruo, who has changed into a green coat, with eyebrows like green feathers, muscles like white jade, and waist like a bundle of suke, stunning and especially better women, attracting many Oiran in the hall to marvel endlessly, swarming to compete for beauty, competing for this natural beautiful man to take a look, even if he knows that this Tsing Yi is coming to the drunken flower building to look for flowers and ask willows, but in the eyes of the Oiran is still a ruyi Langjun who is so dusty that he does not eat the fireworks of the world, if he can win the opportunity of a night of spring dinner, he has no complaints about these Oiran upside down silver.

Bai Yun stepped into the Fengyue Cloud Field for the first time, his left and right hands were surrounded by glamorous flowers, and his cheeks were flushed like a tide, but he could only pretend to be indifferent, and at the same time, Bai Yun was also watching carefully, always paying attention to the eyeliner that Tianlong would place in the drunken flower building, but the hall was crowded with people, but it was just such a short effort, where could he tell the difference.

The peach-clothed woman holding Baiyun's left arm was full of affection, she didn't expect to meet a young girl, she couldn't help but smile charmingly, picked up the green silk in her ear, gently leaned her face to the root of Baiyun's ear, and teased softly: "Childe, are you the first time? Don't be so restrained, once you are born and twice cooked, this is a good place, and those who come don't want to leave, let me serve Childe well later, and make Childe unforgettable for life." ”

The woman in peach clothes stuck out her tongue like an orchid, the aroma of rouge hooked her soul, and the white cloud, who was shallow in kung fu, was full of crisp and almost turned her head

Planted, fortunately, he stabilized his mind in time, in order not to leak traces and make the eyes of the Tianlonghui hidden in the shadows suspicious, Bai Yun had to pretend to be calm and replied with a smile and a nod.

And Zhang Yuruo, who was following behind Bai Yun and surrounded by crazy Oiran, changed his expression slightly, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The side hall is not big, it is about a place for Oiran to rest and sober up, bronze mirror wooden chairs and dressing materials are readily available, and a middle-aged woman who is a little more dignified than Oiran is leaning on a Taishi chair to close her eyes and recuperate.

The plump woman in thick clothes shouted softly: "Mother Zhang, there are guests!"

The woman on the Taishi chair immediately bounced up from the chair, slightly tidied up the carefully dressed bun, and walked swaying in the spring breeze, this amorous old bustard looked more than forty years old, as heavy makeup as other Oiran, and the waist and chest were not inferior to the popular Oiran, although it was the most gorgeous and lush age of women, but the were full of charm.

The old bustard nodded at the woman with heavy makeup holding Long Haotian's arm without missing a trace, and his gaze swept over the ivory folding fan in the hand of the plain-robed boy as if nothing happened. Who is the old bustard? It is the lord who is more delicate than the Oiran, and he knows it in his heart at the moment, and the boy in the plain robe in front of him is indeed not shallow.

The thoughtful old bustard flattered: "What does the son command?"

Long Haotian shook his sleeves, and when he was done, he put the ivory folding fan back into his sleeve, and said with a smile: "My son's surname is Wen, and I asked my subordinates to book the wing room yesterday, and I bothered Zhang's mother to lead the way." ”

The old bustard suddenly realized that it was the Wen Gongzi who had chartered the Spring Breeze Wing: "Ouch, it turned out to be Wen Gongzi, come and come." ”

The old bustard led everyone up to the third floor, along the corridor through, you can hear the sound of men and women frolicking in the rooms on both sides of the aisle from time to time, and even there are unbearable coquettish moans, such as wild bees and butterflies entangled in Zhang Yuruo's left and right Oiran, as early as before going upstairs by the old bustard waved his sleeves to disperse, can not win the Tsing Yi son and his relatives Fang Ze are disappointed and left, at this time Zhang Yuruo's left and right only two good Oiran with good appearance, after some tossing, Zhang Yuruo, who is easy to become a handsome son, looks ugly, as if he is very disgusted with this smoky miasma of the smoke willow moon field.

At the end of the corridor on the third floor, there are two wings that are half as spacious as the others, one of which is hung with a gold-printed wooden plaque engraved with the word Haoyue, and in front of the door of the other wing next to Haoyue, there is also an identical gold-printed wooden plaque engraved with the word "Spring Breeze".

The old bustard rolled up his sleeves to cover half of the corners of his mouth, like a young girl playing with the taste: "Childe can really know the goods, the two wings of Haoyue and Spring Breeze are the two largest wings of our drunken flower building, Sensei said that he is blindfolded and caught and hidden inside, even if he indulges in horse running inside, it is no problem, and he guarantees that Childe has a good time." ”

Bai Yun and Zhang Yuruo obviously couldn't understand the old bustard's extraneous voice and didn't react, but Long Haotian laughed: "Really?"

The old bustard's eyes were like silk: "Seriously!"

Long Haotian smiled, leaned into the old bustard's ear and said: "There are a lot of vases in the drunken flower building, and there are even more beautiful women, but this son has a good look, and none of them can be in the middle of it, which is a bit unworthy of the name.

About Zhang's mother, you can also hear that the accent of this son is not a southern accent, from the north thousands of miles to hunt for beauty and buy spring, but such a scene is not disappointing is fake, tonight is not happy, then Zhang's mother has to be willing to take out the pressure box of good goods. ”

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the old bustard took the opportunity to lean towards the plain robe boy, the two undulating chests like a hill rubbed softly on the arms of the plain robed boy, and the corners of the plain robe's mouth were gently hooked, putting on a casual appearance, full of the old fritters in the land of wind and flowers.

(End of chapter)