Chapter 66

Maybe it's the 'old mother' who survived the little red card more than ten years ago, holding the hand of the young monk and going upstairs.

Far from middle age, he has become more and more ripe with the charming charm of the peach that can be experienced through the skin of the fruit with his eyes closed, and deduced it to the delicate 'old mother', who 'clamped' the young monk's arm with the two lumps of flesh on her chest.

Xu Xiaoxian was in a bad mood, opened his eyes and closed his eyes, not close to work, not in a hurry.

The glamorous old mother understood it, her eyes were like silk, and she couldn't wait to rub this handsome and golden young monk into her bones, and boldly asked:

"Childe Shen Yun, my sister likes it tightly. If the son is doing fairy work, he is used to having someone waiting by his side, and his sister is willing to serve.

If the son doesn't like the green and astringent taste of those girls, the sister is more willing to 'blow and sing' and 'grind the ears and temples' in person, and keep the son without spending money in vain, and have fun! . ”

Xu Xiaoxian didn't nod or shake his head, took out five or six silver tickets from his pocket with one hand, ripped open the collar of the 'old mother', and stuffed them in.

Starting, it is a piece of indescribable softness.

Then he laughed and said: "It's easy to say, I'm afraid that my sister won't be sincere!"

The 'old mother', who was not young, but still beautiful, did not look at the silver ticket that the young monk had stuffed into his collar, nor did she thank him, but gave up her eyes like silk, and lowered her eyebrows more and more, like a little daughter-in-law of a good family, snuggling up to the young monk, pondering the young monk's age.

He is carrying an ancient sword on his back, his whole body breathes as if he is nothing, his temperament is extraordinary, he must not be a mortal, listening to the accent, it seems that he came down from the Baopu Palace, it is a real little fairy.

The old mother was also young, waiting to serve others, and even more so waiting for a different way to serve others as she grew older.

This is the experience of crawling in the big dye vat, and it has little to do with age.

She knew her strengths, but she wasn't sure what the young monk meant.

She knows that mature women no longer wear heavy makeup, they will use light makeup to beaw themselves, and make themselves more energetic and energetic in "not showing mountains and water".

She does this very well, unlike those young girls who have just entered the industry and deliberately pleases people who can't please them.

She knows that a mature woman is a pure and elegant landscape painting in the eyes of men, with ups and downs, and spring water.

This point varies from person to person, and the scale is large, and she is not sure about the age of the young monk, and she is not sure about the meaning of the young monk, so she is not sure.

From the very beginning, the young monk's frivolous words and frivolous movements seemed to reveal a trace of a man's youthful restlessness in his bones.

Actually, otherwise, she knew that from the very beginning, the young monk's heart was like water, and his heart was not distracted.

The only thing she doesn't understand is that he's not acting, he's just doing whatever comes to mind.

But what is he doing here?

She no longer thinks about it, no matter what, having money to take is not a bad thing after all.

Nearly a thousand taels of silver are not earned casually, and it is far easier than dealing with three or five high rollers a night when I was young.

The two went up to the third floor.

Xu Xiaoxian picked a VIP box called 'Peony Pavilion', broke free from the 'old mother's hand without a trace, took off the ancient sword, sat on a large wisteria wooden chair, and rested his legs on the coffee table.

The young monk did not enter the box as the 'old mother' expected, and changed his style of painting, like a half-grown man who had just begged his mother-in-law and first farmed, and couldn't wait to 'be a pillar of optimus', but like a snobbish little businessman, he took out a thick stack of silver tickets from his pocket and counted them in his hand.

There are forty-nine in total, that's four thousand nine hundred taels!

Is the picture weird?

No.

Let the glamorous woman who has not been in battle in person for a long time deal with the high rollers, there is a trace of disappointment in her heart, if the young monk enters the box, she will be hungry and hungry, and she will be completely evil, she can accept it, and she may be happy to accept it without giving money.

If the young monk could still be as she thought in her heart, or a little more wild, it would also be an excellent experience for a beautiful woman who was still a little moved in her heart, not to mention a young woman.

The old mother watched the young monk count the silver tickets, and then took out seven or eight gold leaves from her arms and placed them on the silver tickets, restraining the little woman's thoughts, and for a while she couldn't figure out his mentality, but she still didn't give up.

She asked carefully, "Does the son use some refreshments and listen to some songs before doing business?" Or do you take a bath first, and then go with your sister to pick out some clever girls, so that you can love them?"

Xu Xiaoxian smiled, pushed the silver ticket placed on the coffee table forward, and said softly:

"Dare to ask my sister, there is still a girl named 'Peony' in the Drunken Immortal Building, if there are many who have taken the name 'Peony'.

Then I asked about the 'peony' girl from fifteen years ago. Two big lumps of flesh on the chest, a 'peony' girl. 'Peony girl' with eighty taels of silver a night"

The glamorous old mother thought for a while and said suspiciously: "It would be a pity if the son asked about the little red card 'peony' fifteen years ago." Ten years ago, she fell ill and had already left the building. ”

Xu Xiaoxian nodded and said with a smile: "Sister will go and make a pot of good tea first, and then go and help my son choose a girl who can sing 'Camellia Girl'. Anyone who can sing well can do it. ”

The glamorous woman nodded and said softly, "Okay! Bao Gongzi is satisfied." ”

Xu Xiaoxian picked up a gold leaf, put it next to his teeth and bit it, looked at the beautiful woman of the half-aged, twisted the small waist that most men are interested in and went out, and suddenly smiled evilly: "Sister made tea, go wash it too." ”

The glamorous woman didn't dare to look back.

Flee.

......

Peony girl is sick?

Xu Xiaoxian knows that crawling and rolling in the stinky ditch of Goolan all the year round is like walking by the river, how can there be a reason not to wet your shoes.

Some of the people who mix in the tick will be more or less infected.

The illness is not big or small, and it can be cured with silver. If you don't have money, then wait for death slowly.

Of course, even if it is cured, it will be kicked out of the door. Think about it, who would spend their money on a girl with a sick root?

Isn't that looking for a diaphragm?

The peony girl is sick.

Xu Xiaoxian didn't have too many waves in his heart, but he just hoped that the peony girl who let her master Li Daniu squander more than eighty taels of silver fifteen years ago belonged to the former.

Tea Kung Fu.

The glamorous woman carried a delicate food box and a set of high-quality purple sand tea sets, knocked on the door.

What imprinted into Xu Xiaoxian's eyes was a single and thin girl.

Her eyebrows and eyes are like carvings with a fine brush, beautiful to the extreme, but she lacks the aura given by youth, carrying a pipa and a pale yellow dress, and she is brittle and blesses Xu Xiaoxian.

Xu Xiaoxian waved her hand and motioned for her to sit down and adjust the pitch of the pipa.

The glamorous old mother, pouring water to boil tea, flowing water, is still like a bottle of adult wine that has just opened the altar, which makes people intoxicated.

Dimly.

No.

Extricate oneself.

'Partridges swim all over the mountains in March, and rivers flow everywhere in April'

'The tea girl walks on the tea mountain, and the tea song flies on the white clouds'

'The hare in the grass scurried over the slope, and the thrush in the tree left its nest'

'Jiangxin carp jumped out of the water, to listen to the sisters' tea picking song'

'Tea picking sisters go up the tea mountain, a layer of white clouds and a layer of sky'

'Full of mountain tea trees planted by hand' hard work in exchange for tea garden'

'Qingshan picks tea and smokes tea buds, quickly pinch fine tea while the time is made'

'The wind blows the fragrance of the tea tree for thousands of miles, covering the jasmine flowers in the garden'

'The tea girl is always busy, getting up early to pick tea and planting rice late'

'Get up early to pick tea and dew, and plant seedlings late with the moon. ’

The strings of the lute move.

Carry somebody away.

The thin girl's voice is like heaven.

Xu Xiaoxian tasted tea, listened to the song, and pushed the door.

Get out of the building.

Nearly 6,000 taels of silver, but I drank a cup of tea and listened to a song "Lady of the Camellias".

Soon.

But he whispered:

"Sister and sister wash up, this son will go to Baopu City first, and then come to fight with my sister and sister for three hundred rounds. ”

This time, the glamorous old mother knew that this young and handsome man stepped out of this door.

He won't come back.

...... "I wanted to take everyone to see the peony girl, but unfortunately she was sick, eh...... It's a bit of a pity, yo ......"