Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

The owner of these eyes, Ximen Qing, is very familiar.

Because Ximen Qing had slapped this person in the face several times.

Gao Yanei.

When Gao Yanei saw Ximen Qing, he stood up reflexively, and was angrily scolded by a young man next to him: "This hasn't started yet, where are you going?"

Ximen Qing smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "So it's Gao Yanei."

Gao Yanei coughed in embarrassment and sat down, explaining to the young man, "Something seems to have stabbed my buttocks."

"Nonsense!" The boy frowned slightly, and glanced at Ximen Qing: "This is..."

"The compound surname Ximen's single name is Qing." Ximen Qing said with a smile, "I haven't asked for advice yet..."

"Are you the Ximen Commander who slapped Gao Yanei several times?" The young man stumbled and said with a smile, "No wonder Gao Yanei wanted to hide when he saw you."

Gao Yanei said angrily: "Whoever wants to hide, they all said that the ass was stabbed!"

The young man seemed to have heard something very interesting, he laughed and shook his head, then nodded slightly at Ximen Qing and said, "It turns out that I am Commander Ximen, Xiaosheng... is a friend of Gao Yanei, you can call me Mr. Huan .”

Ximen Qing corrected with a smile: "Mr. Huan, from one moment to another, now I am already an officer of the Imperial City Division, but I won't mention it on this occasion."

"Officer?" Mr. Huan thought thoughtfully, "Isn't the official in the Imperial City Division one surnamed Tan and the other Qian?"

"I'm also a new job officer, maybe Mr. Huan doesn't know about it." Ximen Qing was smiling, but he was thinking about it in his heart.

The tone of Mr. Huan's mention of Huangcheng Division is really... a bit strange. Ordinary people are a little scared when they hear the word "Huangcheng Division", but this Mr. Huan is calm, it seems that Huangcheng Division is run by their family ...

"Wait!" Ximen Qing pondered for a while, estimated the age of Mr. Huan, and then looked at Gao Yanei's attitude, and suddenly cursed in his heart: "What kind of shit, Mr. Huan, he is obviously the elder brother of King Jia Zhao Kai. Crown Prince, Zhao Huan!"

A few days ago, Ximen Qing wanted to see what kind of virtue Song Qinzong is today, but he didn't expect to meet the so-called "Mr. Huan" here today.

Zhao Huan was only eighteen months older than Zhao Kai, but one was the crown prince and the other was the third son of the emperor. Although Zhao Ji preferred Zhao Kai, the third son of the emperor, Zhao Huan was the real crown prince and future heir.

What the scholar-officials maintain is the order of the elders and the young. Even if the first twins fall to the ground first, the eldest son, as long as they are not foolish or foolish, and there is no major mistake such as rebellion, in the end they will still be the heir to the throne supported by the scholar-bureaucrats.

But what kind of father, there is what kind of son.

Zhao Huan's father, Zhao Ji, set an example and went to meet Li Shishi in micro-clothes. Zhao Huan was brought to Baihualou by Gao Yanei to participate in this kind of activity.

Although Ximen Qing doesn't think that as a man, there is nothing to blame for such behavior in this era, but please...you are the eldest son of the emperor!

At least King Jia Zhao Kai took the job of promoting the Imperial City Secretary very seriously. From this point of view, Zhao Huan was not as numerous as Zhao Kai.

The rest of the people at the banquet heard that Ximen Qing was an officer of the Imperial City Department, and they were all a little moved, and they rushed to say hello; Ximen Qing also saw each of them with a smile.

There are also a few people who seem to be obsessed with what they have in their cups and don't look up.

One of them, an old man in his 60s and [-]s, caught Ximen Qing's attention. After all, this kind of activity is mostly for young people. Baihualou can invite this old man, and he is placed in the head seat, which means that this person is not in a high position. He is the best among literati.

Sitting next to Ximen Qing was a scholar surnamed Huang. He looked like a pretentious young talent, and his words were full of disdain: "His? You are blind. When you are old, you can only drink alcohol, so how can you write such a good word like a knife like water?"

And knives like water?

This seems to have aroused some memories of Ximen Qing.

Because this word is so famous, and it involves a story between the emperor, a prostitute and a wit.

Ximen Qing could vaguely recite it.

With a sword like water, Wu Yan beats snow, and a slender hand breaks a new orange.The brocade tent is warming up for the first time, and the scent of beasts keeps coming. They sit opposite each other and tune the sheng.

Ask in a low voice: "Who are you going to spend the night with? It's already three o'clock in the city. The horses are slippery and frosty, so it's better to stop, because few people go."

According to the description in a novel written by a literati, this is the gifted Zhou Bangyan at Li Shishi’s house. As a result, the Emperor Daojun was fortunate enough to avoid it in time, so Li Shishi asked Zhou Bangyan to hide under the bed. Later, he wrote an article "Youth Tour" about it.

It is said that Li Shishi also composed this word into a song and sang it to the Taoist emperor Zhao Ji, which made the officials feel a little embarrassed, but the word was written so well that Zhao Ji finally let the talented Zhou Bangyan go.

Looking at the old man who was almost sixty in front of him, Ximen Qing couldn't imagine that this guy would get under the bed.

This "Youth Tour" is mostly Zhou Bangyan's experience in the brothel Goulan when he was young, and it has been attached to a familiar story by later generations, which is just right to talk about after dinner.

Ximen Qing remembered the last time he and Yan Qing hid behind the screen of Li Shishi's house, and couldn't help laughing out loud. Fortunately, he was not a talented person, so he would not become very popular because of his poetry.

What Ximenqing is asking for is Zhao Ji's warrant for tax exemption. With this, I don't know how much money he can save!

"Good wine!"

The old man on the opposite side patted the table vigorously, obviously already a little drunk: "Jingyangchun... good!"

This was nothing more than the ravings made by the drunk, which aroused the laughter in the banquet.

"This old man is drunk, hurry up and help him down!" The scholar surnamed Huang next to him said loudly: "It's time to spoil the fun in a while!"

"Who's drunk?" Zhou Bangyan raised his head, his eyes half-opened and half-closed: "Who's spoiling the fun?"

Speaking of Zhou Bangyan struggling to get up, the girl from Baihualou next to him supported him, and staggered towards this side.

The scholar surnamed Huang stood up without any fear: "It's none other than you, Zhou Meicheng, who spoils the fun! Do you think you can come up with any good words? You just came here to cheat and drink!"

Zhou Bangyan's face turned red when he heard this, and he raised his fist as if to hit: "Young people are talking nonsense, how old are you, and what good words have you made?"

"I didn't underestimate you. With your old arms and legs, can you still stand up to it?" The scholar surnamed Huang sneered.

Ximen Qing smiled slightly, as long as he didn't hit himself, it was just a fun to watch.

Talented scholars and scholars, no matter how pretentious they are, will roll up their sleeves and fight in the end.

"Presumptuous!" Zhao Huan slammed the table on the side suddenly: "What is this, so nonsense?"

This little episode naturally aroused Baihualou's idea, and three or five came quickly, and took the drunk Zhou Bangyan down. The young man surnamed Huang also felt bored and left quietly.

Zhao Huan hummed, turned his head and continued drinking with Gao Yanei; Ximen Qing shook his head secretly, and saw the gauze curtain in front of the head seat being pulled up.

"Is this about to start?"

Ximen Qing looked around, and it turned out that the opposite was a huge room occupying two floors, with stairs in the middle to go up and down; many glazed lamps were lit, like a stage; other seats on the third floor also opened the gauze curtains, but this The head seats on the side have the best view. It seems that there are many guests on the second floor, but all they can see is the lower stage.

The surrounding lights were dimmed, and the second-floor stage in the middle was more and more brightly lit; at the same time, more girls from Baihualou entered the seats to serve the distinguished guests who came.

Ximen Qing saw that Gao Yanei was frowning and was about to drink away the girls from Baihualou who came to serve him, and secretly laughed that this guy really likes mature wives, but he is not interested in these young girls.

But Zhao Huan pulled the young girl to his side, hugged her left and right, enjoyed it very much, opened his mouth as if mocking Gao Yanei for his lack of style.

To Ximen Qing's surprise, the one who came to serve him was Jiang Zhu who had just been there.

"Lord Ximen is an honored guest among the honored guests, the slave family must not neglect it."

As soon as Jiang Zhu arrived, she poured a glass of Jingyang Chun for Ximen Qing, rubbing her body against each other, making her look intimate.

When Ximen Qing came to this kind of occasion, he only wanted to have fun, and naturally he would not let go of the meat delivered to his door.

And more importantly, there are two things to get out of Jiang Zhu's mouth, so Ximen Qing doesn't mind using some tricks.

Sliding her fingers into the little coat, enjoying the creaminess; Jiang Zhu smiled slightly, and quietly untied the little coat, allowing Ximen Qing to explore inside easily.

Ximen Qing held the two balls, feeling the young and elastic feedback, but his fingers clamped the two pointy places, and twisted them lightly.

Jiang Zhu originally thought that the acting official was just as impatient as the other guests, but soon she had a different feeling.

Ximen Qing's offensive...was too violent, and Jiang Zhu couldn't bear it all at once.

"My lord... let the slave family go."

The crimson pearl powder face had already been stuck to Ximen Qing's face, and his body was limp in Ximen Qing's arms, feeling a little confused.

Ximen Qing chuckled twice, but he didn't relax his hands, making Jiangzhu short of breath and his chest fluctuated, but Ximen Qing followed the ups and downs and launched a more violent attack!

"Magpie Bridge Immortal" has already been sung on the opposite stage:

Xianyun is clever, Feixing spreads hatred, and Yinhan looms dark. When Jinfeng Yulu met, it won over countless people on earth.

Tenderness is like water, and the wedding is like a dream. I endure the magpie bridge and return.

Before the end of the song, Jiang Zhu had already been pushed to the top by Ximen Qing, and finally couldn't bear it and let out a loud cry.

This kind of situation has never happened in Jiang Zhu's career, which made her cover her mouth in panic.

The pleasure is still coming in waves one after another, but it is always a little bit away from the peak, making Jiang Zhu feel that she is working hard.

At this moment, Ximen Qing's magical hands stopped suddenly.

"How long has Mengqing been here?"