first-class champion

Duan Mingyu looked in the direction of Zhao Ji's finger, and in the distance stood a gorgeous pavilion, about four stories high, with colorful flags fluttering and lanterns hanging high, bright and magnificent, before approaching, he could hear the men The laughter and the girls' coquettish smiles.

Although Zhao Ji said that he was not a regular visitor here, he could still find the route, and he didn't want Lin Wanrong to lead the way, so he passed him and rushed straight to the gate of Cuiyun Pavilion.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, you're here." The enthusiastic bustard twisted her fat body and approached Zhao Ji, laughing loudly, her charming eyes almost made Duan Mingyu spit out her meal.The mother in the Tang Dynasty was really far from her back then. Compared with the entertainment venues she had experienced, Lin Wanrong's mother's figure and face were of a much higher grade than this Cuiyun Pavilion.

But think about it carefully, probably in this era, there can be such a large-scale and popular brothel, in this not very prosperous Chenzhou City, it can be regarded as one of the best.

What surprised Duan Mingyu even more was that Zhao Ji didn't hesitate to touch the old bustard's buttocks and said, "Sister Zhang, you miss me so much."

"Oh, my Lord Zhao, why haven't you come to see my sister for so long." Sister Zhang replied with a smile.

I really can't see it, a person who looks so honest is not only educated, but also can lead troops to fight, and what's more, he is also extremely proficient in playing these games.

Zhao Ji smiled and squeezed the old bustard's mother's buttocks a few times and said: "These days are urgent wars and busy with official duties, but I never thought of neglecting my sister. It's really my younger brother's fault." Master Zhao Ji teased the old bustard brazenly When he woke up, there was a little bit of joy in his eyes, as if he had a preference for the old woman.

It turns out that brat Zhao Ji likes this, Duan Mingyu smiled darkly.

Zhao Ji and the old bustard teased for a while, and finally Zhao Ji threw a white flower of silver onto the old bustard's white chest, and the old bustard smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for your reward. Upstairs and downstairs Girls, Mr. Zhao is here, take good care of Mr. Zhao."

Master Zhao triumphantly walked into the gate of Cuiyun Pavilion, and then said to Duan Mingyu who was stunned behind him: "How about it, brother Mingyu, learn more, to women, as long as you have money, how much money do you want?" How much. Whoever refuses to accept it will throw money at her and make her lie down."

He, Zhao Ji, was so proud of himself at this time that he completely forgot about that beautiful and elegant Qing Dynasty official, who seemed to be unable to be knocked down by any amount of money.

"Brother Zhao is very true, but judging by Mr. Zhao's technique, it seems that it is not the first time he has been able to practice it." Duan Mingyu had a teachable look on his face, but he laughed so hard in his heart, this point needs you teach?The pile of money I have for hanging around can kill you, Mr. Zhao.

Zhao Ji's old face blushed immediately, "Well, my servant, my brother... Well, it's just that sometimes I can't evade it, and it's just a play on the occasion, yes, it's a play on the occasion."

Although Zhao Ji was not as good as Duan Mingyu in writing essays, poems, and couplets, he seemed to think that he was superior to Gao Duan Mingyu in terms of the brothel's cheerful means, and finally regained his face.

From the beginning to the end, the bustard and the girls in the yard did not look at Duan Mingyu directly.

In this kind of welcoming and sending place, they have already cultivated a pair of piercing eyes. What an official Mr. Zhao is, the leader of Chenzhou, this piece of Mingyu is just Zhao Ji's follower, they never look straight Look, the leftovers in the master's mouth are the servant's turn.

Even though it was the beginning of night, there were quite a lot of guests who came to Cuiyun Pavilion **, everywhere in the building, Yingying Yanyan was playing with the guests, and people with white breasts and thighs made their eyes hurt.Even though Duan Mingyu had experienced this way for a long time, it was his first time visiting this brothel, so it was quite strange to look around for a while.

However, the girls in the skin and flesh business can only be regarded as average in appearance. It is estimated that the so-called Qing Dynasty ladies who perform arts but not sell themselves are the real top-notch goods.

As for the girls in this courtyard, although they were dressed revealingly, their looks were not enough for Duan Mingyu's eyes.

Wan Yanyan, Cheng Junyu, Li Yuying, who is not a beautiful person, is eleven or twelve-year-old Zhao Niang, who must be a rare beauty embryo in the future.

At this time, Zhao Ji was groping in the arms of the two girls on the left and right with skillful hands, and saw Duan Mingyu standing quietly beside him with a smile that was not a smile, Zhao Ji said strangely: "Brother Mingyu, Don’t you like the girls here? Oh, you don’t have to worry about the money, you go out whoring with me—oh, look for inspiration, of course I cover all the expenses.” Although this Zhao Ji didn’t have any ink, But it's good for those who are close to friends.

Duan Mingyu said with a chuckle: "Master Zhao, it's fine if you feel comfortable, I'm not used to this place yet."

Just kidding, there is no Durex here, who knows if these ladies have any AIDS, besides, they don't like him either.

Guo Wuchang was silent, and after a while, he suddenly clapped his hands and said, "I see, brother Mingyu, are you still a child? Haha, no wonder you are so nervous, don't worry, I will choose for you as a brother." Two bastards, I guarantee that you will enter the police station, and you will never want to come out again."

"My lord, how are you?" A slightly plump chick on Zhao Ji's left writhed in his arms for a while, and gave Duan Mingyu a look full of spring, obviously she had noticed this healthy and strong girl a long time ago. A handsome scholar full of masculinity.

"What, what are you talking about? How dare you say that this champion is a young chicken? Brother Zhao, don't underestimate me, I already have a family!" Duan Mingyu said indignantly.

"Oh, there are wives, not young chickens! That's easy." Zhao Ji said with a smirk.

Under Zhao Ji's repeated requests, Duan Mingyu, an experienced "boy chicken", had no choice but to sit down reluctantly.

Zhao Ji was very enthusiastic, and called two experienced chicks for Duan Mingyu, who could barely be considered average.

Duan Mingyu is a good-natured young man who advocates thrift and opposes waste. Since he bought a clock, he shouldn’t waste it. Besides, although these two chicks are not very beautiful, they still have a good figure. Make a living and make a living.

Duan Mingyu chuckled, and when someone was treating guests, he would not be polite, and he would do his best to the girls on both sides of the wine.He is proficient in the movements of his hands, lightly twisting and slowly kneading, light as he should be, heavy as he should be, and he is very familiar with women's sensitive points. In a short time, he made the two chicks around him pissed off, and their faces were flushed with evil. He stared at him like a wolf, as if eating the chicken in a flash.