first-class champion

Day, this Mingyu is really a virgin?How come you are more proficient than Lao Tzu?Is it self-taught?Zhao Ji looked at Duan Mingyu's skillful "skills", and his self-confidence was hit again.

Duan Mingyu didn't know that his every move had already fallen into Zhao Ji's eyes, but he felt that the girl next to him had a great sense of breasts and hands, so it was inevitable that he acted a little harder. The woman hummed softly like a cat, her eyes were full of Spring.

"Xiao Hong, when will the Qing Dynasty ladies come out to entertain guests tonight?" Zhao Ji asked the woman who was serving him next to him with a wretched expression.

Xiaohong glanced at Zhao Ji charmingly, twitched in Zhao Ji's arms, and snorted coquettishly: "Well, Mr. Zhao, you are with me, why do you still care about those noble people who show their talents but not their lives. Well, I don't care, I will follow you tonight."

Zhao Ji laughed instantly and said, "Little hoof, don't panic, you're going to feel better today. Besides, I just want to hear these young people come out to sing and sing. Why are you eating all this flying vinegar?"

Duan Mingyu saw that Young Master Biao looked different, and said, "What's wrong, Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Ji was obviously very unwilling to weaken his reputation in front of a few prostitutes, so he smiled and said: "It's nothing, I just think that we elegant scholars should listen to some temperamental, self-cultivating tunes, Mingyu Brother, you are right."

"Well, that's right, I also think that this statement is reasonable!" Duan Mingyu stopped the movements of his hands, shaking his head and pretending to be deep.

The sister next to her quietly put her little hand into Duan Mingyu's chest and kept stroking it, lying next to Duan Mingyu's ear without moving.

After being teased a few times by this chick, Duan Mingyu's lust gradually ignited. He is no longer a young boy, a first brother, and has played all kinds of tricks with those previous girlfriends.

But in this world, he hasn't been to these romantic places yet, so he naturally doesn't want to waste the precious essence on a few kiln sisters, so he restrained himself, squeezed the big breasts of that sister and said: "Yeah, brother, it's my first time to come to this kind of place, and my sister needs to teach me a lot."

The little girl was sore and limp from being pulled by his big hand. Knowing how powerful he was, she smiled coquettishly and said, "Brother, don't pretend. If it's your first time to come to this place, then my sister, I will be a big girl, giggling."

Duan Mingyu laughed and rubbed her buttocks a few times, the girl let out a burst of spring screams and writhed endlessly.

It was already the time when the lanterns came on, and the Cuiyun Pavilion was full of people coming and going, and there was an endless stream of laughter and laughter, making it very lively.

The nobles hadn't shown up yet, but the various seats in the Cuiyun Pavilion had already shouted loudly, and the cups were being exchanged, making the atmosphere of the Cuiyun Pavilion even more enthusiastic.

Not long after, I heard a clear sound of "咚——", which was clear and sweet, like a fairy sound passing by my ears, and the noisy noise in the building stopped.

"It's the men of the Qing Dynasty, the men of the Qing Dynasty have come out!" Not only the princes and young masters were excited, but even the servants around them burst into enthusiastic applause.

Zhao Ji, who was eating tofu over there, sat there in a daze as if he had been immobilized, and murmured, "Is it Miss Jiang, is she coming out?"

"My ancestors, you're so rigid, Old Zhao, it's your fault. Who is this Ms. Jiang? Is it your mistress who is kept in the golden house?" Duan Mingyu's eyes lit up instantly as if he had been beaten with chicken blood. A gossip map faintly turned.

"Brother, what are you talking about? This Miss Jiang is the oiran of Cuiyun Pavilion, and she is also a nobleman who sells her art but not her body. It has nothing to do with me! It's just that my brother thinks that Miss Jiang's songs are good. That's all, that's all, don't think too much!" Zhao Ji suddenly raised his face and said seriously.

Well, looking at your serious look, you can tell that you are a die-hard fan of Miss Jiang.

"Dare to ask my virtuous brother, what does this mistress mean?" Zhao Ji suddenly turned around and asked.

"This means that, um, that's that, do you understand?"

"understood!"

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Duan Mingyu began to admire her own wit and resourcefulness, adapting to the situation, swallowed her saliva and said: "Brother Zhao, what is Miss Jiang's boudoir name? To be the top oiran, she must be good at singing and dancing. It looks like It looks very cultured!"

Zhao Ji smiled and said: "Miss Jiang's boudoir name is Jiang Yun'er, what's the matter, my brother is also interested in Miss Jiang?"

Jiang Yun'er could barely hear it, Duan Mingyu moved her lips, and was about to speak again, but saw the door of a room in the middle of the second floor open quietly, and a bead curtain was quietly hanging down, looking faintly, behind the bead curtain Sitting upright was a wonderful figure, no one was seen or heard, just one glance made the men downstairs go crazy.

Needless to say, this wonderful person is naturally Jiang Yuner, the oiran of Cuiyun Pavilion.

Duan Mingyu looked at Jiang Yun'er's shadow, and couldn't help but sneer.As an oiran, he doesn't want people to see his appearance easily, playing with mystery and ambiguity, so as to attract more attention. He has long been familiar with Duan Mingyu's business hype.

That Qin Xian'er didn't speak, just flicked her ten fingers lightly, and heard the sound of nature coming slowly from far and near.At the beginning, the sound was still light, like a clear spring bubbling down from a mountain, but gradually it became more compact, like a dense drizzle in early spring.Listen carefully, the sound of the piano seems to have a strange magic power, the rhyme seems to hover above the head, and it seems to be whispering in the ear, which makes people intoxicated.

Between Duan Mingyu and a row of nobles came slowly, and walked onto the central stage, revealing a smooth and flat belly, slightly twisted waist, unbearable to grasp, uneven, this face, this figure, tsk tsk, really compared to flesh and blood Business girls are several notches above.

Duan Mingyu's lower abdomen suddenly gave birth to an evil fire, and his lower body reacted naturally, why are you so unbelievable, Duan Mingyu cursed secretly in his heart.

They all said that it's no wonder that being able to watch and not eat is extremely painful, and now Duan Mingyu feels it personally.

But I saw that row of nobles dancing to the sound of Jiang Yun'er's piano, faintly visible in the tulle, which was extremely seductive.

The boss of Cuiyun Pavilion has a future and wisdom, and he is almost on par with this champion. Duan Mingyu even has the urge to enter the kiln industry.

Behind the curtain, Jiang Yun'er sang a ditty to the sound of the piano...

"When Yu Xiao plays the piano and drinks together, the infinite spring is just like yesterday.

"Go boating on the lake with your partner, and dream of going back to the south of the Yangtze River.

Make a wish on the stars, ask God to be beautiful, and when you are nominated for the gold list, there will be flowers and candles in the bridal chamber.

Independent of the Xiangjiang River, the lonely shadow leans on the willow.

Losing my hometown and homesick for a desolate place, I occasionally lost the nomination, recalling the prosperity of the imperial capital.

Forbearance to listen to the good news for company, since it is difficult to meet each other.

According to the blue shadow by the lake, Kong asked her: Is there a fate or not? "