Chapter 109: Meeting with the Golden Wind and Jade Dew (seeking reading)

The crowd was full... When they heard this answer, the three of them were a little disappointed. They came with excitement and returned in disappointment, which was always unpleasant.

Even though I didn't want to do anything...

"That's it, then..." Qi Ping looked at Zhou Fang and wanted to say, change the other one.

Taochuan River Yanzhi Lane has dense places for romantic places. This one is not good, so choose another one.

Zhou Fang's face looked a little bad. From his perspective, he treated him to a guest, but he didn't even go in and wanted to leave in shame. It was too unreasonable.

As for changing the location, one is to make trouble, and the other is, the top brands of several top brothels must be overcrowded. I thought there would be fewer people in Jinfeng Tower, but the result was not.

If you leave at this moment, you can only reduce the specifications, which makes Lao Zhou, who is very proud, unable to accept it.

"Take us over and have a look." Zhou Fang said in a deep voice.

The servant looked bitter: "Sir, don't be angry..."

There are too many things to be jealous in the place of love and robbing the seat. If there is a conflict, it will be very troublesome.

Zhou Fang said calmly:

"I just want to discuss with the guests in the cabinet. Maybe someone is familiar with you, just lead the way."

This... the servant had to lead the way when he heard this.

"Brother Zhou, let's change the place." Qi Ping advised.

Zhou Fang waved his hand and showed a generous smile:

"You called me big brother, how could you leave this way?"

After saying that, Qi Ping and Pei Shaoqing looked at each other and had to keep up.

...

The Golden Wind Tower boat has two floors.

The warm room where guests sit around and listen to music and drink is on the first floor, which is a very spacious room.

The courtesan lady will also accompany guests here. If there is a guest entering the curtain, she will lead to the bed on the second floor.

Lin Miaomiao has now arrived ashore, and the entertainment venue is only the first floor.

When several people lifted the silk door curtains, they saw the scene in the warm cabinet:

The lights are bright, and there are various potted plants in the corner. On the side of the wooden floor, there are white wool carpets, like clouds.

Above them, several dancers wearing colorful clothes, beautiful faces and bold clothes danced gracefully. Inside, behind a screen decorated with peach blossoms, there was a shadow sitting, playing the piano.

At the half-circle of low table, there were guests of all kinds, eating, drinking and talking.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked at the same time.

Zhou Fang stepped in and glanced around. He didn't see an acquaintance. His eyes fell on the young Confucian scholars who were about to enter the table and said with a fist:

"Can these young men discuss and give the seat to me? I am willing to pay the money and invite you to have some wine elsewhere. Thank you very much."

When several people heard this, they frowned slightly, as if they were unhappy. One of them refused and said:

"The seats are full, just go somewhere else, we won't let you."

A hard tone.

They are all young and energetic scholars, and they don’t look easy to talk.

Zhou Fang was unhappy and insisted:

"If you wish, you will pay you twice the cost of flower tea."

The tea fee... is the money for opening a table. With Lin Miaomiao's value, it is really expensive. If it doubles, it will be equal to the salary for several months.

Lao Zhou also had heavy bleeding.

But when the Confucian scholar heard this, he sneered:

"Who can give you that much money? If you don't give it, you, a big and sturdy warrior, are also welcomed by Miss Miaomiao?"

Zhou Fang has a solid figure, a tough aura, and looks like a martial artist. He is at the bottom of the contempt chain in this place of romance.

"What did you say?"

Zhou Fang was furious and his forehead was leaping.

It wasn't because of being ridiculed, that behind him was Qi Ping and Pei Shaoqing.

I suddenly felt embarrassed.

Brother Zhou is a social person and wants to be shameless.

Beside the Confucian scholar, a handsome companion frowned, stepped down and smoothed out:

"This guest, my classmate has no malicious intentions, so I'll compensate him for it.

Everyone comes here, but I don’t want to cause trouble. I, all the students of the Imperial College, have a life that I have not come, and I miss Miss Miaomiao very much.

Let’s talk about everything, come first and then arrive, so don’t force the guests.”

What this sentence means is soft and hard, but it means rejection.

The words are even more about the identity of the Imperial College student... Well, Qiping knows that most of the Imperial College are descendants of officials, and these people are the second or third generations of officials...

The elders in the family may be some senior officials in the court.

Zhou Fang smiled and thought to himself that the official is so good. I specialize in treating officials and even report to me... At this time, behind the screen, the sound of the piano stopped.

A figure swayed, and it was Lin Miaomiao.

Qiping looked at the courtesan lady and was dressed in white, with elegant makeup, blue hair and cloudy hair, and red hair.

Her beautiful face does not have the charm of the past, but only shows her elegant demeanor. She does not look like a fair woman, but has the temperament of a lady of a noble family.

It's amazing... After staying in this place for a long time, the dust is strong and every move is very different from a good family, but Lin Miaomiao has completed the brand upgrade.

No wonder the business is so good... Qi Ping praised it.

"Don't be angry, you'll shock my family."

Lin Miaomiao's tone is soft and her voice is crisp, giving full play to her gender advantages and neutralizing the atmosphere of conflict.

Many guests heard the sound and their bodies were numb.

They greeted each other.

Several students and Zhou Fang also temporarily suppressed their anger.

Lin Miaomiao's eyes swept across both sides. When she saw Qi Ping, she was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered as usual. She raised her lotus arms and squeezed two glasses of "Yulu wine" from the side, and stuffed them to the two people who were tense, and said with a smile:

"Drink a glass of wine to relieve the anger."

The elegant student's eyes lit up, flattered, took a sip and praised:

"Good wine!"

Lin Miaomiao smiled like a flower and said:

"Several guests are willing to come here. Miaomiao is so honorable. Don't hurt the harmony, but the seats at this table are indeed full, but it is difficult to deal with..."

After a pause, the courtesan lady frowned, as if she was worried, and her eyes lit up:

"Why would I do this? If I set up a topic and write a poem between the two parties, how would the winner come to the table?"

Damn...what are you going to do? Aren't you going to smooth things out? Why did you start to provoke trouble... Qi Ping was stunned and felt something was wrong.

According to his idea, Lin Miaomiao should have persuaded one side to leave. Well, it is likely that he would have persuaded Zhou Fang to leave and give him a step. It would be fine.

But I didn’t understand this operation, so I changed from a military fight to a literary fight?

Wait... Qi Ping suddenly realized that Lin Miaomiao had finished speaking, and seemed to have intentionally or unintentionally glanced at him...

Poetry fighting?

The winner is in the seat?

After the words came, the guests' eyes lit up and applauded. They didn't want to fight the martial arts, for fear of being affected, but the literary fights are OK, who doesn't want to watch the fun?

Several Imperial College students also smiled. In their opinion, it seemed that Lin Miaomiao was helping them.

After all, one side is a scholar from the highest institution of learning in the empire.

One side...the big and thick ones, yes, the two behind are better, but judging from their figure and temperament, they don’t look like scholars.

If you fight in an armed battle, you will be defeated.

A literary battle will definitely win.

"Okay!" Several students were afraid that Zhou Fang would not respond, so they nodded first: "This is the place where the house is romantic and romantic."

Zhou's side was staggering, and it was difficult to get rid of the tiger.

Poetry fighting?

He doesn't know how to do it, but he's here and can't get into an attack. He fights? Or report the identity of the tutoring department and oppress the other party?
To be continued...