The tone is gentle and slow, and the tame is not like words.

This is still the god of the fifth floor of the fifth floor of the fifth floor of the nostril?

The crows on both sides of the strait were silent, and they were in a long time.

Many people suddenly stood up and looked at the eyes of the door god with a review and questioning ... Are you he who collects money? Want to take the small heel class to go back the back door?

The cold and long air sword is in hand, but the sword is full of swords, but the sword is full of swords.

He was calm on the surface, but he was exhaling inside, "No? I heard right? Can I board the boat to play with a woman ... ah! Can you board the ship to investigate the case?"

There was no response from Li Sansi in the wind.

He was busy watching the audience.

The countless double shock between the two sides of the strait is envious, and the envious of the hidden jealousy and hatred is so naked.

Perhaps it will feel that Ru Mang is back on others, but in the view of Li Sanshi, it is the burning medal in front of him when he shows saint.

This is exactly what he wants to see.

For a long time, do not argue, let the ridicule reach the peak here, and then make a perfect momentum for this moment of boarding.

This is justified! This is art!

At this moment, even forcing the king had to sigh, "On the matter in front of people, Feng Qi has already been blue than blue.

He looked at his little brother of Feng Qi, and saw that he still didn't say a word, but smiled calmly, his face was full of confidence and pride.

The gesture of the slightly head shows the second generation of the king.

I do n’t know how long it ’s time, the sun is righteous, the wind is hot, and the shock and incredible emotions between the two sides of the strait have reached its peak, the small bronze medal finally moved.

Before boarding the ship, he was full of dust, sorted out the black uniforms, and stroked a few strands of hair hanging to his shoulders behind him.

Then he smiled slightly and made a one -handed posture in the cold air, "Brother Leng, please first ask."

The tone is quite respectful, giving the trump card for the king.

Leng Changkong was useful. He glanced at the younger brother, and he was slightly shy.

Then throw your head, make a little pretending.

Right -handed lightning back to the back, re -returning the sharp sword to the sheath.

For a while, a generation forced the king, under the high -profile way of attention, walked from the side of the two gods in the most high -profile way of life, and entered the mysterious door to enter the door ...

Looking back, now, you can finally get your wish!

The two gods lowered their heads slightly and sent the king to enter the venue.

When Li Sansi also walked from his side, the two proud martial arts buried their heads lower, and their respectful posture was impeccable.

The two kings came in, and the audience was uproar instantly.

The two of the two are so realistic about the two?

Customers on both sides of the strait expressed their dissatisfaction, and they were full of anger when they were shocked.

Especially after seeing Li Sansi's deliberate provocative eyes, the ubiquitous anger, and a very bad smile, was even more angry. I couldn't wait to put it out of the flower boat on the spot.

However, who has been on the boat is happy, they want to be caught.

So all the anger was sprinkled on the two gods.

For a while, the two sides of the Qinhuai River were angry, and the voice was fierce.

Why should the two gods be released for two generations to force the king in? And after waiting for a few days and a few nights, they can only bask in the sun?

The door god who stayed here was also puzzled by this, thinking that my good brother must stand up and give an explanation this time, otherwise everyone present could drown him with every spittle.

The other door god remained motionless, and the expression on his face returned to a cold and aloof posture.

He was not in a hurry to respond. He only waited for the prostitutes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait to get tired of scolding, their voices weakened, and their arrogance became less arrogant. Then he smiled coldly and said, "What? Do you have an oiran you know? What if?"

If so, I don’t mind making a few more trips to pass on the message for you. If the situation is true, you can also make an exception and board the flower boat."

As soon as he said this, the crowd was in panic, and someone asked loudly, "What do you mean by this? Could it be that some oiran lady made a statement and let the little bronze medal of the pen holder go in?"

"That's right!"

The door god said coldly, "If not, how could I let him go?"

"You fart!"

Someone else angrily said, "That little bronze medal requires cultivation but no cultivation, looks but no looks, money but no wealth, and backstage but no backing. In short, it doesn't matter what you want. How could an oiran lady fall in love with him? You must be so stupid.

What benefits have you received!"

The door god glanced sideways and found that the person speaking was none other than Mr. Qingyang, who had been active before.

This man is a wealthy businessman in the north of the city. His family has quite a lot of money. He has also spent a lot of money on the Qinhuai River, just for the smile of Bo Jiaren.

It's a pity that he has indulged in sex for several years, but he only received a few nights of tenderness from ordinary girls.

He didn't even have a chance to touch Qinhuaihe's courtesan.

The reason is very simple, the court lady looks down on him.

After all, in a place like Qinhuai River, any girl picked out at random is the best in the world.

And a girl who can bear the title of oiran is naturally the best among the best.

They don't lack money, fame, or talent. Although they are fireworks girls, in a sense, their status is higher than some official ladies outside.

Young men from outside are not qualified to choose them to accompany them to drink and sing songs, unless they voluntarily accompany them.

Of course, if someone comes from the Imperial City, that would have to be discussed separately.

Most of the time, the courtesans choose their guests themselves.

All they fancy are the most outstanding young talents in the Wei Dynasty.

They usually just laugh it off and ignore rich people like Qingyang Jun who are full of money but have no inner meaning.

Qingyang Jun himself is very self-aware of this.

Therefore, when he came to the Qinhuai River to have fun, he never expected to sleep with an oiran. Occasionally, he could get a glimpse of some outstanding young men and see the singing and dancing talents of the oiran's wife, and he was satisfied.

Those beautiful and mysterious courtesan ladies with a transcendent status in the Qinhuai River will always belong to such a small group of people.

And that small group of people are existences that Qingyang Jun can never reach and can only look up to.

They either come from famous families and have noble births.

Either he is handsome and has the appearance of a god.

Or, he is burdened with supreme magic and his cultivation is astonishing.

In short, only the dragon among men is qualified to knock down the oiran.

But what Qingyang Jun and countless wealthy people like Qingyang Jun didn't expect was that a small bronze medal for pen holders and an ordinary man with only a second-floor cultivation level could actually get the approval and favor of the oiran lady and be favored by him.

Cleared to board.

How is this possible?

Qingyang Jun couldn't understand it, let alone accept it. His anger and unwillingness gradually reached its peak as Li Sansi's back disappeared.

He insisted that the goalkeeper allowed him to board the ship after taking advantage of the small bronze medal. This kind of insider manipulation must be strongly condemned!

The door god shook his head and wanted to shut up Mr. Qingyang. But when he thought that the other party was also a regular customer of Qinhuaihe, his family was quite wealthy, and he would inevitably be patronized by him after normal business in the future, he could only suppress his anger.

, slowly calm down the rising anger.

Then he said, "I know you are very unbalanced in your heart, but this is the fact. It was indeed the courtesan who asked Master Li to come in... I am responsible for every word I say, and I am willing to swear by my lifelong martial arts spirit!"

The martial arts spirit that practitioners are most afraid of and respect the most has been brought out, so naturally there will be no more lies.

Qingyang Jun was stunned, and his whole body seemed to be drained out in an instant... The world has really changed? Am I still inferior to a mediocre little bronze medal? Why does the oiran lady never pay more attention to it?

One look at me?

In addition to feeling sad in his heart, he wanted to know which courtesan was so blind that he was so enamored with a humble little bronze medal.

Just as he was about to ask a question, the door god seemed to know what he was thinking and spoke first, "You may be sad again if I say it. In fact, it was Mrs. Su Ji who said it herself. After she heard the name Li Sansi, she didn't

If there is any hesitation, please immediately tell me to let them board the ship."

"I heard Mrs. Su Ji's tone of voice, which sounded happy and joyful, and also a little urgent, as if she was eager to see Mr. Li..."

Upon hearing this, Qingyang Jun was stunned for a moment, then his eyes were bloodshot and his expression became stiff.

After he trembled on the spot for a few breaths, he clutched his chest and stepped back several steps. If a gay friend beside him hadn't grabbed him, he might have fallen into the Qinhuai River by now.

"It's her! It's her! Su Ji! Madam Su Ji, the top ten courtesans!"

Lord Qingyang smiled sadly and shook his head. He pushed away his friend who was saving his life, and then looked towards the Huachuanding Pavilion. It seemed that he could see the two sex kings enjoying themselves in the midst of wine and sex.

Within a moment, the jealousy between his brows and eyes became saturated again.

Who is the courtesan Su Ji?

The sign of Qinhuai River!
To be continued...