The upstairs is unique. Although the decoration style and furniture still maintain a simple and rustic style, it can be seen that the materials used are extremely exquisite. The service staff are also all handsome men and women. Beautiful boys and girls aged fifteen or sixteen are wearing plain robes.
Standing aside respectfully, the mature women called him "Sir" when they passed by. They also said politely to Liu Ziguang: "Hello, sir."
The mature woman led Liu Ziguang to the elegant room facing the river. The design here is even more exquisite. The window facing the river is actually made of large flat glass instead of the ordinary mahjong-sized lattice glass. You must know that this kind of
The square-foot glass is definitely not produced by Daming. Every piece of glass is imported from Western jadeite. It is extremely expensive. Even Liu Ziguang’s home does not use much. Hanging on the roof is a lamp that ordinary people can buy if they want.
The moonlight glass lamps that are not available are those that use electricity instead of burning wax and oil.
There are several dishes on the nanmu table. The vegetables are simple and exquisite, and they are not in line with the season. They are anchovies, bamboo shoots, cherries, and a glass of green wine. This is definitely not the common mung bean among the people.
Instead of cooking wine, it was extremely elegant green plum wine. The mature woman sat down gracefully and asked Liu Ziguang to sit down as well.
Liu Ziguang's expression was as usual, he lifted up his robe and sat down carelessly, as if he was immune to these luxurious things. This made the mature woman secretly surprised: There is indeed a gap in this man's chest! Liu Ziguang doesn't like to show off when he travels incognito, and always wears one piece
Burlap robes are not popular these days. Even ordinary people wear coats made of Songjiang cotton. Rich people even wear coats made of satin on the inside and fur on the outside. It is winter, and this guest is actually wearing a linen robe. That can only mean one thing.
----This man's financial situation is really worrying.
Liu Ziguang had just returned from traveling in Song Dynasty. The skin on his face was tanned by the tropical sun. He was completely different from those white-faced scholars who were fair and tender. However, he had sharp edges and straight eyebrows. He sat there with his back straight and no trace of the moment.
The scholar's dejected air, and his expression remained unchanged when faced with this beautiful woman, fine wine, and a gorgeous and luxurious room, which just confirmed the spirit expressed in the poem about plum blossoms just now, that is, uninhibited and proud.
Just now, the lights were dim downstairs, and Liu Ziguang always twisted his neck and didn't look at people, so the mature woman didn't see his face clearly. Now that the room is brightly lit, the mature woman can see clearly, he has such a heroic face.
, vaguely similar to the person who has been unforgettable for a long time in my heart, especially the look in his eyes that regards the world as nothing, it really resembles that person.
There was a sadness in the mature woman's heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She gently picked up the glass cup, filled the wine glass in front of Liu Ziguang with green plum wine, and said softly: "I don't know where my surname is, brother Gao, where did he learn from?"
"Which academy are you studying in?" The mature woman has already guessed that Liu Ziguang is a poor student. There are often young students like this who don't have money to drink. They go to Xianping's main store to get drunk by relying on their ability to write poems and lyrics. However, they are far inferior to the one in front of her.
This young man has literary talent and pride.
Liu Ziguang said in his heart that I am a dignified Marquis of Wu, so how could I tell you, but he was not in the mood to tell lies today, so he said perfunctorily: "We are all reunited by chance. After drinking this wine, we will forget about each other in the world, so why bother to report the same name?"
What's your surname?" The mature woman was in awe and said: "Brother is indeed not a mortal, so why should we meet each other before? Come on, I'll give you a drink."
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Liu Ziguang also raised his glass and drank with the mature woman without saying much, but the mature woman was unwilling to accept it and said: "My brother Guan is quite accomplished in poetry. Please give me some advice."
Liu Ziguang said in his heart that I just plagiarized a revolutionary poem. How can I write poems and lyrics? It would be nice to be in the limelight for a while, but it would not work if I studied it carefully, so he hesitated and said: "Poetry is something that comes from my feelings. I am happy."
Just do it. If you don’t like it, don’t do it. There’s nothing to say.”
This kind of reply was clearly repulsive. Even the girl standing by the door felt Liu Ziguang's disrespect and pouted, but the mature woman didn't care. On the contrary, this free and easy and wildness reminded her even more.
The old friend I can’t let go of in my heart——the two of them are so alike.
"Brother, you are really free and easy. Come on, let's not talk about poetry. We will just enjoy the snow and plum blossoms and drink." The mature woman said, filling another glass of wine for Liu Ziguang. The two of them didn't say much, pushed the glasses and drank.
The mature woman drank a lot, and Liu Ziguang was also unambiguous. The two of them drank a jar of green plum wine. Gradually, the wine became intoxicating, and the mature woman's jade-white face became rosy. Her eyes looking at Liu Ziguang began to blur, and Liu Ziguang's silhouette gradually faded under the shadow of the lamp.
Overlapping with the shadow of the person in his heart, the mature woman stood up and took two steps. She was holding the wine glass and was about to say something. Suddenly her foot slipped and she fell to the ground. Liu Ziguang had quick eyes and quick hands and grabbed the mature woman. Unexpectedly, he
She actually slipped into his arms, and her arms were suddenly filled with warm and soft jade. The colored glass lamp was also turned off at the right time, and the room was dark. The neon light outside the window was slightly reflected, and she could see the attractive dimples and dimples of the person in her arms.
The taste of green plum wine spurting from the red lips.
"Son... don't leave me. Don't go to war." The mature woman murmured, her alluring body pressed tightly against Liu Ziguang's body, making his breathing a little tight. The mature woman's words made him wonder, does she know me? It's too late.
Thinking about it, the mature woman has already pulled him towards the inner room. When the curtain is opened, there is a wide gum bed. It is self-evident what he wants to do.
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At about 9:30 in the morning, Liu Ziguang woke up from his dream. When he woke up and saw his surroundings, he remembered what ridiculous things he had done last night. The figure of the extremely coquettish mature woman was no longer on his gums. There was a
A brand new set of azure gown, a new handkerchief, and an envelope. When opened, there was a banknote with a face value of one thousand taels and a fragrant note with a few beautiful small words written on it: "How about better?"
Forget each other in the world."
Damn it, I thought it was my first time visiting a prostitute, but I didn’t expect it to be a duck! Liu Ziguang was extremely depressed. He took out his linen robe and put it on again. He didn’t take any new clothes or any banknotes, and he stuffed the note in his hand.
In my arms, I put on my shoes and walked to the door. I saw a silver basin on the shelf filled with warm water, tooth powder, toothbrush, soap and towels. A portion of duck blood and vermicelli soup that was still emitting heat was placed on the table. A teenage boy
She stood timidly at the door, ready to wait for him to wash his face and have breakfast.
"Where is your boss?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"The boss is out of town and usually doesn't come to the capital." The boy replied.
"Oh? Then... who was the person who lived in this room yesterday?" Liu Ziguang asked curiously.
"That's Mr. Yang, a VIP of the shop, not the boss."
Liu Ziguang nodded and went straight downstairs without washing his face. Several guards were already waiting downstairs. When they saw the Marquis coming out, they all had a knowing smile that only men can see on their faces.
Liu Ziguang ignored them and walked out of the empty Xianping main store with a straight face, sighing: "I can't make it to the morning meeting today."
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