Zhenjiang City is a place where business travelers gather, so the fireworks industry is naturally very prosperous. Even the sudden war has not affected the business of Goulan Washe. The girls are even busier than usual... After all, at this time, the warmth of girls is more needed.
Hug, to soothe the frightened hearts.
In the luxurious private room of the largest brothel in Zhenjiang City, the Tingyun Building, Xu Huaiqing was drinking while listening to a good-looking prostitute playing the pipa and singing a ditty.
The prostitute sang "Yulin Ling" by Taoist Baishi, and her melodious singing, combined with the melodious sound of the pipa, made people intoxicated:
"Sentimental sentiments have hurt farewells since ancient times, and they are even more worthy of neglecting the Qingqiu Festival... Where can I wake up tonight, the dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank... After so many years, it should be a good time and good scene in vain... Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them?
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Xu Huaiqing was listening to the music and thinking about it, until the singing came. The prostitute held the pipa and smiled and said: "Uncle, do you like the singing?"
"It not only goes into your ears, but also melts in your mouth." Xu Huaiqing picked up a chopstick and braised the tendon, chewed it into his mouth and chewed the tendons, and said, "It just doesn't suit your appetite."
"What do you want to hear, uncle? There are many songs that the slave family knows." The prostitute had also been famous before, and she was quite arrogant.
"Is this what you said?" Xu Huaiqing narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Can you sing any song?"
"That's what I said." The prostitute nodded: "Just keep it in mind."
"You have to sing if I order." Xu Huaiqing said.
"Of course."
"What should I do if I can't sing?" Xu Huaiqing said with a smile.
"How about three drinks as a penalty?" the prostitute said with a smile.
"Okay! It's a deal." When Xu Huaiqing saw that the prostitute agreed, he ordered a song and said, "You sing to me 'Wang Dingbao borrows the New Year'."
"What?" the prostitute said with wide-open almond eyes, "What kind of opera is this?"
"Lu Opera!" Xu Huaiqing said proudly: "Our Shandong repertoire!"
"..." The prostitute remained silent, picked up the wine glass and drank three glasses of wine.
"Hahahaha!" Xu Huaiqing laughed loudly.
"Uncle, you are deliberately teasing me!" The prostitute turned red and twisted her body.
The two were laughing and joking when the door opened and a red-faced Xue Huan walked in. Behind him was a prostitute with a smile on her face.
"Is it done?" Xu Huaiqing couldn't help laughing when he saw that Xue Bawang was like a shrimp.
Xue Huan nodded and sat down.
"So fast?" Xu Huaiqing lost his voice: "I haven't started here yet!"
"Isn't it awesome?" Xue Huan said proudly.
"Puch..." The two prostitutes laughed wildly.
"Hahahaha!" Xu Huaiqing laughed while holding his belly.
"What's wrong?" Xue Huan was so confused by the laughter that he asked strangely.
"No, it's nothing." Xu Huaiqing suppressed his smile and said seriously: "The only martial arts in the world that can't be broken is fast. Brother, I'm convinced!" As he said this, he gave the two prostitutes a wink.
What prostitutes do is to make people laugh! They are all good at observing words and emotions. Seeing the look in Xu Huaiqing's eyes, the two of them followed his words and said, "Yes, this man is so awesome!"
"Isn't there anyone faster than me?" Xue Huan was a little proud.
"No!" The two prostitutes shook their heads together. They almost broke their stomachs with laughter, but they had to hold back. "I have never seen the uncle so fast!"
"Haha..." Xue Huan said with a proud smile: "Second Master, I am so good!"
"Why don't you propose a toast to the Second Master?" Xu Huaiqing smiled at the prostitute and said, "To meet such a fast player like the Second Master today is a blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes."
"Of course." The prostitute Xiao Yingying and Xue Huan drank a glass of wine together, which made Brother Chu's face turn red.
"We're all like that, why should we be shy?" The prostitute smiled and took out a red envelope, stuffed it into his arms and said, "Keep it, don't think it's too little." This is the rule in the brothel business.
Girls will stuff red envelopes into young men and women who have not yet had sex to seek good luck.
Xue Huan has been obsessed with martial arts since he was a child, and he has never understood this aspect. A few years ago, his brother died in battle, and he was not normal anymore, so he had no idea in this regard. If he didn't think that he would die tomorrow, he didn't want to leave any regrets.
, he was determined not to come. As soon as the girl saw it, she knew that this was an authentic Brother Chu, so she naturally wanted to give him a red envelope.
But Xue Huan didn't know this rule, so he asked strangely: "How can you give me the money back?"
"Because you are so awesome!" Xu Huaiqing laughed and slapped the table: "This girl has given you a prize!"
"Hey, I feel ashamed of myself." Xue Huan said sheepishly, "Actually, I feel like I could go faster..."
"I'll give you another nickname, 'Quick Gun General'," Xu Huaiqing said seriously: "How about it, majestic?"
"Well, not bad." Xue Huan was very satisfied and said with a smile: "Then I will call you Quick Gun General!" Then he asked curiously: "Then what is your name?"
"Hehehe..." The two prostitutes almost burst out laughing. They thought to themselves that this man has been led into a ditch.
Mo Wen was also drinking, but he was drinking with the girl in his arms in a bustling brothel. But he was drinking in front of a coffin in the morgue of the Yamen.
There is a small tablet in front of the coffin, which reads, "The position of Cheng Zheng, the commander of the Ming Dynasty."
Mo Wen sat cross-legged in front of the memorial tablet and poured a glass of wine for Cheng Zheng. He clinked the wine glass with him and took a sip. It was so spicy that he bared his teeth and burst into tears. "What a ****.
***Spicy! Why do you like this? What’s so good about this!"
Cheng Zheng naturally would not answer him, so Mo Wen continued to mutter to himself: "You guys, as long as nothing happens, you get together to drink and gamble. You have ruined the ethos of our army's avant-garde." He said.
He sighed and said with red eyes: "I'm telling you, do it right in front of me, yes yes yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, but you will do something bad to me behind my back. Either hide a snake in my pillow, or pour paint into my quilt! Don't think that I don't do it!
I know it was you who did it!”
"I've never understood how a well-behaved person like you could mess around with them?!" Mo Wen said, his tears falling to the ground, and his voice was choked with sobs: "Until you die,
Only then did I realize that it’s because we are all brothers who share the same love and affection!”
"What have I been doing all these years? Why don't I play with you? What do I do with the door closed all day long? What's more important than brothers? None!" He picked up the wine cup and poured half a glass of strong alcohol into it.
The wine poured down my throat, and my tears suddenly looked like broken beads, and my mood became even more depressed:
"I feel so uncomfortable these days. I close my eyes and think about what the military advisor told me before he left, telling me to ensure the safety of my brothers! What the military advisor said was also about brothers! But I didn't do it..." Mo Wenwu said
He kept his mouth shut to prevent himself from crying: "Why am I so incompetent! Brother, how do you want me to explain to the adults?! Brother, you are going to love me to death!"
"Haha..." At some point, Mo Wen was already sitting on the coffin, drinking and stroking the coffin. He was obviously drunk and said, "Fortunately, we will go with you tomorrow. The military advisor is so angry."
I have to jump around, but there is nothing I can do about it. This wine is really good. One drink can relieve a thousand worries... Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine. Don’t stop drinking. Let’s sing a song with you. Please pour it out for me.
Listen..."
A guard on night patrol passed by the morgue and heard the sound of ghosts crying and howling inside. He was so scared that his hair exploded!
The sky was dimming, and in the two dark rooms, the two armies, which had been fighting fiercely all night, finally retreated.
Erhei was so sleepy that he really wanted to fall asleep, but the soldiers were already calling outside: "Sir, it's time to go back!"
"Hey, wait a minute..." Erhei had to get up with difficulty and took a look at Long Yao, who was sleeping soundly next to him. He suddenly became motionless. His dark face, which was not handsome and had one blind eye, was full of words.
He felt the iron man's tenderness. He tucked Long Yao into the quilt and sighed softly: "The worst thing I, Erhei, have done in my life is to get married to you."
"When they snatched you over, I actually wanted to send you back..." When he said this, Erhei's eyes were already full of memories, and he didn't see Long Yao's body stiffen, and his long
The eyelashes trembled a few times.
"But my brother persuaded me that if you follow Zhu Meigui, you won't necessarily suffer any consequences. If you marry me, you will definitely enjoy a lifetime of happiness." Erhei scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I really miss you.
, I’m so jealous that I’m deep in my bones. When I think about it, I am the only one who can promise to treat you well in this life and make you live like a queen every day. So I agreed..."
Erhei was talking nonchalantly, and Long Yao's slightly cold eyebrow lines gradually relaxed.
"Hey, who would have thought that after only one year of marriage, I would break my promise." Erhei narrowed his eyes in pain and said with a sore nose: "If I had known this, why would I harm you! Whoever you follow will be short-lived than following me.
Gui Qiang!" As he spoke, he took a deep breath, as if he had made a lot of determination, and then he stuttered and said: "Then... I'm going to die and you... don't have to keep filial piety... I've already written the letter of divorce, what do you want?
You can follow whoever you want, and there's no problem in finding Zhu Meigui." As he said that, he picked up the clothes from the ground, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find them. He couldn't help but scratch his head and said, "Hey, where did they go?"
He remembered clearly that he asked Wu Wei to help write the divorce letter last night, signed it, fingerprinted it, put it in an envelope, sealed it with glue, and stuffed it into his pocket. Why?
Can't find it now?
"Oh, this is really troublesome. If you don't have this thing, what will you do if they force you to keep your filial piety?" Erhei said, going barefoot on the ground, searching everywhere, and finally he saw a white figure exposed under Long Yao's pillow.
The corner of the leather envelope looked very familiar.
"Ah, here it is!" Erhei hurried over, grabbed the envelope, and carefully pulled it out, for fear of waking up Long Yao.
No one knew what he was afraid of, but he saw that Long Yao had opened her big bloodshot eyes and looked at him with a charming look.
"What are you looking for?"
"Ah!" Erhei was startled, and with a strong hand, he pulled out the envelope, took a look at the word 'divorce letter' on the cover, and hurriedly hid it behind his back. "No, it's nothing!"
"Hmph..." Long Yao raised her eyebrows, showing off her queenly temperament.
"Haha..." Erhei laughed twice and suddenly realized something. He took the envelope to his eyes and saw that the seal had been torn open. He immediately said nervously: "Have you seen it?"