There was a lamp in the corner of the couch, and she could be seen dimly through the heated tent.
Xiao Ci's face twitched again and again, and he sighed helplessly: "I don't want a daughter as old as you..."
Song Qinghuan snorted: "No matter how old you are, you won't be as old as you."
After saying that, she lay down again, raised her hand and waved: "Go back quickly, I was disturbed to sleep."
Xiao Ci sat still, hummed a few songs, and then said: "Let's go drink some flower wine, will you go?"
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The first lunar month has not yet come out, and although the sun is shining brightly during the day, the wind is still biting at night.
Song Qinghuan was dressed in men's attire and wrapped in a black cloak and muttered: "I don't know what you men are thinking. Isn't it good to sleep with your wife in your arms at home on such a cold day? You have to go outside to find her in the cold wind."
Fun."
Xiao Ci walked in front, clasping his hands behind his back, and chuckled: "How can it be the same? What a woman looks at every day, and what a group of girls change every day, can the feeling be the same?"
Song Qinghuan followed him. Hearing this, he didn't think anything of it. He subconsciously said: "If I were your wife, I would kill you directly."
Xiao Ci coughed slightly uncomfortably, covering his heart and said repeatedly: "Fortunately you are not, fortunately you want to be my old daughter..."
The Baihua Building in the capital has always been famous. Xiao Ci and Song Qinghuan approached. Immediately, a waiter came forward and greeted warmly: "Oh, Your Highness King Yu, you are here. The girls are talking about it every day."
Following you."
His eyes turned and fell on Song Qinghuan again, with a respectful smile on his face: "I don't know what to call this little brother."
Xiao Ci took half a step forward, blocking the guy's gaze, and said with a smile: "Just call me Brother Xiao."
After saying that, he pulled Song Qinghuan, a familiar person, inside: "Lilac, Greenjaw, and Plum Blossom are gentle people. Let them come over to serve you today."
"Okay, okay, I'm going to prepare it for you."
The clerk bowed his back and responded one by one, turned around and went to make arrangements.
Xiao Ci took Song Qinghuan directly to the private room in Tianzihao on the third floor.
Song Qinghuan walked around in and out, looking at the tables, chairs, benches, beds, and even the bathroom with partitions in the room. He couldn't help but clicked his tongue, and asked Xiao Ci with a gossipy face: "Uncle Jiu, what happened in the past?"
Stop living carefree here."
After saying that, he stumbled towards the bed separated by the screen, sat on it vigorously, shook it again, and finally came to a conclusion: "This Baihualou is willing to give up money, the bed is very stable, and it is easy to do things in the middle of the night.
I'm not afraid of making noise anymore."
Xiao Ci has been around such romantic places all year round, and he can be considered a person who has seen strong winds and waves. But after listening to Song Qinghuan's words, he choked and coughed repeatedly while holding a sip of tea in his mouth.
"Where did you learn these things? What a mess."
After all, she was born into a noble family, but she was just like that rogue in the market.
Song Qinghuan, however, was fearless. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Stop pretending." "What's the matter? You can do it, but I can't say it."
Xiao Ci immediately regretted it. He had gone crazy to think of bringing this girl to visit a brothel.
Her words were astonishing. After a while, all the girls gathered around her. It was uncertain what she would do.
For a while I just felt a severe toothache.
You can say Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will arrive.
As soon as the carved door coffin opened, two little maids carried the food boxes into the house and put the food and wine on the table. Before they could leave, a burst of fragrance hit them, and four girls in thin clothes twisted their waists and entered the house.
One of them is a girl wearing green clothes, holding a pipa in her arms, her face half-covered, and her figure graceful.
Several people came forward and bowed, and then sat down. The girl in green, who was holding the pipa, sat aside, gently lifting her jade fingers, and singing softly, her voice was as moving as a **.
Song Qinghuan was fascinated and asked Xiao Ci: "What is this girl's name?"
Xiao Ci came over with a sideways glance: "You like it?"
"I like it!" Song Qinghuan said frankly, making Xiao Ci's brows jump.
Miss Lilac, who was sitting next to Song Qinghuan, rolled up her sleeves and filled the wine cup in front of her. Her voice was sweet and soft as she said: "This is Sister Du Juan who has the most beautiful voice in our building. I have such good taste."
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After finishing speaking, he raised the wine cup to Song Qinghuan's lips: "Brother, try this loquat wine. Last year, when the loquat was in season, our girls in the building made it together. It's much better than the ones outside."
Ding Xiang's enthusiasm made Song Qing feel a little uncomfortable. She deserved it and took a sip from the wine cup. It was sour and sweet and had no alcoholic taste. It was really delicious.
I drank it all in one go and asked for another cup with cloves.
Xiao Ci couldn't help but roll his eyes, sighed helplessly, but warned Ding Xiang: "Don't let her drink too much, be careful."
A place like Baihua Building is full of people, and the girls in the building all have sharp eyes. No matter how much Song Qinghuan dresses up to look like a man, girls like them can recognize him at a glance.
After all, men and women talk and walk very differently.
Xiao Ci warned, and Ding Xiang understood. She pursed her lips and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of my little brother."
While Ding Xiang was talking, Song Qinghuan reached out and held her face. He looked at her lips with a pair of eyes and said with surprise: "Sister Ding Xiang, the color of your lipstick is really beautiful, it's purple."
After saying that, he put his face forward and smelled it, and was even more surprised: "It actually smells of grapes."
Song Qinghuan is twenty this year, but her good looks don't show off. Ding Xiang is a few years younger than her, but she doesn't feel that her sister is taking advantage of her.
He just chuckled and said, "This lipstick was made by me on my own free time. You can't buy it outside."
Song Qinghuan's mind turned around and she had an idea in her heart. She said with a flattering smile, "Sister, can you give it to me evenly?"
Ding Xiang agreed, and Song Qinghuan turned his attention to Lu Jia again. He praised the beauty of the rouge on her face, and went to get some more, not missing the plum blossoms and cuckoos behind her.
She drank a lot of wine and got a lot of rouge and gouache. She also mingled with the four girls. She talked about jewelry for a while, clothes for a while, and also discussed rouge and gouache for a while about the makeup on her face.
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Xiao Ci was squeezed into a corner, and he looked at Song Qinghuan while he was pouring himself a drink. A smile that he didn't realize appeared on his lips, and he murmured in a low voice: "This little girl is really fun."
When they came out of Baihua Tower, it was almost dawn. Song Qinghuan was carrying the rouge and gouache he had asked for in his left hand, and the loquat wine given to her by the girl's door in his right hand. His face was stained crimson and he waved reluctantly to the girls.
But he still said vaguely: "I'll come see you tomorrow when I have some free time..."
Xiao Ci pulled the person over, his brows furrowed into a frown, and pulled Song Qinghuan, who was stumbling, to walk quickly.
But he said: "It's really embarrassing."
In a place like Baihua Building, people could only bring money and things in. I never thought that one day I would see someone who could move things out.
After drinking too much loquat wine, Song Qinghuan was really sick. At this time, Song Qinghuan felt that his steps were light and light. He asked Xiao Ci to hold him and staggered for a while, and then he could no longer walk.
As soon as he twisted his body, he squatted down and started to show off: "I can't walk anymore, I won't leave."
