There is a kind of person in this world, what he says and does is always different.
For example, Yuan Zhaoxu.
Meng Fuyao thinks that he has never seen a man who can openly say to the woman he likes that he is going to visit a brothel.
Alright... Meng Fuyao thought a bit shabby, maybe he is narcissistic, when did Yuan Zhaoxu officially say that he liked her
Well... Meng Fuyao said to herself that although she has a good impression of Yuan Zhaoxu, she actually doesn't want anyone to fall in love with anyone—she has no plans to fall in love.
So what's the matter? Meng Fuyao couldn't figure it out, the more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, he raised his hand and slapped himself.
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled, as if he didn't see her weird movements.
Hearing the voice, Master Yuan Bao poked his head out of Yuan Zhaoxu's arms, and when he saw Meng Fuyao's slap, his eyes lit up, and he rushed out, slapping Meng Fuyao too.
Meng Fuyao was caught off guard by the slap, and immediately became furious, Master Yuan Bao bared his teeth at her, "squeaking" repeatedly.
Yuan Zhaoxu automatically translated for her, "It probably means that it is more beautiful if it is symmetrical like this."
Meng Fuyao was silent, suddenly stretched out his hand, and pulled out a beard from each side of Mr. Yuan Bao's mouth like lightning, and then smiled, "Okay, the symmetry is beautiful."
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One person and one mouse confront each other endlessly, but Yuan Zhaoxu has already raised his head, his eyes are deep, and he is looking at the plaque in front of the exquisite pavilion.
"Spring Pavilion"
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"Chunshen Pavilion", Zhongzhou's leading gold-selling cave, has the most beautiful wine, the most beautiful bustard, the best singing and dancing, and the most beauties.
The owner of "Chunshen Pavilion" is not a native of Zhongzhou, but a great merchant Jia Tuoli who came from Gaoluo country across the sea.
He came across the sea with a large amount of gold, knocked on the doors of officials at all levels in Zhongzhou with a lot of money, and opened Chunshen Pavilion with great vigor within a few months. The dancers from the Western Regions attracted the attention of the people of Zhongzhou. Since then, the business has been full every day, and the house is always full of spring.
It is said that the name of his Chunshen Pavilion was not given by him as a foreigner, but that he came to the door more than ten times successively and presented countless famous antiques and exquisite gold watches. Only then did he ask the prince's attendant, Mr. Bai, to write a plaque for it.
In the Wuji Kingdom, as long as anything has the word "Prince", it is worth a hundred times and everyone envies it. With this treasure, the boss feels that his waist is a little straighter.
As soon as you enter the hall, the smell of meat, wine, balm, powder, bad breath, sweat, and all kinds of unidentifiable turbid smells come to your face, and there are waves of laughter one after another. Belly dancing in the Western Regions, the gambling house on the third floor is hulu and pheasants, and the fourth floor... the fourth floor is quiet.
A Mr. Turtle came over to ask courteously, Yuan Zhaoxu smiled and said, "Find a fresh one, tender."
Mr. Gui opened his eyes and smiled immediately, and bowed heavily, "Please come to the fourth floor!"
Yuan Zhaoxu dragged Meng Fuyao, who was dressed in men's clothes, away, and Meng Fuyao viciously pinched his palm with his fingernails—you seem to be a frequent visitor, you can even code words.
After pinching for a long time, someone finally looked back and smiled, bowed his head and whispered in her ear, "Are you jealous? Fuyao?"
He raised the word Fuyao slightly, which sounded like a joke. Meng Fuyao blushed, and answered stiffly, "I want to ask you, what is 'tender'?"
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled when he heard this sentence, and said lightly, "I'll find out later."
Although Meng Fuyao was intuitively depressed when he invited him to visit brothels, he also knew that Yuan Zhaoxu didn't really want to visit brothels, so he obediently followed him into the fourth-floor accord. General brought food and wine, not long after Mr. Yuanbao got drunk, hugged two Fufeng jujubes and fell asleep.
Meng Fuyao has been drinking with Yuan Zhaoxu all the time. She has always boasted that she can drink a lot, and she vows to pour Yuan Zhaoxu down, so that this person who has always had the upper hand loses for a while. Test, drink cup by cup, the more you drink, the more awake you become, the more you drink, the brighter your eyes, the more you drink, the more Meng Fuyao collapses.
Meng Fuyao was never a person who would easily admit defeat or collapse without a fight. The more she drank, the more vigorous she became, and the more she drank, the more arrogant she became. She drank from the stool to the table, and from the table to the pile of wine jars. The wine jars were piled up at her feet, and Meng Fuyao held up the altar to toast Yuan Zhaoxu, "Drink! I would rather have a hole in my stomach than a crack in my heart."
Yuan Zhaoxu leaned on the chair from the beginning to the end, drank like a light weight, and even grabbed the wine jar with such an elegant posture, which further showed the huge difference in temperament between the two at this moment.
When the door curtain was lifted and a few timid girls came in, Meng Fuyao was already pulling Yuan Zhaoxu's sleeve with his tongue out, begging, "Can you change into women's clothes and show me? You must be a terrific fake girl..."
The girls glanced at each other and blessed them both. Meng Fuyao raised his head, laughed "ha", and pointed drunkenly, "...Whose family... Lori... went to the wrong door... Maybe..."
No mistake, Meng Fuyao is not even forty years old when those four are added up, and the youngest one is not tall enough, but still childish, and looks like she is only six or seven years old. Is this a nursery school or a brothel
Meng Fuyao had a belch, holding the heavy head, one turned into two heavy heads, shaking the grotesque and colorful vision, saw the curtains were spinning, the beauty was upside down, saw Yuan Zhaoxu walking over with a smile, pulling The youngest one asked something and said something, those children first shook their heads, then they all burst into tears for no reason, and fell to their knees before Yuan Zhaoxu.
... Damn, child prostitutes...
This was Meng Fuyao's last thought when he was so drunk that he got under the table.