The owner of these eyes, Ximen Qing, is very familiar.

Because Ximen Qing had slapped this person in the face several times.

Gaoyanei.

When Gao Yanei saw Ximen Qing, he stood up reflexively. A young man next to him yelled angrily: "This hasn't even started yet. Where are you going?"

Ximen Qing smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "It turns out to be Gao Yanei."

Gao Yanei coughed in embarrassment and sat down, explaining to the young man: "It seems like something pricked my butt."

"Nonsense!" The young man frowned slightly and glanced at Ximen Qing: "This is..."

"The compound surname Ximen and the single name have the character Qing." Ximen Qing said with a smile: "I haven't asked for advice yet..."

"Are you the Commander Ximen who slapped Gao Yanei several times?" The young man stumbled and said with a smile, "No wonder Gao Yanei hides when he sees you."

Gao Yanei said angrily: "Whoever wants to hide has already said that his butt was stabbed!"

The young man seemed to have heard something very interesting. He laughed and shook his head. He nodded slightly to Ximen Qing and said: "It turns out that he is Commander Ximen. Xiaosheng... is a friend of Gao Yanei. Just call me Mr. Huan."

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Ximen Qing smiled and corrected him: "Mr. Huan, one moment and another, I am now an official of the Imperial City Department, but I won't mention it on this occasion."

"An official?" Mr. Huan thought thoughtfully: "Aren't the official surnames of the Imperial City Division one named Tan and one surnamed Qian?"

"I am also a new official, maybe Mr. Huan doesn't know." Ximen Qing smiled, but he was making calculations in his heart.

The tone in which Mr. Huan mentioned the Imperial City Division was really... a bit strange. Ordinary people would be a little scared when they heard the word "Imperial City Division", but this Mr. Huan was calm and calm. It seemed that the Imperial City Division was run by their family.

...

"Wait!" Ximen Qing thought for a moment, estimated the age of Mr. Huan, looked at Gao Yanei's attitude, and suddenly cursed in his heart: "What nonsense Mr. Huan, he is obviously the brother of King Zhao Kai of Jia, today's

Crown Prince, Zhao Huan!"

A few days ago, Ximen Qing wanted to see what kind of moral character the current Song Qinzong was, but he didn't expect to meet the so-called "Mr. Huan" here today.

Zhao Huan is only eighteen months older than Zhao Kai, but one is the crown prince and the other is the third son. Although Zhao Ji currently prefers the third son, Zhao Kai, Zhao Huan is the true crown prince and future heir.

What the scholar-officials uphold is the order of elders and young children. Even if the twins are born first, the eldest son will be the eldest son. As long as he is not stupid and does not make any big mistakes such as rebellion, in the end he will still be the heir to the throne supported by the scholar-officials.

But like a father, there is a son.

Zhao Huan and his father Zhao Ji set an example and went to meet Master Li incognito. Zhao Huan was brought to Baihualou by Gao Yanei to participate in this kind of activity.

Although Ximen Qing doesn't think that as a man, there is nothing to blame for such behavior in this era, but please... you are the eldest son of the emperor!

At least King Jia Zhao Kai took the job of promoting the Imperial City Division seriously. From this point of view, Zhao Huan was not as good as Zhao Kai.

Everyone else at the table was moved when they heard that Ximen Qing was an official of the Imperial City Department, and rushed to say hello; Ximen Qing also smiled at them all.

There are also a few people who seem to be obsessed with what is in their cups and do not look up.

One of them, an old man in his 50s or 60s, caught Ximen Qing's attention. After all, this kind of activity is mostly for young people. If Baihualou can invite this old man and put him on the front seat, it means that he is not in a high position.

He is the best among literati.

Sitting next to Ximen Qing was a scholar named Huang. At first glance, he looked like a pretentious young talent. His words were full of disdain: "He? His time has passed. Baihualou invites him to sit at the front seat."

You are considered blind. As you get older, you can only drink. How can you write such good words as "Sword is like water"?

A sword like water?

This seems to have triggered some memories of Ximen Qing.

Because this word is so famous, and it involves a story between an emperor, a prostitute and a talented man.

Ximen Qing can still vaguely recite it.

The sword is like water, Wu Yan beats the snow, and the delicate hand breaks the new orange. The brocade is just warm, and the fragrance of beasts is constant. They sit opposite each other and tune the sheng.

He asked in a low voice: "Who are you going to spend the night with? It's already three o'clock in the city. The horses are slippery with frost, so why don't we leave? There are only a few people here."

According to the description in a certain literati's notebook novel, this was the talented scholar Zhou Bangyan at Li Shishi's house. As a result, Emperor Daojun came to visit and had no time to avoid it. Li Shishi asked Zhou Bangyan to hide under the bed. Later, he wrote an article "Youth Travel" about this matter.

It is said that Li Shishi also composed this poem into a song and sang it to the Taoist Emperor Zhao Ji, which made the officials a little embarrassed. However, the poem was so well written that Zhao Ji finally let the talented man Zhou Bangyan go.

Looking at the old man in front of him who was definitely almost sixty, Ximen Qing could not imagine that this guy would get under the bed.

This "Youth Journey" is probably an experience that Zhou Bangyan had in a brothel when he was young. It was attached to by later generations and became a familiar story, which is perfect for talking about after dinner.

Ximen Qing remembered the last time he and Yan Qingzang went behind the screen of Master Li's house and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Fortunately, he was not a talented person and would not become inspired by poetry.

All Ximen Qing wants is Zhao Ji’s tax exemption warrant. With this, he doesn’t know how much money he can save!

“Good wine!”

The old man diagonally across from him patted the table hard, obviously a little drunk: "Jing Yangchun...good!"

This was nothing more than the ravings of a drunkard, which aroused laughter at the table.

"This old man is drunk, why don't you help him down!" The scholar surnamed Huang next to him said loudly: "He will be disappointed soon!"

"Who's drunk?" Zhou Bangyan raised his head, his eyes half-opened and half-closed: "Who's disappointed?"

As Zhou Bangyan struggled to get up, the girl from Baihualou next to him supported him and staggered over to this side.

The scholar surnamed Huang stood up without fear: "The person who is disappointing is none other than you, Zhou Meicheng! Do you think you can come up with any good words? You are just here to cheat and drink!"

Zhou Bangyan's face turned red after hearing this, and he raised his fist as if to strike: "Young people are talking nonsense. How old are you? What good words have you made?"

"I'm not looking down on you. With your old arms and legs, can you still withstand the abuse?" The scholar named Huang sneered.

Ximen Qing smiled slightly, as long as it didn't hit him, he was just watching the fun.

No matter how talented or scholarly you are, no matter how pretentious you are, in the end you will have to roll up your sleeves and fight.

"Presumptuous!" Zhao Huan on the side suddenly slammed the table: "What is this, so ridiculous?"

This little incident naturally aroused Baihualou's idea, and three or five people came quickly to fight the drunk Zhou Bangyan. The young man named Huang also felt bored and left quietly.

Zhao Huan snorted and turned around to continue drinking with Gao Yanei; Ximen Qing shook his head secretly and saw the gauze curtain in front of the head table being pulled up.

"Is this about to start?"

Ximen Qing looked around and saw that opposite there was a huge room occupying two floors. There were stairs in the middle to go up and down. Many glazed lamps were lit, like a stage. Other seats on the third floor also opened their gauze curtains, but this

The front seats on the side have the best view. There seem to be many guests on the second floor, but all that can be seen is the lower stage.

The lights all around were dimmed, highlighting the bright lights of the second-floor stage in the middle; at the same time, more Baihualou girls entered each seat to serve the distinguished guests.

Seeing Gao Yanei frowning and trying to drink away the Baihualou girl who came to serve him, Ximen Qing secretly laughed that this guy really liked mature women and was not interested in these young girls.

However, Zhao Huan pulled the young girl to his side, hugging her from left to right, enjoying it very much, and opened his mouth as if to mock Gao Yanei for his lack of style.

To Ximen Qing's surprise, the person who came to serve him was Jiang Zhu just now.

"Sir Ximen is a distinguished guest among distinguished guests, and I cannot afford to neglect him."

As soon as Jiangzhu arrived, she poured a glass of Jingyangchun for Ximen Qing and rubbed her body against each other, making her appear intimate.

When Ximen Qing came to such an occasion, he just wanted to have fun, so he would not let go of the meat that was delivered to his door.

And more importantly, there are still two things that need to be extracted from Jiangzhu, so Ximen Qing doesn't mind using some tricks.

His fingers slipped into the small garment, enjoying the smoothness; Jiangzhu smiled slightly and quietly untied the small garment, allowing Ximen Qing to explore inside easily.

Ximen Qing held the two balls, feeling the young and elastic feedback, but clamped the two sharp points with his fingers and gently twisted them.

Jiangzhu originally thought that the businessman was just as anxious as other guests, but soon she felt differently.

Ximen Qing's offensive... was too fierce, and it was overwhelming for Jiangzhu.

"Sir... let me go."

The crimson pink face had already stuck to Ximen Qing's face, and his body was limp in Ximen Qing's arms, feeling a little confused and fascinated.

Ximen Qing chuckled twice, but did not relax his hand, causing Jiangzhu to breathe quickly and his chest to rise and fall, but Ximen Qing just followed these ups and downs and launched a more violent attack!

"Magpie Bridge Immortal" was already being sung on the opposite stage:

The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. When gold, wind, jade and dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and we can bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on our way home. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?

Before the song was finished, Jiangzhu was already pushed to the top by Ximen Qing, and finally couldn't hold back and let out a loud scream.

This situation had never happened before in Jiangzhu's career, which made her cover her mouth in panic.

The pleasure still came one after another, but it was always just a hair away from the peak, which made Jiangzhu feel that she was working so hard.

At this moment, Ximen Qing's pair of magical hands suddenly stopped.
Chapter completed!