On horseback is a handsome young man with a face like a crown of jade, a dazzling look, and a handsome young man who looks better than Pan An, sitting on horseback and looking forward to pride, that kind of self-respecting temperament in the world, if it is not for the young master who grew up in a large family and is accustomed to the life of brocade clothes and jade food, it is impossible to have.

It's just that the groom who leads the horse is too cold, and there is a burn scar on his face, although it is not ugly, it is unforgettable.

Such a master-servant match shows the master's handsomeness.

The horse stopped, and the handsome young man got off the horse with the groom's men, and strode into the courtyard, where the women at the gate of the courtyard saw him, and when they saw him, they were like wolves with fresh meat, and their eyes flashed with love, and they rushed towards him.

The young man hurriedly hid behind Zhen Mingku, didn't let those vulgar fans come forward, and said, "Don't touch me, if Sister Shuang smells your rouge fragrance on me for a while, you must drive me out!" ”

When those women saw Zhen Mingku's dignity and the dress of a slave, they avoided one after another, and they didn't even have a perfunctory interest.

At this time, an old bustard about forty or fifty years old with crow's feet in the corners of his eyes came out of the courtyard, dangling a red handkerchief in his hand, and walked towards Zhen Mingku.

"Hey, rare guest, isn't this Yang Gongzi? But I haven't seen you here for a few days, how can I go to the slave family to sit in the agarwood pavilion this time, there are many beautiful daughters in the slave family's agarwood pavilion who don't think about tea and dinner for you all day long! ”

What an old bustard.

The foundation on her face is so thick that she can be bulletproof, twisting her thick bucket waist, swinging her fat buttocks and walking like a willow in the wind, before the person arrives, the strong fragrant wind has choked into the nostrils of people a few meters away, especially when she uses her sharp and piercing voice, a "slave family", which makes people feel like more than a dozen cat paws scratching on their bodies.

The young man walked out from behind Zhen Mingku, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Mother Chen from Agarwood Pavilion, you came just in time, Young Master Ben was about to listen to Sister Shuang playing music, please help me inform Mother Li of Baihualou, and ask her if Sister Shuang is ...... Come on, reward Chen's mother with five taels of silver......"

As soon as the young man opened his mouth, he jumped in five or two, and he didn't know that the hard-earned money of the poor people was not easy to come by.

Zhen Mingku's brows furrowed, but he didn't hesitate, took out the little silver left from his arms, and handed it to the old bustard.

The old bustard happily took the silver and put it into his waist, turned around and commanded a few times to a servant girl behind him, the servant girl turned around, the old bustard turned around, and said to the young man with a smile: "The slave family has sent someone to report, and it will not be able to come back for a while, Yang Gongzi might as well go to the hall for a while, drink some pastries and tea, and watch the girls' performances. ”

"It's the best, there's Lao Chen's mother." The young man was already familiar with the procedures here, nodded in response, and the old bustard took him and Zhen Mingku, and entered the gate of the Red Apricot Courtyard together.

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As soon as I entered the hall, a burst of melodious and melodious music was mixed with the sound of clinking glasses, the sound of chanting poems, and the delicate sound of women's coquettishness, pouring into my ears and buzzing.

The aroma of wine, fat powder, and the aroma of the dish are mixed together, and it is almost suffocating.

Zhen Mingku glanced around.

This is a hospitality hall the size of half a football field, and the most striking thing is the beautiful stage in the center of the hall.

More than a dozen sexy women wearing neon clothes and feathers, revealing their fair and round legs, are dancing beautifully to melodious music, interpreting the beauty of women's limbs with their graceful bodies.

Usually what you see on the street are tightly wrapped women, but now so many women with a large white thigh suddenly appear, as if there are two worlds, makes people wonder if it is time and space disorder.

The stage in the center of the hall is special, and the whole hall is like a small ancient Roman gladiatorial arena, low in the middle and high around the perimeter, but the ancient Roman gladiatorial arena presents a solemn slaughter, but it is filled with the smell of live color and powder.

The outermost part was a ring of walkways and fences, and in the aisles there were a circle of small tables, all of which sat on the sides of the tables, waiting for the guests summoned by the fairies, and some of them stood up, leaning against the fence, and watched the cabaret in the center of the hall, and from time to time there was a shrill cheer.

Under the fence is more than a dozen stands set up around the stage, separated by screens, the stands are each set up a banquet, the guests are full of guests, each guest has a woman dressed up like a flower, smiling like a flower, from time to time to the guests around him to pour wine and food, it can be seen that they are some guests of distinguished status.

A four-storey building encloses the stage, upstairs from time to time there are drunk men in the corridor loud noise, some chant poetry loudly, there are **** teasing women, and some drunk, misty men, with the help of women, entered the room and closed the door.

On the railing of the second floor facing the entrance of the building, there is a jade-inlaid plaque with two large golden characters:

Calling the Spring Pavilion.

Mother Chen walked up to the slave guarding the entrance door of the hall, asked a few words, and then came back and said, "Young Master Yang, you see that you came too late today, and the reception seats inside are already full, why don't you just wronged you and sit next to you for a while?" As soon as there is a place, the slave family will arrange for you to be seated inside, what do you think? ”

"Thank you so much Mother Chen."

"Oh, Yang Gongzi, you are too polite, the slave family can't afford it, you are a distinguished guest in the courtyard, the slave family is afraid that the greeting will not be considerate, and the son will be neglected, and the courtyard will blame it, and the slave family will not be able to eat and walk around, giggle......"

Mother Chen covered her mouth with a red silk scarf and laughed like a hen laying eggs, twisted her waist and swung her hips to bring the two to one of the waiting tables in the aisle, "Then Young Master Yang, you sit down first, watch the song and dance performance, I will go to greet the other guests first, and when I come back, the slave family will let someone take you on the boat." ”

The boy nodded in response, and the old bustard turned around and walked towards the entrance of the hall with small steps.

"Get on board?" Zhen Mingku was a little puzzled.

"You'll find out in a moment." The young man sat on the table, with his hands on his cheeks, and replied nonchalantly, looking at him, as if he was not in the least interested in the cabaret on stage.

Zhen Ming asked bitterly: "Why don't you watch such a beautiful song and dance?" ”

"Hmph, that's also called dancing? Sister Frost's song and dance, that's the real flying fairy. ”

Zhen Mingku glanced back at the center of the stage, the dozen or so graceful and charming beautiful women, all of them were ice muscles and jade bones, and their postures were all one in a million, first-class beauties, and their figures were even more delicate and beautiful.

Just a woman dancing like this is amazing enough, and more than a dozen such graceful women with their own characteristics dancing together can be described as shocking.

If this is not a flying fairy, I really don't know what it is.

At this time, after the song was finished, more than a dozen women came to the front of the stage, bowed and thanked them, and the applause around them was thunderous, and the whistles rang out, and the guests took out the white silks, handkerchiefs, turbans, and gold and silver jewelry in their arms, and threw them towards the center of the stage.

The women on the stage quietly withdrew from the stage with applause and whistles, and a handsome man walked up from the stage and said loudly: "The following is the sword wheel dance performed by the Oiran drunken moon girl of the Agarwood Pavilion for everyone!" ”