The owner of the Lonely Smoke Inn is called Qingyan.

The inn is located at the foot of the mountain not far from the Golden Villa, and the street in front of the door happens to be the place where the passing merchants go up the mountain to the Golden Villa.

Therefore, the store of the Lonely Smoke Inn is not big, but the business is still passable.

Those gamblers who are full of confidence and are full of confidence who have already lost all their strength and plan to go up the mountain to the gold throwing villa, or those who have lost all their money and have not yet lost their lives, will always ask for a pot of wine and a drink in the Lonely Smoke Inn.

Those who plan to gamble in the Golden Villa, or the unlucky ghosts who have just lost from the Golden Villa and almost have no pants to wear, when they come to the Lonely Smoke Inn to drink alone, although their moods are different, but when they see the green smoke, they will have the same idea.

And when I have this thought, of course, I will unconsciously think of the same thing, the bed.

Qingyan is the owner of the Lonely Smoke Inn.

Qingyan looked like her name, very thin, very light, very graceful, and even exuded a faint smell of green smoke on her body.

Before you can fully wake up, the green smoke has turned into an invisible rope, firmly chaining you to the Lonely Smoke Inn, asking for wine and food, and you are no longer willing to take your eyes off her.

When she walks slowly towards you, her steps are gentle and ying, as if she is being carried by a gust of wind and slowly floats over.

There was even a charming smile on her face, like the sun on the lake in March, so that your bones almost melted and your soul scattered.

Although Qingyan is no longer in its glory, he is still in good shape.

The place where it should be abrupt is still very clever, and the place that should be concave is of course ingenious, and even the most discerning man can't find a single flaw in the place where it should be.

Her whole body is like a lotus root that never shrinks.

Although Qingyan is now forty-seven years old, she still looks like a thirty-five-year-old woman.

As the saying goes, a thirty-year-old woman has a flower, and whoever sees it has numb bones, not to mention, Qingyan is still a very uncommon flower, so whoever sees it wants to pick it.

What's more, before you can do it, this flower itself has already stretched out its head for you to pick, and you said that when you see such a flower, your whole body will be numb.

Of course, the numbness will be numb for a short time, although the numb bones are already soft, and the heart and liver are almost broken, but at this time, those who often patronize the Lonely Smoke Inn will order it.

At most, they are too addicted, and they eat tofu casually in their mouths to take advantage of something cheap, and of course they don't really pick this flower.

Because they all know that this is not only a thorny flower, easy to pierce the hand, but also, she also has two fierce and vicious flower messengers.

These two flower messengers are Qingyan's two sons.

If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, it's really hard to imagine how a beautiful and handsome woman like Guyan could give birth to such two sons.

If Qingyan is a fine porcelain made by skilled craftsmen, then her two sons are clay embryos used to make porcelain, or simply burnt porcelain.

And the two sons of porcelain who were burned out, one was called Black Smoke and the other was called White Smoke.

These two brothers are the protectors of Qingyan.

Those guys who came to the Lonely Smoke Inn for the first time, when they saw Qingyan flattering them, or even seducing them, they would be overwhelmed and couldn't bear it.

By the time they really can't hold back their intention to go to bed with her, then their end of the world has come.

Before they could enter the room of Qingyan, they would crash headlong into these two vicious brothers at the door.

And the brothers will not only squeeze all the money out of you, but they will also strip you of your clothes and throw them into the street in front of the door, and kick them from one end of the street to the other.

This is a pair of enemies, and even urging Yama.

Even sometimes, even if you don't flirt with Qingyan, they will come to you for trouble for no reason, and then, squeeze you two dollars.

If you don't have oil or water to squeeze on you, they'll beat you up.

As long as there are people who have come to the Lonely Smoke Inn to drink, there is no one who will not be beaten by the brothers.

However, those who have been beaten still come here to drink, and when they drink, their eyes will still look at Qingyan's body.

It's just that when they look at the green smoke, they just have a little more mind, and when they see that the signs are wrong, they quickly smear oil on the soles of their feet and snort.

In fact, the reason why those past guests often visit the Lonely Smoke Inn is not just to eat green tofu and take advantage of it, they really want to taste the wine here.

Because the wine brewed by green tobacco seems to have a very special flavor, as for what is special, I can't say, I only know that some people are beaten today, and they will come to drink it tomorrow.

It's as if they've become addicted.

Sometimes, even Qingyan himself feels strange: all the wine in the world is made from Daqu and grain, why do those people like to drink what I brew?

Is it true that the wine I make is different from other people's wine, is it true that my wine is mixed with honey, and other people's wine is not filled with dog urine?

Muttering like this, she would scoop a little bit with a spoon and taste it, and taste and taste, but still not taste anything special in the wine.

She was muttering wine while a guest next to her was muttering about her figure.

From her proud breasts, to her high and bulging ass, and then down to her most mysterious recesses.

While the man was drinking, he looked at the places on her that were most coveted by the men, and every time he looked at it, he had to take a sip of wine, look again, take another sip.

He seems to have taken the sultry place on Qingyan's body as an appetizer.

The sultry spring and the beautiful scenery are not the best wine in the world?

Qingyan also found this person's special interest, but not only did she not feel embarrassed, but she even raised the place where it should be tall and the place that should be protruding more prominently.

It was a young man, and he seemed to look good.

Qingyan has reached this age, and she should indeed be proud to attract the attention of such a handsome young man.

She was proud, but the black and white smoke were already ready to move.

Their fists creaked, and their cowbell-like eyes glared like the crater of an erupting volcano, spewing black and white smoke.

Then, with a dull click, a table made of oak was smashed apart, and the brothers walked up to the young man.

The young man was still drinking, still admiring the "beautiful scenery", as if he was not at all aware of the strong murderous aura that was coming from behind.

Everyone secretly pinched a cold sweat for him, because a young man like him couldn't withstand the brothers' boulder-like fists at all.

What a cowardly guy.

Black Smoke walked up to him, stepped one foot on the stool on his left, and then, patting him on the shoulder, said loudly: "This guest officer, have you finished your wine?"

Bai Yan also walked up to him, stepped on the stool on his right, and then, patted his other shoulder, and said in an equally amazing voice, "How does it taste?"

The black and thick hand that was almost like a banana on his shoulder spread out in front of him, and said, "Does the guest officer have any silver on him?"

Bai Yan put down the hand on his shoulder, slapped the table, and the wine jug and glass on the table were shaken, and said: Dare to drink without silver?

Black Smoke pointed to the red wine flag that was fluttering on the pole and sneered, and said, "Hmph, you don't go out to inquire, what kind of place is this?"

Bai Yan poked his impregnable chest with his thumb, and said viciously: Ha, haven't you heard of the prestige of the Lonely Smoke Inn?

Their voices shook the room full of wine pots and bowls.