Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 6: Buy a drunk brothel

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There is a kind of person in this world whose words and actions will always be different.

For example, Yuan Zhaoxuan.

Meng Fuyao thought he had never seen a man who could openly tell his favorite woman that he would go to the brothel.

Okay... Meng Fuyao thought a little shamelessly, he was narcissistic, when did Yuan Zhaoxu officially say that she liked her?

Okay... Meng Fuyao said to herself that although she has a good impression of Yuan Zhaoxuan, she actually doesn't want anyone to love whom she wants to fall in love with.

So what's the gloomy death? Meng Fuyao was puzzled, the more he thought about it, the more irritable he raised his hand and slapped himself.

Yuan Zhao smiled, as if he hadn't seen her strange movements.

Master Yuan Bao heard the sound, got his head out of Yuan Zhaoxuan's arms, and saw Meng Fuyao, his eyes brightened, and he burst out suddenly, slapped Meng Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao was caught off guard by being slapped, and was furious. Master Yuan Bao barked her teeth and "creaked" repeatedly.

Yuan Zhaoxuan automatically translated for her, "It probably means, it is symmetrical and more beautiful."

Meng Fuyao was silent, suddenly stretched out his hand, pulled out a beard at each of Yuan Bao's mouth like lightning, then smiled, "Okay, symmetrical and beautiful."

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One person and one mouse face each other endlessly, but Yuan Zhaoxuan has raised his head, his eyes are deep, and he looks at the plaque in front of the exquisite pavilion.

"Spring Pavilion".

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"Chunshen Pavilion", Zhongzhou's leading romantic nest in the Golden Cave, has the most beautiful wine, the most beautiful old bustard, the best singing and dancing, and the most beautiful women.

The owner of "Chunshen Pavilion" is not a native of Zhongzhou, but Giatori, a great merchant from Gaoluo over the sea.

He came across the sea with a large amount of gold and knocked on the doors of officials at all levels in Zhongzhou with a lot of money. Within a few months of his arrival, he opened the Chunshen Pavilion vigorously. On the first day of opening, his skin was like snowy hair with high nose and deep eyes. The golden-like dancers of the Western Regions attracted the attention of the people in Zhongzhou. Since then, the business has been full and the pavilion is always full of springs.

It is said that the name of his Chunshen Pavilion is not given by him as a foreigner, but he has visited the door more than ten times and sent countless famous antique and exquisite gold watches before he invited the Prince's attendant, Mr. Bai, to write the plaque. .

In the Promise Kingdom, anything as long as the word "prince" is attached to it is worth a hundred times the envy of everyone. With this treasure, the boss feels that the waist is a bit straighter.

As soon as I entered the hall, meaty wine, balsam, powdery aroma mixed with bad breath, sweat, and various unidentified turbid odors came to my face, and there were waves of laughter one after another, and the red scarf and green sleeves shuttled on the first floor. On the second floor there was belly dancing of the Western Regions, the gambling shop on the third floor hulu drinking pheasants, and the fourth floor...the fourth floor was quiet.

A turtle came to ask me diligently, Yuan Zhao smiled and said, "Find something fresh and tender."

When the tortoise was public, he smiled and bowed heavily, "Please, please!"

Yuan Zhaohua took Meng Fuyao, who was in men's clothing, and left. Meng Fuyao viciously pinched his palm with his nails-you seem to be a regular visitor, even a whisper.

After pinching for a long time, someone finally looked back and smiled, bowed his head and gently said to her ear, "Are you jealous? Fu Yao?"

He picked up the word "Fuyao" lightly, and it sounded like a joke. Meng Fuyao blushed and replied stiffly, "I want to ask you, what is ‘tender’?"

Yuan Zhaoxuan smiled when he heard this, and said lightly, "I'll know later."

Although Meng Fuyao felt instinctively depressed when he invited him to visit the brothel, he also knew that Yuan Zhaoxu was definitely not going to visit the brothel. He obediently followed him into the fourth-floor accord, which was decorated in an extremely rich and beautiful manner, not less than the house of princes. The little servant brought the wine and food like flowing water. After a while, Lord Yuanbao got drunk, and fell asleep holding two Fufeng dates.

Meng Fuyao has been drinking with Yuan Zhaoxue. She has always boasted that she has a lot of alcohol. She vowed to pour Yuan Zhaoxuan down so that this person who has always had the upper hand will lose once. It was unfathomable. Drinking one cup after another, the more you drank, the more sober you became, the more you drank, the brighter your eyesight, and the more you drank, the more it made Meng Fuyao collapse.

Meng Fuyao has never been a person who is willing to admit defeat or collapse without a fight. The more she drinks, the more vigorous, the more arrogant she drinks, from the stool to the table, from the table to the wine jar, exquisite The carved small wine altar was piled up into a hill at her feet, and Meng Fuyao still raised the altar to toast Yuan Zhaoxuan, "Drink! It's better to have a hole in your stomach...rough a hole in your stomach than a feeling...crack."

Yuan Zhaoxuan leaned on the chair from head to tail, drank lightly, and even the posture of grabbing a wine jar was so elegant, which contrasted more and more the difference between the two men's temperament at this moment.

When the door curtain was lifted, when several cowardly girls came in, Meng Fuyao had his tongue out, pulling Yuan Zhaoxu's sleeves, and thief asked, "Will you change the dress for me? It must be a superb. Pseudo mother..."

The girls looked at each other and all blessed the two of them. Meng Fu shook his head, laughed "Ha", and drunk a finger, "...Who's from... Lolita... Wrong The door... is it..."

That's wrong, she doesn't think Meng Fuyao is forty years old when the four add up. The youngest one, undersized and childish, looks like he is only six or seven years old. Is this a nursery or a brothel?

Meng Fuyao burped a drink, holding a heavy one, one turned into two heavy heads, shaking the bizarre and colorful vision, seeing the curtains spinning, the beauty upside down, seeing Yuan Zhao pacing past with a smile , Pulling the youngest one to ask and say something, the children first shook their heads, then started crying for some reason, and thumped to Yuan Zhaohu's knees.

...Damn, child prostitute...

This was the last thought when Meng Fuyao got drunk and got under the table.