Nightfall Chapter 41: The hot water drops on the lotus petals

Chapter 41 Hot water drops on lotus petals

Ning Que's appearance at this time fell in the eyes of the girls and the close-knit maid named Xiaocao, that is, she was fascinated by the plump girl and turned into a foolish head who couldn't walk. Goose. The little servant girl became more unhappy, staring at the plump but delicate woman, and said: "Shui Zhuer, this is what grandma confessed, don't you dare to listen?"

Shui Zhuer is a very popular girl with red sleeves. Although she has not been able to participate in the Oiran election for two consecutive years, the market has always been extremely prosperous with her beautiful face and watery white fat. But even she did not dare to resist the orders of everyone Jane. She turned her eyes, smiled and walked forward to hold Ning Que's hand, and said, "Since it is the rule set by grandma, how dare I not follow it, it's just this little I just like the child when I look at it. Sister, I like the shy look of a child the most. Come, go to the yard with my sister for a while."

Ning Que naturally would not object, she dragged her hand along the stream and walked to a small courtyard between the flowers and trees. The girls behind her just made fun of them in a low voice, but did not stop them. Only the servant girl Xiaocao shouted: "Grandma said, no one is allowed to do business with him!"

"Huh? Is there anything like this?"

Ning Que looked back in horror, thinking that with that Jane’s position in the world, if this word spreads, I’m afraid that the entire brothel of Chang’an City will not do business in the future. How can it be made?

The maid Xiaocao looked at him proudly and said, "Don't grandma have that meaning?"

Ning Que was speechless. I thought it’s no wonder that historical books say that the emperor is not terrible, and that the eunuchs who are used to false imperial edicts are the most annoying. Thinking of the prospects, I can’t help crying, and the endless tragic vicissitudes of life—but Even so, he still had to follow the red card girl named Shuijiuer.

Entering the small courtyard, there is no fascinating story. The Shuijiuer girl sat cross-legged on the couch, causing the little girl who served to bring various mixed fruits to Ning Que, but she was leaning against the fence and eating melon seeds. Without a word, he asked about the situation when he met with Jane, and asked about the situation on the border.

Ning Que has always been very good at such things. The taverns in Weicheng and the gambling shops in the military camps are all good battlefields for him to hone his skills and his ability to observe words and colors. Tonight, he will first confront Jane and then caress the little maid. Now he is facing the popular prostitutes in Chang'an. Being timid, eating fruit and chatting very naturally, it feels like being at home.

The purpose of talking is to talk, Miss Shui Zhuer did not notice at all, she just ate half a plate of melon seeds, the topic changed from Weicheng to Chang'an City, and the content of the chat changed from whether the barbarian girl is pretty to the red sleeve trick What kind of characters are your guests, who is the best jealous, whose wife is the best jealous.

It seems to be against professional ethics to talk about the privacy of your benefactors, but to be honest, this is indeed not much amateur enjoyment for the girls in the brothel besides piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing and dancing. Shui Zhuer will not feel strange, on the contrary. It's getting more and more exciting.

Ning Que lowered his head and picked up the fruit on the plate. It seemed that he didn't care much. He just asked and listened at will. In fact, his ears had been erected a long time ago, and he kept filtering the names that passed into his ears. The fingers stiffened slightly.

"I’ve never seen anyone who is so afraid of wives, a grade 4 or 5 official, who even pretends to be dressed up every time he comes to play in the building, and that guy is useless. No loss is the Yushida who can speak with iron mouth..."

Master Yushi’s iron-mouthed evaluation was actually used harshly by the women in the brothel. Ning Que thought of seeing Zhang Yiqi’s concubine’s contented expressions at the gate of Zhang’s mansion, and suddenly came to mind. The picture of a white-haired Yushi lying on her concubine's legs all day long, almost squirting the fruit out of her mouth, choking and coughing.

Shui Zhu'er's comment was uncomfortable as soon as she was uttered. I hoped that the boy might not understand the meaning of the words, but he did not expect that his reaction was so exaggerated, and he understood what was going on. I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Angrily punched him on the shoulder, and his face blushed and said, "What do you do all day in the border town, you as a child know this."

With a few laughs, the servant girl walked over to Shuijiao's ear and said something. Ning Que looked outside the courtyard, and when he knew that the night was getting late, it was time to say goodbye, so she stood up and saluted sincerely.

Shui Zhuer pursed her lips and thought for a while, took out a silver ingot from the box next to the pillow and handed it over, smiling and saying, "This is not a big red envelope, but you can't talk with me for so long. Talking for nothing, don’t look down on me. If you don’t know why, I think it’s a pleasure to talk to you."

Ning Que thought that it was natural. If you want to talk to the guests, you have to pay attention to style and style. How can you accompany me like the old aunt in the village leaning on the couch, saying two swear words in half and half , But he also likes Shui Zhu'er girl's refreshing conversation and...clear face and plump body, but he is not hypocritical. He took Yin Ding and said: "Even if it is my sister's meeting gift."

Hearing this, Shuijiao's eyes lit up, she stepped forward and put him in her arms, rubbed his head indiscriminately, and said with a smile: "Although grandma doesn't know why she wants to look at you, but if When it’s okay, you might as well come and see me more."

She is engaged in the business of Fengyue, and Ning Que is a young scholar who can sit and talk to each other in the small courtyard in the brothel. If she is a person of two worlds elsewhere, she is naturally happy when Ning Que shouts. But she did not recognize this younger brother, a Chang'an woman, even a Chang'an prostitute has her own tolerance and pride.

Back to the shop in Lin 47 Lane, Sangsang casually mentioned that two people came to ask if the boss was there in the afternoon. Ning Que didn't care, so Sangsang burned the pot of hot water to scald his feet and fell asleep.

The lights went out and the room was dark. Ning Que was holding those little feet as usual, but in his mind he was reminiscing about what he saw and heard tonight at Hong Xiuzhao. First he thought about the Yushi Zhang Yiqi, and then he thought about it. What appeared more was the little pink face of Shuishi Yixiyi, and the delicate tender flesh rippling like water, especially when she was hugged in her arms and rubbed her head, her face was soft and elastic. The touch and the orchid-like fragrance seem to be still there at this time.

Thinking of Si Jing, it was a little hot at this time, and the little feet holding Sangsang felt even hotter. When the knees reached the place where they would be thin at this time, they would have abundance in the future.

People always grow up. It’s not a problem to go down like this. Ning Que opened the bed and sat up, looking at the awakened girl, and said with a smile: "Changan is hotter than the border town, look I have to separate the beds in advance."

Xiao Sangsang rubbed his eyes and said in a daze, "But there is no kang here, I think it's colder than home."