Looking at the plates piled up in mountains, Feng Yun patted his obviously bulging belly with satisfaction. It was not easy for Zhang Yong and other yamen runners to have sex, and there were several empty wine jars under each other's table.

It was rare to have a meal at Hongyun Restaurant, and everyone was naturally open.

Since eating medicinal food, Feng Yun's physical fitness has increased and his appetite has also increased significantly. With Feng Yun taking the lead, Zhang Yong and others have no scruples, and they just need to empty the entire restaurant.

This meal cost at least thirty taels!

Thirty taels! Haha! It’s enough to buy fifteen Feng Yun!

Supporting each other and walking out of the restaurant, the sun was already westward, and the smell of alcohol on his body blew away, Feng Yun went to his new home alone.

There is an alley ahead, which is quite lively during the day. After the sun sets, it becomes a paradise for homeless people and beggars.

At this time, the sun was still on the top of the mountain, and several homeless men were already sitting around and chatting and laughing unscrupulously.

"Zhang Laoer, have you ever eaten crispy chicken in your life? It tastes so beautiful. I have eaten it so much that I feel oily. I haven't washed my hands for a month. I feel the smell of crispy chicken when I fill my fingers every day!" A homeless man with disheveled hair was lying comfortably on the ground and bragging.

"Hmph! Isn't it just Mr. Fan who threw a chicken leg at you when you see you are about to die? Look, you will be proud of your whole day!" Another homeless man narrowed his eyes and licked the corners of his mouth as he looked at the setting sun.

"What you throw is also chicken legs! If you want to eat, someone will throw it away for you!"

"Isn't it just a chicken leg? Have you ever drunk the famous "Qingquan Wine"?"

"What? Have you drunk it?"

"That's of course!"

The homeless man with a head of hair suddenly became interested and turned over and sat up and asked anxiously: "Then tell me what Qingquan wine tastes?"

“It was a winter…”

"Stop talking, hurry up!"

“………”

Listening to the chicken legs and soju wine, the homeless men seemed to feel very satisfied. Several people gathered together to discuss the best things they had ever eaten. At this moment, an old homeless man sighed: "This summer is so hot, and winter is not sure how cold it is. Can we gather together next year?"

The scene suddenly became quiet.

After a long time, the old homeless man forced a smile that was even worse than bitterness, "Die will die. As a man, this shit-smuggling stick under his crotch has never been used in his life. I am ashamed of my ancestors!" As he said that, he burst into tears and cried.

"...Woo woo..." The old homeless man cried, and several homeless men started crying. The scene was quite spectacular, which attracted passers-by to stop.

"Yes, I'll be my whole life..." The homeless man with disheveled hair reached out and pounded it in his crotch for a long time, and suddenly said fiercely: "Before death, I must go to Qingyuefang!"

Qingyuefang?

Feng Yun, who was passing by, was suddenly stunned, looked at the homeless man deeply, and turned around and walked towards the county government.

In the morgue of the county government, Feng Yun treated all the bodies with "preservation" and then sat side by side with Mr. Wei on the steps and looked up at the dark starry sky.

"I just came yesterday, why did I come again today?"

Mr. Wei couldn't understand the young man in front of him. He claimed to know countless people. County Magistrate Tan Duoxiang had also asked him many times, but he fell in love with Feng Yun.

His lifelong secrets were on the corpse, but Feng Yun could see through it at a glance.

And Feng Yun is just a young man!

"Take you to a place tonight!" Feng Yun said with a smile.

"I won't go!" Old Man Wei shook his head. Since Feng Yun discovered the secret, he always felt that Feng Yun had something wrong with him.

A young man has bad thoughts about an old man, and he feels incredible when he thinks about it, but he just feels this way.

"If you don't go, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"

Feng Yun didn't urge him, and just looked at Mr. Wei indifferently. Instead, endless thoughts flashed through my old man's heart. There were so many things he regretted in this life. Could it be that this kid...

The more I think about Mr. Wei, the more I feel, the more itchy I feel.

"Okay! I'll go! But don't make any bad ideas!"

After living at such an old age, Mr. Wei felt so helpless for the first time, and was as squeamish as a young wife.

The largest brothel in the county town is at the entrance of Qingyuefang, where two men in robes, one old and one young stop at the door.

The orioles danced, and the flowers were waving. Looking at the girls at the door who were dressed in exposed clothes and constantly flirted at the pedestrians, Mr. Wei understood what this place was even if he didn't know the word.

"Why did you bring me to such a place?" After changing into a long robe, Mr. Wei's hunched waist also straightened. Although he tried hard to stare, his guilty side was still revealed.

"What, don't you want to?"

"I want to... don't want it!" Old Mr. Wei shook his head quickly.

"As a man, don't come here for a walk, you will be a man!" He said gently in the ear of Mr. Wei, and Feng Yun first stepped into the gate of Qingyuefang.

"Absolutely a man?" Old Man Wei said silently, and a sudden enlightenment flashed in his eyes. He reached out and grabbed Feng Yun's arm: "Wait for me!"

"Ye, this little brother is unfamiliar!" A madam with heavy makeup came towards her, swaying the two weapons on her chest, looking up and down at the two of them.

I have never eaten pork since I have seen pigs running.

Take out five taels of silver from your arms and throw it over, "Call me the purest girl here!"

The madam accurately took the silver thrown in the air, smiling and her eyebrows widened. The ***** weapon seemed to be about to come out, and Feng Yun was frightened.

"It's good! Please come up with the two masters, please, I'll prepare a girl for you now!" As he said that, a turtle man led Feng Yun and the others to the second floor.

The room is quite large, with a round table on the front, with a plate of seasonal fruits and wine pots on it, and a double bed at the bottom. The pink tone is quite warm, just like coming to a woman's boudoir. From beginning to end, Mr. Wei lowered his head until Mr. Gui left that Mr. Wei raised his blushing face.

"I didn't expect that you, a mud-legged person, would be so familiar with this place!"

"It's just a hearsay!" Feng Yun said haha.

Just as the two were joking, the door opened, and Feng Yun was fine. He was bombarded by all kinds of beauties in his previous life. Yesterday, he was harassed by Anning's first beautiful young woman Dong Qian. He was quite determined, so Mr. Wei couldn't do it, his eyes were bulging, as if he was dumb.

Childish face**!

Leaving Mr. Wei alone, Feng Yun ran out of the door in a hurry, his mind constantly crossing his mind, and Maria Ozawa.

He doesn't want to explain his first time here!

He asked the madam again for a guest room, and he did not slowly close his eyes until the middle of the night.

In the dark night, a gust of wind came faintly.

"Qingyuefang has many people and is difficult to start, so I will do it tomorrow!"

The next day, Feng Yun with two dark circles hanging on his eyes and the energetic old man Wei appeared side by side at the gate of Qingyuefang.

He looked back at a window on the second floor reluctantly. Uncle Wei raised his footsteps without hesitation, never turning around along the way.

"Did you feel comfortable last night?" Feng Yun asked.

"Comfortable"

"What did you do last night?" Feng Yun asked again.

“…”

Mr. Wei did not say what Mr. Wei did last night, and Feng Yun did not ask, because the system prompted that the task of "Ur. Wei's wish" was completed, and it was still a very difficult task.
Chapter completed!