Long Qingyun straightened his body straight.

The girl in green seemed to feel something, restrained her intimate behavior a little, and walked towards the hall with Long Qingyun's wrist.

Long Qingyun held his head up and his chest was raised, and his hand tilted the folding fan. He walked gracefully and gracefully, as if he was attending a major event.

This lively brothel is naturally friendly to most men, but for a sixteen-year-old boy, he is inevitably a little restrained.

The cultural heritage of brothels is not something that a sixteen-year-old boy can appreciate. It has a profound meaning. Those who have not been lingering in fireworks for a long time cannot explain the taste.

The term brothel originally meant "a building decorated with green lacquer", which refers to the luxurious and exquisite elegant houses, buildings, and the residence of wealthy houses, which gradually evolved into a gathering place for firework women.

The culture of literati and doctors is the mainstream culture of Nanyong society, while brothel culture is a dependence and extension of female culture to the culture of literati and doctors.

Visiting prostitutes and traveling.

It is an important part of the entertainment life of scholars from Nanyong. At this time, Long Qingyun placed his right hand on the waist of a woman in green, feeling charming.

Men are born not to be opposed to the fireworks land, and Long Qingyun is no exception. As soon as they met the woman in green, they were not embarrassed and familiar with each other.

Long Qingyun himself also felt strange, as if he was just an "old driver", and he also felt puzzled.

Suddenly, I thought that Long Xiaotian, who was in his spiritual consciousness, should be the brave general of Da Chu, and occasionally went to the brothel to drink and relieve his boredom. It was normal.

The woman in green chose a seat by the window and sat down. She asked for three pots of Xifeng wine, a plate of beef, a plate of peanuts, and a plate of broad beans.

Long Qingyun looked away. Sheng Beichen, the manager of the prefect's office, went up to the second floor and entered the private room on the left.

Long Qingyun was slightly stunned. This person did not avoid suspicion, but Long Qingyun knew in his heart that the more he was without any scruples, the more problematic he would do so in full view of everyone.

The woman in green shirt had bright eyes and white teeth, her red lips opened lightly, and said in a delicate voice: "The little woman's name is Liu Yiyi, you can call me Yiyi."

Long Qingyun was suddenly shocked, staring at Liu Yiyi with his eyes, showing an admiration, and exclaimed: "What a elegant name, I've gone, Yang Liu Yiyi, the name of Miss Liu is good."

The two looked at each other and smiled, raised their wine bottle and drank it all.

In the center of the hall, there is a raised table, which is slightly smaller than the ordinary martial arts venue, but it is extremely exquisite and elegant. A girl in red holds the guzheng in her hand and is playing a song.

The woman in red covered her face with a white veil, her eyes as clear as water, staring at the guzheng, and her slender jade hands gently tugging the body of the piano in front of her.

This guzheng is brown and black all over, and the body is simple and elegant, with thick and thin. It is neatly arranged with twenty-one strings. The girl in red has raised her jade hands and swayed, which emits a beautiful melody of ups and downs.

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Also known as, it describes the story of the decisive battle between the Chu and Han War in Gaixia. Han Xin, the Marquis of Huaiyin, defeated the Chu army with a formation with ambush on all sides, and Xiang Yu committed suicide on the Wujiang River.

The rhythm was tense and solemn at the beginning, and the sound of the dragon and Qingyun were attracted by the sound of the piano, as if they were in a vast battlefield ambushed on all sides. The Zhanlu sword on his waist was slightly shaken, and there was a faint feeling of being about to come out.

Long Qingyun gently stroked Zhanlu's sword sheath with his right hand. Zhanlu sword immediately calmed down. Long Qingyun couldn't help but sigh that the Zhanlu sword was indeed spiritual, and it seemed that he could feel the fierce fighting spirit of the soldier immortal Han Xin.

It seems that the legendary Zhan Lu Jian once wore a sword for the military immortal Han Xin, which is true.

There is a deep meaning in the song, and the love is faintly clear.

Suddenly!

The guzheng tune suddenly became high, with a faint sound of golden spears hitting it, and the heroic aura that swallowed thousands of miles away was floating in the air.

Long Qingyun couldn't help blurting out and said sternly: "Okay!"

Liu Yiyi in front of her poured two bottles of Xifeng wine.

He handed a bottle to Long Qingyun's mouth. At this time, the beauty in the green shirt drank a few bottles of wine, and the feeling of elegance gradually faded away, and a hint of redness appeared on her face, and she suddenly felt charming.

Liu Yiyi's eyes were flowing, and she was filled with all kinds of charm. Her eyes glanced at Long Qingyun, her eyes were raised, and her charming aura suddenly became popular, and she said in a sweet voice: "Young master, don't just watch the music, let's have a drink."

Long Qingyun took the wine bottle, and the two of them touched the wine bottles and drank it all. In a moment, the two of them sang and exchanged cups, and a pot of wine was already bottomed out.

Long Qingyun held the Xifeng wine pot that was bottomless, moved slightly, and showed a smirk, and said to Liu Yiyi: "Beauty, you really have a good alcohol tolerance. I can't do it anymore, I want to give me respect."

Liu Yiyi laughed, her face as she smiled like a flower, and her laughing branches trembled, and she said softly: "Hey! Men cannot say no, they must be strong, come on, and have another bottle to show respect."

After saying that, Liu Yiyi twisted the second pot of Xifeng wine pot, and handed it over to Long Qingyun wine bottle with a skillful movement.

Long Qingyun took the wine bottle and drank it all, smiled and said, "I see you are gentle and beautiful, with the charm of a Jianghuai woman. Your voice 'Yohe' seems to indicate that you are from Western Shu."

Liu Yiyi raised her eyebrows and said, "Young Master comes to our Hongxiu Pavilion more often, and you can appreciate the tenderness of the women in Western Shu, which is even better than those in the Jianghuai women."

Long Qingyun hugged Liu Yiyi into his arms in a very sophisticated manner, then approached Liu Yiyi's left ear and whispered: "Beauty, wait a while and I'll enjoy your charm. Now my brother is out."

After saying that, Long Qingyun gently pushed Liu Yiyi away in her arms, stood up and floated away.

At this time, it was about to enter the climax. Xiang Yu, a famous general, was chased to Wujiang. The head of Wujiang was waiting here and invited the King of Western Chu to board the boat and cross the river.

Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, sighed to the sky, and had no face to see the elders of Jiangdong. He rejected the good intentions of the Wujiang Pavilion Master and drew his sword and committed suicide.

The guzheng tune is very tragic when it arrives here. The woman playing the piano seems to be infected by the story in the zither, and her body shakes slightly, as if she has great compassion.

"The children of Jiangdong are very talented, and it is unknown how come they make a comeback."

Xiang Yu drew his sword and committed suicide, which made many heroes sigh. At this time, Long Qingyun had already come to the second floor from another staircase at the back door. He could not help but sigh when he heard the sound of the guzheng.

Long Qingyun observed the surrounding terrain and waited for an opportunity to move.

Slammed!

Long Qingyun jumped, jumped more than two feet high, gently landed on the roof, immediately "stepped on the snow without a trace" and quietly came to the roof of the room on the left.

At this time, the woman in the Hongxiu Pavilion Hall finished playing the Guzheng, left and stood up, bowing to everyone.

The woman in red is graceful and graceful.

Her beautiful waist stands gracefully, and although it is covered with white veil, it still cannot cover up the scorching light from her bright eyes.

Among the guests, there was a man with a tall beard with a wide nose and a big face, and he couldn't help but wave his hand and said, "Why not take off his veil, let me see the beauty?"

The high-pitched voice of the bearded man echoed over the hall.

Immediately received a response from everyone.

There was a lot of noise.

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