Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

Behind her, Feng Qingcheng stretched out her jade-white palm, letting the cold moonlight pour into his palm, and then flow out along his fingers, pouring on the spacious imperial city road.Just look at the entertainment embarrassment picture
May I ask the stranger, where is the way back?Feng Qingcheng was a little self-pitying, and then a little self-deprecating, the way home?From now on, he has no way back.

The country is not her country, and her home is not her home. Perhaps, the only thing that remains unchanged is the cold lonely moon hanging on the tip of the willow tree!

The mood suddenly became melancholy, because of the oppression in his heart, Feng Qingcheng walked forward, along the Huangcheng Avenue, bathed in the night, and let the cold wind blow away the depression in his heart.

Looking at Feng Qingcheng's back, it is so full of sadness, there are so many emotions in just one back. [

"Miss, he looks in a bad mood."

I looked up at the moonlight today, it was a little dim, and my mood became melancholy.

"We're following him."

Looking at the ethereal back, Luo Liuling could also understand him. No one can understand the feeling of a prince of a country wandering outside with nothing.

Both of them were wearing men's clothes, and they followed Feng Qingcheng. The evening wind blew, and the coolness penetrated into their hearts.

"Yo, isn't this Mr. Fang?"

"The little goblin is jealous? Come on, let me smell it"

"Go! Mr. Fang is really necrotic! It's going to make the hearts of my slaves go up and down."

……

Feng Qingcheng sneezed, stimulated by the strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, looked up in surprise, and found out in astonishment that he had walked around in circles to the place of willows in the fireworks alley.

The whole street is brightly lit, the red lanterns are hung high, and the ambiguous red light floats in the air, mixed with a thick fragrance of cosmetics and powder, which is sluggish and luxurious, giving people a sense of depravity.

Coupled with the men's teasing laughter and women's coquettish voices in the pavilion from time to time, it is ambiguous and extravagant, which makes people think about it, and the blood is surging, and they can't stop it.

"Master, where are you rushing to go? The night is long, why don't you rest your feet and let the girls take good care of you! Come on, hehehe..."

A limp and boneless lotus root stretched out towards Feng Qingcheng, and before Feng Qingcheng came back to his soul, he dragged him into the Zuihong Pavilion in a daze.

Seeing the guests coming, the girls in the building who didn't pick up the guests came here courteously, pulling and pulling around Feng Qingcheng like a baby, and finally let the astonished Feng Qingcheng recover.

"Miss, look."

Seeing that Feng Qingcheng was being pulled in, she didn't resist at all, Ruo'er couldn't help stamping her feet,

"It doesn't matter, let's go and see."

In the place of fireworks, Luo Liuling wanted to set up an intelligence office here, because here, there are everyone, and of course there is everything. [

The north and south of the river know everything and know everything, so go in and see if the intelligence department can be established in the brothel in the future.

As soon as Luo Liuling stepped forward, she was pulled in by the woman at the door, clinging to Luo Liuling along the way, separating the women around her without any trace.

Looking around, Feng Qingcheng had long since disappeared, but Ruo'er kept avoiding these women, and now that she couldn't protect herself, she didn't care where he went.

Although I went to a brothel once when I was in the southern country, I didn't look carefully. Now it seems that this brothel is really a man's paradise.