Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

Jiangzhu has been deeply trapped under Ximenqing's double arrogance, almost lost herself, her eyes were blurred and she casually replied: "Mengqing has only been here for a month or two, mainly to greet and see off, do some Chores..."

Yan Qing, the prodigal son behind Ximen Qing, changed his expression, obviously hearing this.

"Who is the boss of Baihualou?"

After getting a satisfactory answer to the first question, Ximen Qing didn't let it go, moved his hands lightly, and continued to ask the second question.

Jiang Zhu was gasping for breath, her face flushed red: "Master Ximen, how did my family know... this place is taken care of by Sanniang Sang. How about I ask Sanniang to come here?"

"What do you want her to do?" Ximen Qing's hands tightened, causing Jiang Zhu to groan: "You must know something inside... Think about it carefully?"

"Master Ximen... the servants have worked so hard..."

"As long as you think about it, you won't have to work hard." Ximen Qing whispered in Jiang Zhu's ear, "I will give you an unprecedented feeling..."

Jiang Zhu frowned and thought for a long time before she seemed to remember something: "The boss seems to be named Cai..."

Surname Cai?There are quite a few people with the surname Cai, but it must be someone with a lot of background who can create Baihualou.

"How do you know?" Ximen Qing struck while the iron was hot, wanting to ask for more details.

"One time when I passed by the door of Sang Sanniang... I overheard it." Jiang Zhu's breathing became more and more urgent: "My family... it's really hard work, I just ask you to have mercy."

"Don't worry."

Ximen Qing smiled slightly, and reached between Jiang Zhu's legs...

With just a light touch, Jiangzhu was lifted to the apex... That unprecedented feeling made Jiangzhu almost faint.

Ximen Qing took out his hand and wiped it with a silk scarf: "How do you feel?"

Just now, Ximen Qing invoked the extremely subtle power of Thunder God Stone, but it was enough for Jiang Zhu.

Enough to surge.

In just one click, the clothes were soaked.

Jiang Zhu looked at Ximen Qing with a resentful look, as if she was extremely regretful and unsatisfied: "My lord, let the slave family retire."

"Go." Ximen Qing touched Jiang Zhu's face: "Don't tell others what you just said."

Jiang Zhu kissed her vermilion lips, and bit Ximen Qing's middle finger lightly. She didn't know whether to express her gratitude for the pleasure that middle finger brought her or to show that she understood what Ximen Qing said, and then she blushed and backed away. go down.

Ximen Qing saw some eye-catching water marks on the back of the crimson pearl skirt, and couldn't help but smile.

On the stage on the second floor, the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" has already been sung, and now I don't know whose lyrics will be replaced. After listening to it for a while, Ximen Qing feels that he has little interest, and discusses with the prodigal son Yan Qing to leave.

Now that the answer has been asked from Jiang Zhu's mouth, there is no point in staying here.

There was a kind of gratitude in the eyes of the prodigal son Yanqing, Ximen Qing knew that he had just heard about "Meng Qing".

"Brother Yi, if you want, I can go find that Mengqing girl." Ximen Qing asked tentatively, "After all, she is an old friend, why don't you go and meet her...I believe she won't keep hiding."

"Since we are strangers, why meet each other?" Yan Qing always seemed to have some inexplicable feelings when mentioning this matter: "Brother Ximen, just a moment ago is enough...why bother?"

Ximen Qing smiled and said, "I am better than you in boxing and kicking; when it comes to women, you are no match for me. I believe Jia Shi will appear again."

"So what? Let her go if it's time to go." Yan Qing shook her head lightly: "As long as the two of you live well, it's fine."

Ximen Qing sighed inwardly, since Yan Qing had already made up his mind, why should he bother?

While meditating, I heard a beautiful female voice from the opposite stage: "Sanniang believes that the distinguished guests have been waiting for a long time, and our girls have also been waiting for a long time..."

Before the woman finished speaking, she heard the continuous applause from upstairs and downstairs, even Zhao Huan and Gao Yanei got refreshed, sat up straight and began to pay attention to the stage.

"Is this Sang Sanniang..."

Ximen Qing was about to leave, but Sang Sanniang, who was in charge of the Baihualou, suddenly appeared and let Ximen Qing sit down again after raising his body.

"Sang Sanniang's appearance, I'm afraid it's the main event. I don't know what's new in Baihualou this year?"

Someone in the head seat said something, which made Ximen Qing look forward to it.

Sure enough, this kind of activity still focuses on the launch of new line leaders. The distinguished guests upstairs and downstairs... No, perverts are gearing up, their eyes shining, just for this moment.

Who will be the new leader?Who will enjoy the right of the first night?

All eyes were on the stage on the second floor, which was Sang Sanniang.

Sang Sanniang seemed to enjoy this kind of attention very much, and her face turned red, causing a commotion.

"Please keep quiet now." Sang Sanniang continued to speak in a pleasant voice, which echoed in the courtyard surrounded by all sides, giving people a pleasant feeling.

Soon, the distinguished guests fell silent.

Sang Sanniang raised her hands, patted them three times, and then retreated to the side of the stage.

Amidst the sound of silk and bamboo, three hijab-covered women were helped onto the stage and appeared in front of everyone.

Gorgeous costumes outline a good figure, although covering the head is enough for perverts to drink a pot.

"That's right, we have three leaders in Baihualou this year!"

Sang Sanniang's words made the perverts start to commotion, and the applause was endless.

But what Yan Qing paid attention to was not the three hijab-covered heads of the line, but a woman who was supporting the head of the line on the left.

Meng Qing, that is, Jia Shi, seemed to feel Yan Qing's gaze, and suddenly raised her head.

The eyes of the two met in the air, but this time, Jia Shi had nowhere to escape.

"Ok?"

There was a sound of surprise from the head seat who didn't know where.

"Although there are three leaders, they must be classified as high or low." Sang Sanniang said with a smile: "Before taking off the hijab, I want the distinguished guests to choose one to see."

As she said that, Sang Sanniang turned her slender hands, and out of nowhere, three small wooden sticks appeared, each with different colors.

"Daimei, Qingyu, and Xueqing are the names of the three heads of the line. The colors of the three wooden sticks represent the three heads of the line. Now every distinguished guest has the opportunity to choose. Give it to our girls..."

This method gave people a sense of freshness, and soon the girls from Baihualou entered each room to collect wooden sticks.

Ximen Qing was not very interested in this, so he cast a white wooden stick at random, which meant that he chose Xueqing.

The girl from Baihualou gave a salute as a thank you, and quietly retreated, but was stopped at the door.

"Yanei, are you sure you want to do this?" Zhao Huan smiled, threw out a blue wooden stick, watched Gao Yanei write two words on the wooden stick with a pen, and threw it to the girl.

This kind of activity is often prepared with the four treasures of the study. Who knows when Evans thinks like a diabetes insipidus, and I can write it down conveniently.

"I like it, what's wrong with it." Gao Yanei replied sullenly, which drew Zhao Huan to sneer a few times.

The prodigal son Yan Qing has already looked away, sitting against the wall, not knowing what to think.

Ximen Qing looked at it from a distance, and Jia Shi also seemed a little disappointed.

The wooden sticks were quickly sent to the stage, and Sang Sanniang ordered someone to put a copper quiver in front of the three heads of the party, looked at the wooden sticks one by one, and put them into the quiver according to the color.

The "dong dong" sound made by putting wooden sticks into the quiver made the distinguished guests count silently, hoping that the line they chose would get the most wooden sticks.

Sang Sanniang's hands and feet were extremely fast, and she threw wooden sticks from her hand to the arrow pots in front of the three heads of the party, and they were extremely accurate, hitting every stick.

This is actually a performance.

Shooting pot was originally a game played by ancient literati, used for gambling and drinking, Ximen Qing is no stranger to it.

However, such a fast and accurate performance like Sang Sanniang is really amazing, and it is not surprising that it aroused applause from the distinguished guests around.

"As long as you have been trained, you can do it." The prodigal son Yan Qing was also attracted, and explained to Ximen Qing: "But this is the first time Xiaoyi has seen Sang Sanniang's quick tricks... this woman is afraid not that simple."

Ximen Qing couldn't help but think of the name that Jiang Zhu asked just now.

To be precise, there is only one surname.

Surname Cai.

Ximen Qing was most impressed by Cai Jing, one of the six thieves, who was the grand master of the dynasty. Speaking of which, the plaque hanging in the Chuuxuelou was still a calligraphy purchased with two hundred guan.

Will the owner of Baihualou be Cai Jing?

Ximenqing thought about it, but still denied this guess. Cai Jinggui, as a grand master, would definitely not put down his dignity to open a Baihualou; if it was a relative of Cai Jing, it was possible.

"Actually, wouldn't it be enough to arrange for a black-clothed inspector to watch over Sang Sanniang?"

Ximenqing suddenly laughed a little, he had forgotten the identity of this working officer, it was a pity that the resources of the Imperial City Division were not properly utilized.

But since the word "Cai" came out of Jiangzhu's mouth, at least it could help narrow down the target a lot.

"Eh?" Sang Sanniang exclaimed in surprise, her hands paused, a wooden stick missed the copper quiver, but bounced out of the spout and landed on the stage.

The performance of the shooting pot was originally like flowing clouds and flowing water, and it was really a pleasure to be accompanied by the sound of silk and bamboo, but this sudden change made people feel like biting sand from the rice.

Chill.

"I'm really sorry." Sang Sanniang bowed deeply to the surroundings: "It's not that the slave's accuracy is wrong, but that the wooden stick is a little different, so I missed it for a while, I hope the honored guest will understand."

Sang Sanniang's words immediately caused a little commotion.

Soon, a girl from Baihualou delivered the wooden stick to Sang Sanniang.

Sang Sanniang looked again, frowned and held up the wooden sign to show everyone: "It was the distinguished guest who wrote two words on it. I don't know if it means that he is willing to choose this girl?"

"Is there such a thing? Leave the beginning of the line and write another name instead?"

"How is this possible, is it wrong?"

Voices of doubt gradually rose, but soon an annoying voice came from the head seat, suppressing those voices of doubt.

"Since it's written, why don't you read it, Sang Sanniang? Could it be that you don't know those two characters?"