Ping An Biography

It's the festive season, but Fuleyuan is not very lively, which is exactly the opposite of the crowded scene of buying new year's goods in the market.Miss Fang from Linshui Pavilion is still there, and the place hasn't changed. Zhang Ning felt a little happy when he learned that everything was the same.

Entering the room where Fang Ling received guests, Zhang Ning saw the brocade screen in the room at a glance. It was indeed well woven, and the poem was embroidered on it, like the clues left by Zhang Ning in this era.

"Ah! It's you." The first sentence she said when they met.

I saw that Fang Ling was wearing a plain dress with a white base, which made her face delicate and delicate, and she looked very pretty, but the current solar term was so plain that it didn't match her appearance.

Zhang Ning hurriedly said: "Miss Fang, are you all right? I only got home yesterday because I was in Yangzhou. There are guests at home and I can't leave, so I have to come to bother you at the last day today."

"Mr. Ping'an came today just in time. I don't even have a single guest here. On weekdays, even if I am entertaining with ordinary people, I can still have a good time with wine, banquets and laughter; today I don't dislike it, but it is still deserted and desolate. Everyone goes home. I saw my wife and children." Fang Ling sighed quietly.

But when she saw Zhang Ning, she sighed and felt melancholy with a kind of joy, and Gu Pan's clever eyes showed the two contradictory emotions appropriately in an instant, and it was because of her good eyes.The so-called looking forward to brilliance is exactly the case.In Zhang Ning's view, it was not easy for Fang Ling, who had a good voice, not to be famous, so I don't know why.

Zhang Ning took out a delicate wooden box from his bosom and handed it over: "A small gift is not enough respect, please accept it with a smile, Miss Fang."

Fang Ling said with a smile: "Hey, you even bought me a special gift, I have to see what it is... you sit too, don't be so reserved, people won't eat you."

"Even if you are eaten by a beautiful woman like Miss Fang, it's probably a great honor." Zhang Ning tried to be more casual.

After hearing this, Fang Ling raised her sleeve to cover her mouth and laughed, probably because she rarely heard him joke.

Zhang Ning didn't say a word about the grace of saving his life, and he didn't have to express his gratitude. He also rushed over to visit her on the [-]th of the year, so it just showed his heart.

Fang Ling raised her sleeves expectantly, stretched out her jade hand, and opened the wooden box.Seeing this, Zhang Ning was a little disappointed: the beads were not the same size. Miss Renfang is someone who has never seen jewelry before. She can tell the grade at a glance. It's a pity that there is not much silver. Otherwise, I would have bought it; but it is a gold chain after all. The pearls I wear will be fine.

She opened it and was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head for a closer look, raised her head and asked doubtfully, "Mr. Ping'an gave it...do you know what it is?"

"Well, I know." Zhang Ning nodded, thinking that I bought it myself, how can I know what I bought?

Fang Ling's eyeballs rolled, and she burst out laughing with a blushing face, "Then you are really too bad to give this kind of thing."

Zhang Ning heard that something was wrong, and couldn't help asking: "Is this worn on the hands, feet, or waist?"

"I knew you didn't understand, so you still pretended to me." Fang Ling leaned forward, moved her lips closer and said in a low voice, "A merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of subjugation, and she still sings back|Tinghua across the river."

Zhang Ning was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, he suddenly realized what this thing was!Dare to be able to play with such extravagant things in the early and middle period of the Ming Dynasty?He suddenly felt embarrassed, and glanced at the box on the case. He really wanted to take it back, and he didn't want to give it to her.

Fang Ling still looked at him with a smile, and said softly: "Mr. Pingan, don't want such a face, it's okay, I like your gift very much, thank you for my acceptance."

"I don't mean to offend you." Zhang Ning said hastily. Although Fang Ling is a prostitute, Zhang Ning still wants to have enough respect for her for various reasons. One is the grace of saving her life, and the other is her background. I don't think I can flirt with her at will | laugh.

Fang Ling's tone was as if coaxing a minor, her voice was soft and flattering: "Because it's you, I wouldn't take it as an offense... If you didn't know it, even if I really wanted to, I might as well make you happy."

Zhang Ning swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thinking that he came to see her in a serious way, but he didn't feel right after meeting her for a while.This place is originally a big brothel, so it is absurd to say that it is serious?

"Miss Fang fell in love with her wrongly and dare not be her." Zhang Ning could only talk nonsense bluntly, and he didn't know what to say other than nonsense.He himself is a well-behaved person, and he never goes to the red-light district to have fun, but he has a high tolerance for such things, and he doesn't think it's a big deal; it's just that Fang Ling, a prostitute, is a bit special to him.In short, it is more difficult to do.

Fang Ling slowly put her finger on the back of his hand: "I didn't lie to you, where is the wrong love? Just talk about your handwriting, I can take it out and look at it when I am alone, and I will feel thirsty. For Erlang like Ping An, it’s too late for people to love you, so how can they bear to talk to you.”

"Miss Fang is too serious..." He said in embarrassment, "I miss you in my heart, and I definitely don't covet your appearance."

"I know." Fang Ling leaned very close, exhaling like blue, and could already feel her breathing and the rise and fall of her chest, "But why don't you understand, I'm a girl, you don't feel tempted when you look at me, How sad. Am I so unable to keep your people?"

Zhang Ning's palms were already sweating, and his thoughts were numb, and he thought of Luo Yaoniang, if he knew that he was in a brothel with the girl, he might run away... Fortunately, she couldn't help it. know.

Zhang Ning's throat squirmed for a while, and his breathing was rough and uneven. The hand resting on the desk slowly turned over and gently held the slender hand in the palm of his hand.Facing Fang Ling silently, he also stretched out his other hand, gently placed it on her cheek, and then slowly stroked down, ready to touch her nipple.

Unexpectedly, Fang Ling stood up gently at this time, with a smile still on her flushed face: "I forgot, I haven't made tea for Mr. Pingan yet."

Zhang Ning froze on the chair for a moment, and then heard her softly say: "Don't worry." She thought it was not urgent, but she paused and said, "It will be ready soon."

Which song is this sung?

Zhang Ning can't help it, can he use his strength against Fang Ling?He could only watch her busy making tea with his own hands, his eyes were full of her elegant skirt, graceful waist|body, and gently swaying hip|buttocks shape.

There was only a cup of tea, she took it over and lifted the lid to gently caress the water surface, first sniffing it with her jade-like nose, "I'll try to see if it's hot first." She said softly, and sipped it lightly Take a sip, leaving a light red lip on the edge, and then handed the mark to Zhang Ning, "Mr. Ping An, please drink tea."

Zhang Ning took it and looked at her beautiful red lips that were tender, smooth and slightly shiny, without even tasting the taste of tea. <Feng, "Does it taste good?"

"Wonderful." Zhang Ning blurted out.

Fang Ling smiled, frown and frown changed, and in a blink of an eye, there was a trace of sadness between her brows: "Luo Hua intends to be ruthless. Although tea is good, people are not as good as Mr. Ping An. How can I bear to force you?"

Zhang Ning had an extremely unnatural expression, and couldn't help but said: "Ms. Fang has such a beautiful face, weak bones and strong muscles, that people can't help but love her. How dare I be unsatisfactory?"

"I'm afraid you said it on purpose to make people feel at ease." Fang Ling has changed from being slightly sad to acting like a baby with a little sweetness and a little bit of coquettishness.

"Speak from the bottom of my heart, I swear..." Zhang Ning suddenly realized something when he said this, as if something was wrong, how could I say such a thing?

Fang Ling gently pressed her plain hand on Zhang Ning's lips. Her action was as if Zhang Ning was kissing her hand. With a shy face, she lowered her head and said, "Don't do this, I believe it. There is no need to make an oath, as long as You have a little heart, Ling'er's heart is all with you... just like this gift from you, can I not understand Mr. Ping'an's feelings." As she said, she moved her face closer and whispered in Zhang Ning's ear Said, "I'll wash my body first, so I won't let you give away this kindness in vain."

Zhang Ning hurriedly said: "This thing is a misunderstanding, I dare not treat Miss Fang like that. Some things should be your own, and you can't just try to wrong others."

"It was you who did that to him. If you wanted to put the beads into his body, he would naturally be willing." Fang Ling bit her red lips lightly, her soft chest clinging to his arm, panting | panting, "You won't be reluctant?"

Zhang Ning had long forgotten what the sage said about Meng Yue, and nodded without hesitation.

Fang Ling's eyes were blurred and she looked at his face lovingly. As if she was drunk, she stroked the shallow beard above his lips with her hand: "Good man, if you can use your tongue to explore the winding path , your beard lightly sweeps the Pengmen, it must be something special..."

"Is it convenient for you to take a shower here? Is there hot water now..." Zhang Ning asked calmly. <It is very convenient to fetch water from the kitchen when it rains. "

Zhang Ning couldn't help turning his head to look at the window, what the hell is it until noon, it's raining today, let her pass a table of wine and vegetables in..."

Zhang Ning couldn't help but think about money again. The food and drink in Fuleyuan is called Huajiu, which must be much more expensive than ordinary restaurants, but he doesn't know how much this table of wine costs.Now I can't get off the stage, so I have to bite the bullet and carry it. Fortunately, there are still nearly 70 taels, so it should be no problem to deal with the immediate situation, and it won't be a joke yet.As for what to do next after the expenditure exceeds the budget, I have to think about it again.It can be said that if there is wine today, if you are drunk today, you will worry about tomorrow, and you will worry about tomorrow.

Just thinking of this, Fang Ling was so considerate, she glanced at his expression and said in a low voice: "I don't want you to spend a penny, you are not my guest, if you want to pay, then forget it."

"Now I have an official status and some money." Zhang Ning said calmly.

Fang Ling smiled and said, "Okay, I didn't say you were short of money, otherwise you wouldn't have chosen such a good gift."