dmims Chapter 134
Chapter 134
Xuan Yi put down the teacup in his hand, only feeling refreshed, satisfied, and full of a sense of accomplishment in his heart.
It's a good feeling to teach.
Or...... Take an apprentice?
He looked at Xu Qing, but shook his head slightly in his heart.
No way.
Xu Qing's martial arts talent is extremely superb, if he comes to follow his own cultivation techniques, it will harm him and seriously affect his future.
As soon as the thought in Genichi's mind arose, it was immediately dispelled.
"Didn't you say that you were going to Zuixianlou at night? It's almost time now, right? Xuan Yi said lightly.
When Xu Qing heard the reminder, he thought of this stubble and immediately retreated.
"Go ahead."
Xuan Yi waved his hand, his expression indifferent.
Xu Qing put away the notes he had written, spoke to Xuan Yi, and said hello to Feng Xian again, before strode out of the Demon Pavilion.
.........
There is no curfew in Shangjing.
This started three years ago.
After that turmoil, a lot of things had to slowly come back to life.
The commercial entertainment industry is also within this scope.
In order to promote these developments, the current emperor decreed that the curfew be lifted.
Although this policy was severely opposed and attacked by many civilian officials, especially the commercial and prestige places they despized, they were extremely angry.
Bad manners and happy collapse, Daming is going to be finished.
At the most serious time, there were even ministers who shouted this sentence in front of Zhu Di.
But when they tasted the pleasure of not having a curfew, they unanimously shut up.
No way.
Civil officials and confucians are also human beings, and they also have seven emotions and six desires, and there are many normal needs to be satisfied.
Therefore.
In several famous hooks in Shangjing, you will often see some literati rioters, among which there are often people who speak well and export well.
As for who this kind of person is, everyone knows in their hearts, but they don't say it explicitly.
After all, this kind of thing is said if it is brought to the table.
There must be eight adults in the entire court who can't get rid of it.
And today.
In the largest and highest-end Zuixian Building in Shangjing, such a group of people appeared.
They were all extraordinary, wearing simple and light cyan robes, but they had an elegant book atmosphere that could not be concealed.
Anyone with a little insight knows that these must be some successful Confucianists, and maybe even officials in the DPRK, all of them are Confucian existences!
Seeing this, the old bustard naturally did not dare to slacken, and hurriedly twisted the waist of the water snake and walked up.
She is nearly forty years old, but she still has the charm, excellent maintenance, fair skin, and no wrinkles in sight.
"A few sons, come in quickly."
In fact, these people on the other side are middle-aged, but she still chose the title of Gongzi.
She walked up head-on, bringing a burst of fragrant wind, her voice was coquettish, and her phoenix eyes flowed.
Obviously, this title made that group very useful.
A middle-aged man at the head smiled indifferently, habitually touched the soft and tender waist, and then said with a faint smile:
"My friend suffered today, encountered some bad luck, and was in a very bad mood, do you understand?"
The old bustard smiled and nodded, turned slightly, dodged the hand that was moving down, and began to lead the way in front.
The middle-aged man at the head snorted, turned his head and said to the person next to him:
"Did you see it, I said it eight hundred years ago, Sister Rong of the Drunken Immortal Building is very tight!" Brother Huang, what do you think? If you like it, with just one word, I can make that bum appear in your bed! Someone
on the side immediately spoke: "Brother Yan, don't make fun of Brother Liang, he is above the court today, but he is unlucky!" When
Yan Lei heard this, he immediately knew that it was not very good, so he quickly changed the topic and let everyone hurry in.
A moment later.
Within the private room.
Yan Lei and the surrounding Confucians frowned, and asked in a deep voice,
"What about Wanrong?" And those red cards? Where did it all go? "
None of them look very good.
Originally, I came to Zuixianlou based on those people.
But now the old bustard actually told himself that those people were all wrapped??
"Who did it happen?" Yan Lei's brows tightened.
Sister Rong's face was embarrassed, and then said with a smile: "If a few princes are not satisfied, you can change it, our Zuixianlou has recently arrived a few new ladies of the Western Regions..."
Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted sharply by Yan Lei.
He was angry, his face was ugly, and he felt that his face was dull.
Before he came, he praised the few people who were gentle to the sky, but when he came in, he told himself that he was preempted by others?
And not only Wanrong, but also several other top cards have been taken away!
Not a single one left!
Who is it exactly?
Huang Mingzhi's mood was extremely bad, his face was livid, and there were faint green tendons on the back of his hands.
What a shame today!
The court is frustrated, and now it can't go smoothly when it comes to the hook!
Kill God this day!
How is he so unlucky!
No.
It's that damn Xu Qing.
If he hadn't suddenly appeared, His Majesty would not have rewarded him as a viscount.
If His Majesty does not make him a viscount, there will be no today's affairs.
Without today's events, His Majesty would not have made his position clear, and would not have let the civil officials fall into the downside at once!
He had planned to drink alcohol at home.
However, several Jin Shi of the same department knew that he was in a bitter mood, and specially invited him to Zuixianlou.
Huang Mingzhi thought about it and agreed.
Come to Drunken Xianlou can also drink, listen to ditties, and vent well.
But he didn't think that when he arrived at the Drunken Immortal Tower, something still bothered him!
He had already thought of a poem, and was preparing to wait for a few headliners to appear and chant a poem by himself, so as to gain a look of adoration to satisfy his empty heart.
But now, it's clearly a failure!
Yan Lei was not in a good mood.
The lowest of them present was a junior and a great talent.
He is also a strong man in Confucianism.
Now they don't even listen to the music smoothly, how can they stand it.
Suddenly.
Right now.
There was a burst of laughter coming from the courtyard next door.
After practicing Confucianism, although the combat power is not as exaggerated as the martial artist, he knows that the five senses will be improved a lot.
Therefore, Yan Lei immediately heard the origin of that laughter!
It is the reddest grace of Zuixianlou!
The previous three glasses of wine made him a little more angry.
Coupled with the obscure things that Brother Huang encountered today, he naturally felt the same as a reader.
At this time, hearing the voice, a fire suddenly rose in my heart, where else could I care about.
Teng's snort.
Yan Lei stood up and said in a deep voice, "Go!" Go over and take a look! I'd rather see who got all five red cards at once! Huang
Mingzhi on the side immediately got up, his steps were even faster than Yan Lei.
Emotions can be transmitted.
Everyone in the private room stood up one after another and walked to the courtyard next door with great momentum.