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If Wang Chao proposed the bet in front of a good family, he would definitely be called a hooligan.

But the girls in the invitation building, no matter how innocent they look, and no matter how innocent they are, they are still the girls in the building. They have never eaten pork, how can they still be there? Have you never seen a pig running?

If you really want to count, these so-called pure hermits have at least three levels of theoretical knowledge on men and women, and have seen a lot of romantic affairs, than those of good families.

Therefore, Wang Chao's suggestion did not make the four girls feel shy. Instead, they all blushed slightly and smiled coquettishly.

Yuyan, who had bare feet and water sleeves hanging down to the ground, covered her mouth with her long sleeves and said with a sweet smile: "Young Master's proposal sounds unfairly tight."

The sweet voice made Wang Chao secretly think that if this little girl got into bed, she would be able to make a good sound in bed.

Wang Chao smiled and asked: "Oh, why is it unfair?"

"Young Master is reciting poems, but such a person is asked to judge whether the poem is good or not. Isn't this unfair to the Young Master?" Yuyan said with a smile: "If the poems Young Master recited are really rare and good poems, but such a person insists on cheating, and the Young Master should be how?"

Only then did Wang Chao realize that this little girl was not complaining about this, but was fighting against injustice for his big brother, Wang Chao.

This makes Wang Chao a little confused. Is Yuyan trying to liven up the atmosphere, or is she trying to undermine it?

Wang Chao, who had never interacted with the girls in the brothel, couldn't understand what the girls in the brothel were thinking. But he didn't want to understand either.

He came here to have fun, not to observe the appearance and study the mental state of the promiscuous woman. He immediately smiled generously and said: "He is known as a master of both poetry and painting. I guess he is also a well-read poetry man. He can be a prostitute in a brothel. She is muddy and unstained. I think that if I really wrote a good poem for such a strange woman, I would not be so unscrupulous as to deny it."

Hearing Wang Chao's comment of "coming out of the mud but not staining", his slender eyebrows with a bit of heroism raised upwards, a hint of gratitude flashed in his starry eyes, he took a step forward and said proudly: "Young Master said Well done! Thanks to the young master’s praise, I accepted this bet! If the young master can really recite good poetry, I will never deny it!”

Wang Chao laughed loudly. He raised his hand and said: "Okay, let's serve the wine, serve the food, let's play the piano and flute! Yu Yan, you dance with me, and Zi Ling, go and help Ru Shi grind the ink! Today, I will show off my poetic talent, and let Ru Shi win." oral!"

After a while, a group of maids filed in, and wine and food were served.

Hengbo and Xiuxin also took their seats, set up the Yaoqin and held up the jade flute.

Spread out the rice paper like this, take a white jade paperweight and press the corners of the paper. Shen Ziling stood by the table, rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her wrist that can overcome frost and snow. Xiaoyinyin helped grind the ink like this.

Ding-ding-dong-dong, the slender jade fingers of the transverse waves stirred the strings, and the clear spring-like sound of the piano flowed through the fingertips under the moon. The delicate red lips held the jade flute. The faint flute sound moved the heartstrings.

During the ensemble of piano and flute, Yu Yan stood on tiptoe. She flicked her sleeves and fluttered her skirts, performing the dance of a goddess. Her slender snow-white calves and plump and round thighs were looming in the corners of her skirts.

Wang Chao drinks.

He drank three large glasses of wine in a row and chanted in a long voice: "I'd like to ask Xiang Ziyan, who plays the flute, that I once learned to dance to spend my youthful life. If I am as good as my eyes, why should I die? I would like to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals."

This is a passage excerpted from the Tang Dynasty poet Lu Zhaolin's seven-word poem "The Ancient Meaning of Chang'an". In the ancient meaning of Chang'an, this paragraph was originally used to describe wealthy singers. But Wang Chao cut off the beginning and the end and used Here, it is exactly the portrayal of brothel prostitutes.

Like Hengbo, Xiuxin, and Yuyan, the top courtesans were all bought by brothels when they were young. They learned music, chess, calligraphy, painting, music and dance since they were young, and they all have good talents. But they were not allowed to have freedom.

, just to entertain people. Their feelings are even more involuntary. Even if they are truly in love, they will never be able to enjoy the sweetness of love.

As soon as this poem came out, the sound of Hengbo's piano and Xiuxin's flute couldn't help but be confused for a moment. Yuyan danced gracefully, but there was a hazy crystal in her bright eyes.

When he wrote the last sentence of this poem, his delicate body trembled slightly. He couldn't help holding his breath, raised his head, and looked at Wang Chao with complicated eyes.

Wang Chao didn't tell Ru Su to take off his clothes immediately. He always believed in working hard, so he planned to write ten or eight good poems in one breath, and then let Ru Su take off all his clothes in one go.

Seeing that all four girls were touched by his poem, Wang Chao lost his temper. He stood up, smiled evilly, and recited another poem: "Firework prostitutes. Girls dress up pretty, grooms are changed every night in the bridal chamber. A pair of jade wrists."

Thousands of people take pillows, and thousands of guests taste a little bit of red lips. They pretend to be shy and make a fake heart. They welcome the new and send old friends away, so they shed tears of shyness."

Well, Lord Wang seemed to be lamenting the involuntary sorrow of the brothel girls just now, and was just about to shed tears of sympathy for them. Now he is ruthlessly exposing the true nature of the brothel prostitutes. By the way, he is also exposed.

A handful of Wang Chao's extremely bad nature.

As soon as this poem was recited, there was a wave of emotion just now. The two Xiuxin girls immediately gritted their teeth secretly and glanced at Wang Chao resentfully. The ensemble of piano and flute changed from the gentleness just now and brought out a bit of iron horse.

The killing sound of Jin Ge.

Yu Yan also chuckled, rolled her eyes at Wang Chao with annoyance, flipped up her sleeves, and brushed them over Wang Chao's shoulders, like a little daughter clenching her fists and hitting him on the shoulders in feigning embarrassment.

If so, after copying two sentences, I piled up my pen in anger. After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't understand my anger, so I switched to a large pen with a heavy ink, and simply painted the two sentences I copied into a ball of ink.

Wang Chao didn't think he was dissatisfied, he laughed and recited another poem: "Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and there is more wind and rain. I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will let everyone be jealous. I will fall into pieces and turn into mud.

It has been crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same."

This poem praises the character of plum blossoms, and it is used here. Hengbo, Xiuxin, and Yuyan all feel that Wang Chao is praising her character. At that moment, she is secretly happy and shy. She writes quickly and feels very happy.

Comfortable, I wonder if this poem is about me? This young man really has a keen eye for recognizing people.

It's a pity that they were happy too early. How could they imagine how bad Wang Chao was?

But Wang Chao drank three glasses of wine, licked his mouth, unfolded his folding fan, shook it and chanted: "The palace waist is slender. She is just about the age of hairpins, and she has just been exposed to romance. She has a double bun with a hanging poplar. She has just started to learn strict makeup, such as

The description is like slimming the figure. She is timid in the rain and shy of the clouds of affection, and her actions are very charming. She has a reluctant heart and will not pity her good son-in-law first. It is late at night and refuses to get into the mandarin duck quilt.

I told you to sleep first."

This is how Liu Yong, the old gangster, described the shy look of a prostitute when she went to bed with her clients...

The girls were confused again. Hengbo and Xiuxin had played the wrong strings and played the wrong notes for who knows how many times. This made them want to flick their ink-filled pen towards Wang Chao. Although Yuyan's dancing posture remained the same,

But several times she turned to Wang Chao, with her long and beautiful legs eager to give him a kick.

Even Shen Ziling, who had been smiling as she was grinding like this, couldn't help but feel a bit dumbfounded in her eyebrows.

On the one hand, she was surprised by Wang Chao's talent. She did not expect that a high-level monk like Wang Chao, who could kill without blinking an eye, could have such a talent for poetry.

On the other hand, she felt that Wang Chao was indeed a villain who killed people on the street. He was so bad at even writing poetry. He was obviously talented. He used his crooked talent to tease prostitutes, which deeply exposed his villainous and even devilish nature. .

This contradictory feeling made Shen Ziling not know how to accurately evaluate Wang Chao. She could only laugh or cry.

At this time, Wang Chao had already entered the state, and while drinking heavily, he said: "The beauty is rolling up the bead curtain, sitting deep with her eyebrows..."

"There is a beautiful woman in the southern country. She is as beautiful as a peach and a plum..."

"All the guests in the high pavilion have left, and the flowers in the small garden are flying..."

"I hate that it's too late to find love. I saw it in the past years when it was still unopened..."

"The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn..."

"If you don't see it, the water of the great river will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return..."

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date..."

Wang Chao drank a glass of wine and recited a poem. In the blink of an eye, the three jars of fine wine were empty.

At the beginning, he only chanted flowers and beauties. Later, regardless of the occasion or the occasion, whether it was the right time or not, whether bold or graceful, frontier or harem, farewell or homesickness, he just chanted whatever came to his mind, and he chanted it to his heart's content in one breath. Just copying it like this made my wrists sore and my knuckles sore.

But even though she was tired, her beautiful eyes were astonishingly bright. Her pretty face was stained with red clouds, and her forehead was shining brightly.

Hengbo, Xiuxin and Xiafei, with beautiful eyes as bright as stars, tried their best to accompany Wang Chao. Every time he recited a poem, the two of them played a ditty that matched the artistic conception of the poem.

Yuyan was dripping with sweat from dancing, her long white dress was soaked and turned translucent, and the infinitely beautiful scenery was looming. But she did not stop, but danced crazier and more immersed. As if she wanted to drain all her enthusiasm and even All life and soul are burned out in this hot dance.

Shen Ziling's signature squinty-eyed fox smile had disappeared, and she could only look at Wang Chao intently, her eyes extremely complicated, unable to express love or hatred.

Wang Chao recited hundreds of poems in one breath, and finally lost his excitement. He picked up a wine jar, drank all the wine in the jar, and said with a smile: "Wang Chao wrote hundreds of poems about drinking wine, sleeping in a brothel in Xuan Yue City. The Emperor of Heaven could not come when he called. Go to the palace, I am the immortal in poetry!"

Bang! Wang Chao threw the altar to the ground and smashed it into pieces. He sat on the couch and made a wild move. He pointed and said with a smile: "So, how good is my poem? Are you willing to admit defeat?"

After copying the last word, she pouted and carefully dried the ink. She looked at the thick pile of paper filled with poems, smiled with satisfaction, raised her wrist, and wiped it with the back of her hand. The sweat on his forehead, but the ink on his hands, stained his crystal forehead with a faint trace of ink.

Hearing Wang Chao's question, he raised his head and smiled brightly at Wang Chao: "Young Master is really a fairy among poems. I can listen to your masterpieces, see the poets display their talents, and copy your poems handed down from generation to generation. I am so lucky for three lifetimes. I wish you all the best." Accept the loss of the bet."

After saying that, she walked up to Wang Chao gracefully, untied her clothes and took off her clothes.

The long skirt fell down and the obscene clothes were untied. Within a moment, an exquisite and delicate body of a beautiful woman appeared in front of Wang Chao.

Wang Chao stared at the girl intently, with such aggressive eyes that he could not help but tighten his legs and raise his hands to protect his chest.

No matter how rich her theoretical knowledge was, no matter how familiar she was with romantic battles, she was still an undressed young woman. How could she withstand the seemingly aggressive look of an old gangster like Wang Chao? She was stared at by Wang Chao for several times. , her whole body was suddenly dyed red, and her legs became weak and trembled slightly.

Wang Chao chuckled and hooked his fingers at Ru Ru. Ru Ru was slightly shocked and bit her lips lightly. After a slight hesitation, she stepped forward and was embraced by Wang Chao, who snuggled into his arms.

The prostitutes in brothels say they only sell their skills but not their bodies, but how many of them can really stay clean? For powerful people, it only takes a few words to sleep with a prostitute.

It is very clear that even though she is extremely red now, one day she will inevitably turn from clear to red.

Rather than being forced by power or money to give your first night to a bad old man or a second-generation idiot, it would be better to give it to this talented young poet.

At least, when Lao Hua grows old in the future, he can recall the wonderfulness of tonight and sigh that his life was not in vain.

The piano and flute did not stop, but the dance continued. Shen Ziling held a thick stack of rice paper and looked at the hundreds of poems recorded with graceful and elegant words.

They are all good poems that can be passed down from generation to generation. Such words are indeed worthy of these poems.

As Shen Ziling sighed, her eyes fell to Wang Chao.

There was already a ridiculous scene over there. Wang Chao was sitting on the couch, with his legs spread like this, straddling his waist. The girl held Wang Chao's neck tightly with her hands, and Wang Chao's big hands held her upright and delicate breasts. Buttocks.

Looking at the movements of the two, listening to the delicate chanting of the flute, how could the experienced Shen Ziling not know what the two were doing? Even though there was a table in front of Wang Chao filled with food and wine. The table cover blocked the most private parts of the two of them, and Shen Ziling could also imagine the scene that made people jealous.

The beautiful sound of the piano and flute is mixed with the endless sound of water.

The atmosphere in the private room was heating up. Yuyan, who was dancing wildly, seemed to be unable to bear the heat. Pieces of her long skirt, which had been soaked with sweat, suddenly started to fly. In the blink of an eye, only two long skirts were left on her body. The long ribbon cleverly wrapped around her delicate body, blocking the space between her legs and the top of her chest.

When the snow-white ribbons are flying like clouds, the bean pirates on the top of Yuyan's mountains and the secret peach land are looming.

Wang Chao laughed and waved his hand, and the blue light wave spread and enveloped the entire room.

He sealed this private room, and until he unlocked it, no one could break in unless they were monks whose absolute strength exceeded him.

Then, Wang Chao stood up from the couch with his hands on his hands. Then every detail of the union between the two was exposed to others.

Hengbo and Xiuxin's piano and flute ensemble finally broke down. Their pretty faces were red and their hearts were in confusion. Yuyan unknowingly danced to Wang Chao's side and hugged Wang Chao's neck. His body was pressed against Wang Chao's back.

The atmosphere became more lively. The beautiful fairy sounds hummed by the girls echoed in the enclosed elegant room. Pieces of clothes fell to the ground. The sound of fierce collisions and the sound of water joined the ensemble, and occasionally a girl's voice sounded. Painful moans and groans, or a man's heroic laughter.

Shen Ziling looked at the situation in the room with an expressionless face. She looked at the four crystal-clear and tender bodies intertwined with a bronze male body. Unknowingly, her face turned red, her heart beat, her legs felt weak, and her buttocks felt flaky. It was swollen and sore, as if there was a faint tide, soaking through the clothes.

"You come too!" Wang Chao walked over with two beautiful girls hanging on his body. The one hanging in his arms has been replaced by Xiu Xin. The one hanging behind him has also been replaced by Heng Bo. Ru Shi and Yu Yan, both She lied down on the damp brocade couch coquettishly.

Strong hands grabbed Shen Ziling without any explanation, and without allowing her to resist, peeled off her purple clothes.

Just like peeling off bamboo shoots, the layers of clothing are peeled off, revealing the tender white flesh of the bamboo shoots. When you touch it, it is as tender and smooth as if you could pinch water out of it.

Shen Ziling closed her eyes and sighed as if she was resigned to her fate. Under Wang Chao's fiddling, she followed his wishes and lay prone on the table, standing her legs straight and erecting her plump peach-shaped buttocks. (To be continued.) .. )