Encounter Qin Shihuang on a deserted island

Chapter 207 I really agree with what the gentleman thinks!

A moment ago, he said that if Chang Yu didn't go, he wouldn't go, and he would follow him every step of the way.

The next moment, Chang Yu was sitting by himself in the small lake beside Wanfeng Tower, and he ran to crowd the crowd by himself.
Farther away, he was really worried.

But Xiaohu is right next to Wanfeng Building, if something happens, it will definitely cause a commotion among the crowd, and he will be able to rush over by then.

Simply, he left Chang Yu behind and ran to crowd around to see if there was a chance to meet the oiran.

In fact, most of Wanfeng Tower can be seen from the small lake next to Wanfeng Tower.

However, basically only people can be seen, but not girls playing music or prostitutes.

But for many people who are elegant, sitting in the pavilion by the lake, sipping tea and listening to the music of Wanfeng Tower.

Feeling the gentle breeze of the small lake and looking at the vast starry sky at night, wouldn't it be a beautiful thing?

When Chang Yu came over, there were basically many gazebos filled with many people.

The outer area is close to Wanfeng Tower, and most of them are pretending to be deep here, imagining that they will be noticed or something.

One of life's greatest illusions, she will see it and love it.

Forget it, we don't have that habit of pretending to be deep.

There are a lot of sweet potatoes in the waist kettle, so it’s not bad to find a place with fewer people to drink a few sips and let the wind blow.

This lake is not very big, but it is also the size of a football field.

On the lake, there are plank roads and pavilions extending in all directions, which are obviously some brothels or places where guests are entertained.

Today is a banquet in Lecheng, so these pavilions are open without any additional charge.

Chang Yu was not at the edge of the lake, but walked all the way to the center of the lake.

In the very center, there are six large gazebos, surrounded by a small pavilion in the middle.

Obviously, the small gazebo in the center is the position of the gazebo with the highest specification
Over there, there are already people, and there are two gold-armored city guards standing on the plank road leading to the small gazebo.

Obviously, the man in the pavilion is definitely a big shot.

There are not many people in the six surrounding pavilions.

I found a place relatively far away from Wanfeng Tower, and sat down holding on to the pillars, facing the dark side.

The lakeside far away from the lake is another street in Lecheng. The fire is so bright that it is very eye-catching!

Fortunately, the fire here is not very strong, so the dim light is quite pleasant.

A cool breeze was blowing in front of you, Chang Yu unscrewed the stopper of the kettle and took a sip of sweet potatoes!

The water wine that burns the throat feels particularly refreshing from the mouth to the abdomen!
Autumn is here, and when night falls, the wind will be cold, and it feels so refreshing to have a sip of soju to warm up the body!

Looking sideways at Wanfeng Tower, the noise was still coming, and a lot of people could be seen huddling there.

Seeing so many people squeezing their heads to meet the so-called oiran, Chang Yu shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"It's just a woman, why make it so crazy!"

"Oh, that's right! I also think the same as the young master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man next to him also came over and sighed.

"What kind of woman is it that makes those men so crazy!"

Immediately, he himself answered: "That must be a fairy that ordinary people like."

In his words, although he is also an ordinary person, he will not mix with women of that level.

Is it not mysterious enough, gorgeous and elegant enough, not attractive enough?
No, on the contrary, the more attention-grabbing a woman is, the one normal men dare not approach.

No matter what kind of man he is, what he really likes in his heart is not the kind of woman who shows up in public.

On the contrary, it is the kind of lady who is diligent and thrifty and manages the house, and will not attract the attention of many men.

Although there is a saying that if you want to live a decent life, you have to have a little green on your head.

But for many men, a simple love life is the best.

A woman like the oiran is destined not to get married or leave Wanfenglou.

From the bottom of their hearts, those men who watched the show didn't really want to marry her back home.

More ideas are just for fun, if you can get her, you will definitely be envied by many men!
This kind of behavior is scum, and many men who want to be upright will not want to do this.

Just like the young man who sat next to Chang Yu and kept answering him.

He was basically not ashamed to think of the kind of man who ran to join in the fun as if he had never seen a woman before.

Only then did I walk to the center of the lake, enjoy the cool breeze, sip fine wine, play flute and compose poems.

Not only him, but other people in the pavilion were also chatting or exchanging poems.

Some talented people will take out their own musical instruments and compete with each other to see who has a better sense of music.

The reason I chose to stay here was largely due to the fact that they were a group of people who could compare their talents tacitly without any communication.

When Chang Yu sat in the gazebo, the young man was also comparing blowpipes. I don't know if he won or not, but he was very happy anyway.

Especially when he saw the madness in Wanfeng Tower, he was even more thankful that he was a man with normal thoughts.

Chang Yu felt that he was also very interesting, so he chatted with him without saying a word.

I didn't talk about anything, just things about Lecheng, or interesting things I saw for fun.

When they were discussing the poems, Chang Yu didn't join in the fun, even though it sounded a bit weird
"Master, may I ask your name?"

After finishing the poem, he ran to Chang Yu's side again.

If nothing else, the roasted sweet potato in Chang Yu's hand had a wonderful smell that tempted him.

He has never smelled this kind of fine wine, it would be great if he could take a sip
He told Chang Yu that his name was Lin Fengyue.

The name sounds a bit squeamish, but the others are also quite talented.

Chang Yu didn't mention his own destiny, he just said the word 'Chang' to him.

We are here to avoid the limelight, not to make friends!

Everyone is so enthusiastic about it, so it's hard for Chang Yu to tell him, isn't it?

There's no need to use a pseudonym, just don't tell me your full name.

Hearing this, he didn't mind at all, he yelled every time Mr. Chang was very happy.

"Do you want to drink?"

Chang Yu looked at him, staring at the kettle in his hand from time to time.

You don't need to guess, you must be attracted by the smell of sweet potatoes.

"That's right!"

Lin Fengyue burst out laughing, not feeling embarrassed at all.

Man!If you have a good drink to share, you won’t feel embarrassed.

Chang Yu wasn't stingy either, anyway, there are quite a few of them.

He handed him the kettle, and he handed him the flute.

He took his flute, he took the kettle, and drank from the sweet potatoes.

A burning sensation, from the mouth to the abdomen, made him cough for a long time, his face turned red and he became hoarse when he spoke!
In a blur, he could be heard saying: "What kind of wine is this! It's so strong!"

The purity of sweet potato shochu alcohol is not high, but compared with the distilled rice wine and fine brewed wine of this era, it is completely high-grade alcohol.

He is used to drinking low-alcohol wine, and suddenly he takes a big gulp of high-alcohol wine. It is completely normal for him to feel uncomfortable for a while.

"Who asked you to drink so much, and no one would compete with you?" Chang Yu shook his head helplessly in a funny manner.

Teach him to have the palm of his hand go down smoothly between the throat, and the burning feeling can be alleviated a lot.

"Hey! Mr. Lin, it's your turn!"

The young man in the gazebo next to him waved at Lin Fengyue to let him play the flute.

His face changed slightly and he quickly took the flute from Chang Yu, but the burning feeling in his throat was still there, and it was difficult for him to make a sound without blowing it.

If not, he will lose this time.

Although I don’t know what their bet is, it would be a pity if they lose like this.

(End of this chapter)