and son

After the story was told, the audience applauded.

Everyone applauded and shouted: "Good!"

Many of them are mixed with a little bit of embarrassment, questioning the authenticity of the story.

In the private room, the two people who were married to each other looked at each other, then lowered their heads and drank tea, as if nothing had happened.

The air was flowing slowly, gradually showing signs of stagnation, and Meng Chuji took the initiative to speak: "I don't know what the storyteller is going to say next? I hope he can say something interesting, stop talking nonsense."

Pei Jing smiled and said: "What the storyteller says depends on the reward from the listener. He can say whatever the listener asks him to say. Whatever Jingjing wants to hear, I will listen to you."

"That's okay too?"

"Ah."

"Then I want to listen to "The Legend of the Phoenix Fairy."

Meng Chuji said without thinking.

Pei Jing was puzzled when he heard the words: "What kind of biography is "The Legend of Fengxian"?"

Meng Chuji smiled mysteriously: "You'll know it when you hear it."

Pei Jing nodded in agreement, and summoned the guards to ask him to reward the storyteller with a few ingots of silver for telling "The Legend of Fengxian".

Meng Chuji happily poured tea instead of wine, sipped it slowly, and waited for the opening of "Fengxian Biography".

Mr. Storyteller got the money, cleared his throat twice, and said in a clear voice with some embarrassment: "This time, I'm going to tell you "Fengxian Biography", which is about the famous prostitutes of that generation. Fengxian, the erotic love history with many benefactors, is not suitable for children, adults should cover children's ears..."

Pei Jing was about to hold the cup, but with a shake of his hand, he knocked over the cup and spilled the tea all over his body, but he didn't bother to wipe it, and looked up at Meng Chuji in astonishment.

Meng Chuji squinted at him, only to feel that he was angry, and he felt refreshed, and said with a smile: "His Highness's own story, you have to listen carefully to it."

"I ordered it for you."

Pei Jing stroked his forehead and had a headache.

At the end of the sentence, Meng Chuji seemed to have been greatly insulted, and said righteously: "Your Highness, don't talk nonsense, I am a decent and decent girl, how can I hear such nonsense?"

Pei Jing: "..."

Below, the storyteller speaks with gusto, and the listeners are mesmerized.

"Entering the red tent, taking off the red clothes, white skin and tender red, delicate and trembling, the cloud and rain are endless, and the little Fengxian wants that Mr. Zhou to help her redeem her body, and Mr. Zhou naturally agrees repeatedly. One bite at a time, I wish I could give her my life..."

Meng Chuji smacked his lips, hating that the teacup was not filled with wine, if it was a daughter who had been around for decades, then he couldn't be happier.

Shu Shuang sighed, and Meng Chuji glanced at Pei Jing again, only to see Pei Jing lowering her eyelashes, playing with the jade on her waist in her hands, her slender fingers with distinct knuckles, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Meng Chuji felt that Pei Jing must be blushing. Although Pei Jing repeatedly took advantage of him, he was so self-conscious that he might not even touch a woman's hand, so he slightly raised his eyelids, restrained his banter and ridicule, and said solemnly: "Your Highness , What does Yunyu mean?"

Pei Jing paused with her fingertips, pinched Yu Jue with her hand and stopped moving, and he didn't raise his head, only the tips of his ears were a little red.

really.

Meng Chuji laughed heartily, and looked innocent on the face: "Then why did Mr. Zhou call her a little bitch?"

The tip of the ear turned even redder.

Meng Chuji asked the third fatal question: "It's so good, why did he give his life to Xiaofengxian?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Meng Chuji played a malicious role, vowing to make Pei Jing feel ashamed, and said: "Why doesn't Your Highness speak?"

Pei Jing finally raised her head, her gentle face was as usual, but her eyes were extraordinarily bright, burning like a fire that could melt a person.

Meng Chuji's scalp was numb from his gaze, and he wanted to look away when he shut up...

Pei Jing's voice became hoarse unconsciously: "You will know later."

Meng Chuji's hairs stood on end, his back felt cold, and he immediately smiled dryly: "Ahahahaha, Your Highness was joking, but I don't really want to know that much."

After a pause, he felt that these words were not enough, so he stood up awkwardly: "Your Highness, this place is very boring, let's go back quickly!"

The storyteller has already talked about Xiaofengxian's second benefactor. The first Mr. Zhou failed her and left her in the brothel. A Mr. Liu:

"This is Mr. Liu's first taste of love, and he was coaxed by Xiaofengxian. The next few times he didn't even touch Xiaofengxian's hand. The more he couldn't touch it, the more he missed it. This time, Xiaofengxian came The fairy gave me some sweetness, blowing the flute all night..."

Meng Chuji himself blushed, annoyed that he was useless, instead of making Pei Jing blush, he felt embarrassed.

It's all because Pei Jing knew what she said later.

Pooh!

He didn't want to know.

Pei Jing smiled lightly, suddenly became a little ambiguous, and said, "Okay, it's up to you."

At this moment, Meng Chuji's scalp was not only numb, but his whole body was numb, and he seemed to flee the room without waiting for Pei Jing.

This bit of ambiguity didn't dissipate until he and Pei Jing returned to the Prince's Mansion by car together.

Meng Chuji bid farewell to Pei Jing in a hurry, and went back to the room to find Ah Fu to vomit bitterness, Ah Fu was surprised for a while:

"Ah, young master, you are sick, so the prince still wants to consummate the house with you?"

Meng Chuji's teeth became sour when he heard the word "round house", took a few mouthfuls of cold water, squatted on the chair and said, "I guess he waited for me to recover. I have never met a woman before, and finally married a wife, do you think he will let me go?"

"No."

"That's why I am suffering, young master. It is impossible to defend against day and night. If one day he succeeds, wouldn't it be a big deal?"

He came here with relatives, and the purpose of diplomatic relations between the two countries is still pinned on him.

Ah Fu moved the cloth from the box to the table one by one, and said while moving, "Master, you should think of a solution once and for all!"

Meng Chuji gave him a chestnut: "Why would I ask you if I can figure it out?"

This kind of big matter of deception, does it mean that if there is a way, there is a way?

"Then... what should we do then?"

Ah Fu holds a piece of cloth in his left hand and another piece of cloth in his right hand, comparing the colors of the patterns.

Seeing that he didn't listen to him seriously at all, Meng Chuji stared at the two pieces of cloth in his hand, frowned and said, "Why do you keep playing with these pieces of rags?"

Afu suddenly grinned: "It's such a young master. Someone came from the palace just now, saying that the empress is going to hold a plum feast, and the head of the Prince's Mansion asked me to prepare two beautiful clothes for you, young master, so that you can be in front of the beauties like clouds." At the Plum Blossom Appreciation Banquet, he overwhelmed the crowd and made a big splash... Ouch... Young Master, what are you doing knocking on me..."

Meng Chuji said coolly: "You are becoming more and more capable of being a woman?"