play tricks around the bed

The folk customs of Daqi are open, even in Bianliang City at the foot of the emperor, there are not many brothels and gambling houses.

Especially on the East Street, there are many singing and dancing venues for dignitaries, and gold-selling caves for the children of aristocratic families.

It just so happened that there was a new official in Beijing today, his surname was Zhao, and his name was Zhao Wucheng.

He heard that the high walls of the capital city are like walking on thin ice, and if they disagree with each other, they will be beheaded.

In order to live a good life, on the first day of his tenure, Zhao Wucheng made friends with both sides, and invited his colleagues to the Chu Pavilion on the East Street for entertainment.

Unexpectedly, not long after the group of people took their seats, before Yingying Yanyan had time to make arrangements, everyone was attracted by a summons at the door.

"Master Shen is here!"

In an instant, the entire Chu Pavilion, whether it was the girls or the customers, all looked at the reputation, and the young Lord Shen was surrounded by girls all of a sudden.

Little Marquis Shen, Zhao Wucheng knew this guy.

Shen Xiaohou's single name is a bamboo, and the character is Huaizhi.

He was originally a sinner in the late emperor's time, but now the sage is merciful. When he ascended the throne, he pardoned the world and left him a leisurely official.

Counting, Shen Zhu is still Zhao Wucheng's boss, but according to other officials, Shen Zhu has never held any position at all.

Because Mrs. Shen is a well-known mahjong-playing old man, and Shen Zhu adheres to the principle that like father, like son, he inherited his father's career at a young age and used pornography, gambling and drugs to the extreme.

If you don't seek to make progress every day, you will either go to a brothel or paint a erotic palace.

A few days ago, I went to the south of the Yangtze River and hired five young men to go home at one go, determined to be on par with the emperor. This news spread throughout the capital.

The problem is that this young master's prostitution has reached a new height. The erotic paintings are so damn good, and the fine brushwork is so fine that it is hard to find a painting.

And Xiaohou Shen himself is also a cheerful and optimistic character, and he plays well with most of the powdered prostitutes, and he has become a well-known figure in the Qinlou and Chu halls.

Zhao Wucheng was disgusted and curious at the same time, with the mentality of reading a joke, he wanted to see what kind of fat-headed dude he was.

Unexpectedly, he glanced over and immediately stopped.

Disastrous to the country and the people, this is Zhao Wucheng's first thought.

Lord Shen Xiaohou didn't wear an official uniform, so he couldn't see his official rank.

Just wearing a green robe, leaning on the seat like a boneless one.

The hair was tied into a loose bun by the young lady with crabapple branches, and a few strands of blue hair casually hung down on her shoulders.

It's obviously a muddy figure, but it can't stand the fact that Young Master Shen is really delicate and charming, with eyes like apricots, black and moist.

The begonias in his hair were red enough to dazzle his eyes, and his emerald green robe made his skin whiter and his lips redder.

In the blink of an eye, there is a different kind of romance.

Zhao Wucheng instantly felt that the women around him lost all color.

The girls surrounding Young Lord Shen were very enthusiastic, but it was obvious that Young Lord Shen was not thinking about it at all.

I saw the young master took off the crabapple flowers from his bun and inserted them between the white nipples of the woman beside him. He slightly bent his eyes and said with a warm smile: "Dear, I didn't come to see you tonight."

It was clearly a refusal, but it sounded like a soft flirt when it came out of his mouth, which caused the woman holding the crabapple flower to recover for a long time.

It wasn't until this young Lord Shen turned his wheelchair away from the crowd and entered the door of the first house of Chu Pavilion that the crowd slowly dispersed.

The wheelchair... turned out to be a lame one.

Zhao Wucheng, who was full of disgust just now, couldn't help feeling a little pity in his heart, and thought that many flamboyant young masters often have unclean relations with his disciples or book boys.

Immediately, he forgot how to write the words "walking on thin ice", and after thinking about it a few times, he turned his head and asked the officials around him: "Your official just came to Beijing and hasn't greeted the young master, can you give me a way?"

These officials are also veterans of Fengyuechang, and they can see what Zhao Wucheng is planning at a glance, and ask directly: "You fell in love with Lord Shen?"

Zhao Wucheng: "..."

Compared with the embarrassment of being seen through by others, Zhao Wucheng's more embarrassing thing is: Are all your officials in the capital so straightforward?After all, this is also the young master!Shouldn't this kind of thinking be secretly planned, and then look at each other with a malicious smile?Why do you all speak so openly!

But it may be that there are too many greedy Shen Zhu's body every year, those officials did not feel the same worry about Zhao Wucheng, but continued with earnestness: "I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

Zhao Wucheng didn't understand why, and asked, "Why?"

"Come on, we can't even climb up to this kind of people."

One of the old officials recalled, "Don't look at the decline of the Shen family. Young Master Shen was also the commander of the Northwest Frontier Army in the past, and the general Zhenyuan in the late emperor's time."

"General Zhenyuan?" Almost no one outside the capital knew about the late Emperor's time. Zhao Wucheng was a little surprised when he heard it for the first time, and asked in disbelief, "Or the commander of the Northwest Frontier Army?"

Looking at the appearance, he thought that Shen Zhu was just a dandy who grew up in a gentle village, so he dared to think of crooked ways.

In any case, I never thought that he would be a military officer, or a general.

"Yes, it was Young Master Shen who took the initiative to invite Ying to go."

The old official confirmed, "Although he committed a crime later, his military achievements and the legacy of his ancestors alone are enough for him to live his whole life."

Zhao Wucheng really couldn't see that with such a frail appearance and that sluggish and promiscuous temperament, he used to be a person who could endure the bitter cold on the frontier.

Then how did Chen Zhu become like this?

Thinking about it, it should be the Shen family's old crime.

Afterwards, although Zhao Wucheng was curious about Shen Zhu, he also knew what to ask and what not to ask, so he bypassed the conversation, and then continued: "Then what is it?"

Now the expressions of the several officials changed, and finally they looked at each other as Zhao Wucheng thought, showing a auntie smile, and said leisurely, "Secondly, he is the child bride-in-law of King Huai."

"Who, who?" Zhao Wucheng felt that he was stuttering, and repeated it as if confirming: "Huai, King Huai?"

All the officials nodded silently.

When it comes to Daqi's most popular ministers, King Huai is the number one.

King Huai, whose surname is Li and whose name is Jue, knows jade.

Killing his father and murdering his mother surpassed his seniority and made his uncle the same as a prince of the same level. Relying on the emperor's preference, he formed a party in the court to play power for personal gain.

He is extremely extreme, moody, and tyrannical to the point that no one can match him. He is a famous mad critic.

Hearing this, Zhao Wucheng's body immediately turned half cold, wanting to kill his lustful self.

He dared to get involved in King Huai's people, maybe he would become the only official in history who was chopped up by King Huai on the first day he arrived in Beijing.

Zhao Wucheng was so frightened that he couldn't say anything, and holding that there was still a chance to save him, he asked tremblingly: "But, but I heard that Shen Xiaohou and Prince Huai have never dealt with each other, why, how can there be... a child bride?" What do you mean?"

Logically speaking, when asked here, several officials should smile secretly and shake their heads in fear of death.

Unexpectedly, several officials were not only not afraid, but even more excited.

A few officials slapped their thighs, said "Hi", and said with a cocky face: "It's a show! Shen Xiaohou is angry with the king every time, and he has never seen the king of Huai do anything to him."

Ok?

Zhao Wucheng noticed something subtle.

Aren't they discussing scheming?Why is this going a bit...

Then, it seemed to be to confirm the subtlety in Zhao Wucheng's heart.

Those officials waved their chopsticks carelessly, and pointed towards the central hall like a country: "See? There is a gamble, and whoever wins the bet wins.

I bought King Huai, I suggest you buy it with me, you can make a sure profit without losing money. "

Zhao Wucheng, who had just arrived, was lying on the railing on the second floor, watching the high-stakes gambling in the atrium of the first floor, and was completely dazed.

How is this going?

The promised high walls of the capital are like walking on thin ice?What about beheading if you disagree?

King Huai and Lord Shen Xiaohou are both relatives of the emperor, so no one cares about the prevalence of this kind of gambling in the capital?Did the tyrannical King Huai connive at these people?

So this is the capital city?

Daqi folk customs are open, honesty does not deceive me.

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