Master is a white moonlight

In the Mingshan building, the door of the largest private room was closed, and a group of non-commissioned officers stood in the corridor of the door.

All of them wore dark brown military uniforms, with a black belt tied around their waist, a brown military cap on their heads, and pistols pinned to their belts.

All the non-commissioned officers straightened their backs and stared straight ahead expressionlessly.

Occasionally, one or two guests passed by, and quickly walked away with his head down, for fear that the short-sighted gun would hit himself.

"Boss Mo, can you sing "The Drunken Concubine"?"

The person who asked this question was a young man, who was sitting upright on the main seat, smiling and looking at Mo Yu who was sitting opposite.

The man has a standard face with Chinese characters, thick eyebrows, big eyes, high nose, and aristocratic air in his gestures.

He was wearing a dark brown military uniform with a light brown belt tied around his waist.Gold tasseled epaulettes hung on both shoulders, and a row of dazzling gold medals hung on the chest.

Mo Yu sat opposite the man in a snow-white gown, no makeup was applied on her snow-white face, only a little lip balm.

A head of long curly hair was coiled behind her head, and a pair of white pearl earrings were worn on the small earlobes.The entire neck is slender and smooth, like the neck of a swan.

Early in the morning, a boy from Tianyin Pavilion came to spread the word, saying that Boss Wu had an important matter to discuss with Mo Yu about going to the theater.

Mo Yu still thought it was a bit strange that even if there was something important, there was no need to send someone to convey the message so early, but Mo Yu didn't think much about it.

After freshening up, he casually changed his clothes and went to Tianyin Pavilion.

Boss Wu put on a good show, and first discussed with Mo Yu about the show.Yi deliberately delayed the time until it was almost noon before telling the truth.

It turned out that the prime minister from the far north had come to Pingjing, and he was going to be the host of this Mingshan building, and invited Mo Yu to have a drink.

However, due to the weather, the private jet of the Prime Minister was forced to stop elsewhere.The banquet that had been booked in advance had to be postponed until the evening.

"Back to the Prime Minister, I have always only sung Kunqu opera." Mo Yu replied with a modest smile on the corner of his mouth, "I don't know much about Peking opera."

"Not very likely." Fang Ducheng deliberately slowed down his speech, picked up the sake in hand, and took a sip, "That means I will."

"........"

The corner of Mo Yu's mouth was still smiling, but she was already displeased in her heart, but due to the identity of the other party, it was not easy to show it clearly, so she could only bear it.

A pair of hands were hidden under the table, tightly clenched into fists, and the trimmed and smooth nails almost sank into the flesh.

"Boss Mo, please answer!" Adjutant Chen standing next to the Prime Minister with a cold face, reminded him aloud without even looking at Mo Yu.

"Adjutant Chen, don't be rude." Fang Ducheng glanced at Adjutant Chen, pretending to reprimand, then turned to look at Mo Yu, and said apologetically, "Boss Mo, please don't mind. These rough people only know how to fight and kill , I am used to being impolite on weekdays."

"I was rude." Mo Yu lowered his chin slightly and said.

"Before I came to Pingjing, I told my subordinates again and again. Where is Pingjing City? It is the most prosperous area and a place where literati gather. You have to get rid of your bad temper. All day 'Lao Tzu', 'Guer' is on the lips. Otherwise, you will become that low-class person, how can the soldiers led by Fang Ducheng be like this."

"Boss Mo, do you think what I said is reasonable?" Fang Ducheng looked at Mo Yu, asked a question, and then signaled to Adjutant Chen to pour wine with his eyes.

Adjutant Chen understood, picked up the indigo jug on the table, and filled the Prime Minister's glass with wine.

"What the Prime Minister said is true." Mo Yu replied, "The soldiers are bold and bold, and they are not unpopular."

"Haha! Haha!" Fang Ducheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed heartily.

"Boss Mo, you really know how to talk." Fang Ducheng stopped smiling, held the wine glass, and pretended to clink glasses with Mo Yu, "I toast you."

"Thank you, Prime Minister." Mo Yu also picked up the wine glass and touched the Prime Minister's wine glass, "I will do it first as a respect."

After Mo Yu finished speaking, she raised her head and drank a whole glass of sake.

Fang Ducheng was originally a man from the north. He drank alcohol with his parents since he was a child. He has been in the army for many years and has trained himself to hold a good amount of alcohol.

But right now, Fang Ducheng has already drank several pots of sake with Mo Yu, and this man is still not half drunk.On the contrary, my head has already started to feel dizzy, and I am a little drunk.

"Boss Mo, can you sing a song live?" Fang Ducheng looked at Mo Yu and asked, "Anything is good, I like to listen to it."

"Then I'll sing "The Peony Pavilion"." Mo Yu nodded slightly at the prime minister, took the folding fan that had been kept by her hand, got up and walked to the screen.

"Good! This is good!" Fang Ducheng clapped his hands and said loudly, "I love this "Peony Pavilion" the most!"

Mo Yu came to the side of the screen, stood upright, and cleared his throat.

With a "swipe", Mo Yu opened the folding fan in her hand and placed it on her chest.

With a light part of her vermilion lips, the playful words overflowed from between the white teeth.

"It's not until the original colorful blooms, like this, it's all ruined. But what a beautiful day, who's home to enjoy the pleasure."

"Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, clouds and green pavilions, rain and wind, smoke and waves painting boats, the people of Jinping look at this time so cheap......"

Fang Ducheng put down his wine glass, half supported his head, his eyes began to blur.Looking at Mo Yu in front of him, he was fascinated for a moment.

From time to time, the fingertips tapped the table lightly, following the rhythm of the music, looking mesmerized.

Fang Ducheng has no culture, but arty.

Before coming to Pingjing, I heard that there was a famous opera singer in Pingjing City, who sang well.

Her fans range from three-year-old children to octogenarians, down to common people, up to dignitaries, of all ages and walks of life.

But this person is so self-proclaimed that he is lofty and extraordinary, even the head of the customs office wants to give her a three-point favor.

The first thing Fang Ducheng did when he came to Pingjing was to see the demeanor of this famous actor.So he ordered people to find Boss Wu of Tianyin Pavilion and invite this actor.

At the first glance, Fang Ducheng knew why this person was so famous, and it was right for him to be so high-minded.

This person is simply not a mortal, he was born with a beautiful appearance, more beautiful than any concubine in his family.

Fang Ducheng is also a person who has seen the world, but he can't find anyone who can match this person's appearance. Those rouge and vulgar fans may not even be able to match Mo Yu's hair.

If it's just good-looking, it's fine, but he doesn't know that this person's singing skills are really amazing.The tunes that are exported are well sung, like pearls falling on a jade plate.

He thought that opera singers were all so charming, but Mo Yu's aloofness and refinement completely overturned the impression of a famous actress in Fang Ducheng's heart.

After the show was over, Mo Yu fulfilled his wish and saw Fang Ducheng lying on the wine table, already drunk.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, this man was finally drunk.

"Boss Mo, please stop!"

Standing behind Mo Yu, Adjutant Chen called out to stop Mo Yu who was in the corridor.

Hearing the sound, Mo Yu stopped, turned around, and politely said to Adjutant Chen with a smile, "Is Adjutant Chen busy?"

"Boss Mo, can you take a moment to talk?" Adjutant Chen smiled and pointed to another box next to him.

"Okay." Mo Yu nodded slightly, and followed behind Adjutant Chen.

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The night was getting darker and darker. After dinner, Leng Yizhen went back to her room directly.

Go straight to the desk and open the drawer.I planned to find out the notes I wrote during the day and look at them again, but found a thread-bound book lying in the drawer.

Since it happens to be on the back, I don't know what kind of book it is.

Leng Yizhen picked up the book curiously, turned it over and saw that it was "Jin Ping Mei"!

Why is this "Jin Ping Mei" in the drawer?Could it be that this book belonged to Mo Yu?

Although Leng Yizhen had read some banned books before, but the reputation of "Jin Ping Mei" was too great, Leng Yizhen did not dare to read it.

After reading ancient books on medical science all day long, Leng Yizhen thought that it would be fine if he was free anyway.Furthermore, I am even more curious, what exactly is written in "Jin Ping Mei"?

Leng Yizhen came to the window, leaned his back against the wall, bowed his head and began to read.

The lights in the room were very bright, and the silver moonlight outside the window just fell on the pages of the book.

In the silent room, only the "rustling" sound of pages turning could be heard.

Leng Yizhen was fascinated when he read the book, engrossed in it.Occasionally, if you get tired, you can change your posture leaning against the wall and continue to read with your head down.

It's okay to look at it a few times before, it's not as filthy as the legend says.But when he saw the fourth episode, when Pan Jinlian had sex with Ximen Qing for the first time, Leng Yizhen was so ashamed that he quickly closed the pages.

The moment the book was closed, Shen Han's face flashed across Leng Yizhen's mind, and Leng Yizhen was so frightened that he dropped the book in his hand on the ground.

His heart was beating violently "plop plop plop", and his cheeks were also blushing, scorching hot.

When she came back to her senses, Leng Yijiao scolded herself fiercely in her heart, why did she want to read such a book.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps at the door.

"Doctor Leng, it's so late, why are you still awake?"

Mo Yu was wearing a snow-white gown, standing at the door of the room, looking at Leng Yiluo with a pair of phoenix eyes with a smile.

Leng Yizhen was taken aback for a moment, and then a look of joy came to his heart.

"Boss Mo, you are finally back!" Leng Yijiao looked at Mo Yu and said with a smile.

"Is Doctor Leng waiting for me?" Mo Yu said as he stepped over the threshold and entered the room.

Leng Yizhen lowered his head, his brain was spinning rapidly, suddenly he had an idea, and looked up at Mo Yu, "I have already prepared the dose of white flour that Chang Fei took for the first time, I was thinking of showing it to Boss Mo, you can take a look first." Yes, but I haven't seen you all day."

"Yeah." Mo Yu replied with a smile, and her eyes had already noticed the thread-bound book on the ground.

"Boss Mo, wait a minute, I'll show you right now." Leng Yijiao said as he came to the desk and opened the drawer.

Mo Yu walked straight to the thread-bound book on the ground, then bent down and picked it up.

"Doctor Leng, you lost your book." Mo Yu turned around, walked up to Leng Yizhen, and handed the book to Leng Yizhen.

"This...that..." Leng Yizhen looked up at Mo Yu, his face turned red like the sunset glow that day, he couldn't say anything for a long time Come on.