Jiaofang Division, in the cubicle.

The sound of the rocking bed slowly stopped, Jia Yun held up his arms, looked at the blushing mature woman under him, and said with a smile: "Tonight is really thanks to Brother Feng. Not only did I win my sister, I also met the number one person in the capital.

Oiran, it’s really a worthwhile experience.”

Mother Han pursed her red lips lightly and said resentfully: "Young men are so heartless, eating from the bowl and looking at the pot. If you have fallen in love with Zhixiang, why bother to provoke the slave family."

Jia Yun chuckled softly when he heard this, lowered his head, took a bite on his chest, and said with a smile: "How can that little girl be as enchanted as my elder sister? I heard that oirans are rarely seen, but I didn't expect that just now

When I came to the capital, I saw him last time, and he wasn't that bluffing."

Mother Han groaned in pain, frowned and snorted: "Miss Zhixiang, our Jiaofang Division spent a lot of effort to cultivate her. If the manager hadn't said anything, the young man would have thought that he could invite Zhixiang.

Come for a tea party?...."

Jia Yun was noncommittal. He had already seen the problem a long time ago. As a frequent visitor to the brothel, Jia Yun didn't know the brothel's marketing strategy. Wouldn't it be a sign of lowering one's status for a dignified courtesan to show up casually for a tea party?

What's more, Jia Yun was so dissolute at the table, and it was a wonder that the oiran, who looked at him "arrogantly", didn't get angry and leave the table.

Jia Yun kept his expression and said with a smile: "Then I will have to establish a good relationship with the person in charge someday. My sister will never be able to escape from my grasp in the future."

Mother Han spat and said: "You are so sweet-talking, the slave family is not like those inexperienced little girls. When the young man gets tired of it, will he still remember the slave family? What's more, the Jiaofang Department is under the Ministry of Etiquette, and the young man wants to find

, then you have to find someone from the Etiquette Department."

"Isn't it just a matter of being in charge that I can make the decision? I still need to know people from the Ministry of Rites. I don't have the face." Jia Yun's eyes lit up and he murmured.

Mother Han gave Jia Yun a fierce look, bit her lip and said: "You said that Xiao Langjun didn't have that intention, huh, I tell you, Zhixiang is the treasure of the company, and the person in charge has to give her three points of thin noodles, Xiao

Mr. Lang is not honest today, and I will ignore you next time."

"Oh...that's such a pity." Jia Yun suddenly said.

Mother Han looked at Jia Yun's regretful look, unhappily clamped her two big white legs around Jia Yun's waist, and looked at Jia Yun resentfully.

Jia Yun smiled knowingly, but was not in a hurry. He said with a smile: "Good sister, I like riding horses..."

Mother Han rolled her eyes at Jia Yun and half-knelt on the couch.

Jia Yun rode his horse galloping and had no sleep all night...

"Sugar Man, Sugar Man..."

"Take a look, take a look, the sweet and sour candied haws..."

“Spicy and delicious braised pork, come and try it!”

Ningrong Street South Alley, the whole alley is like a market.

The Jia family has eight rooms in Kyoto, housing hundreds of people.

In addition to some "relatives" from various houses who cling to the Jia family to live, there are probably one or two thousand people.

Except for a few families who are relatively wealthy, most of the others are just passing by.

Those poor relatives do business in the alleys to support their families.

In addition, there are some vendors from other places who will also carry goods and sell around.

This has resulted in bustling market alleys such as Ningrong Street South Alley.

"Well, the things in Beijing are really good!..."

In a food alley in Nanhutong, Jia Yun was holding a bowl of Yangchun noodles and eating them happily.

After a night of romance, Jia Yun stayed in the Jiaofangsi all night. The girl's obsession was so strong that Jia Yun was so hungry that her chest was touching her back.

As the saying goes, "A woman in her thirties is like a wolf or a tiger." This is a wise saying.

After a long drought, there was a great demand. Jia Yun took care of the old bustard, and he was very tired. So early in the morning, he ignored the sleeping old bustard and slipped out to have breakfast.

After taking a big sip, Jia Yun drank the noodle soup completely. He wiped the soup stains around his mouth with his sleeve without any care, and then patted his full belly with satisfaction. He felt extremely comfortable. The so-called life was nothing more than this.

.....

After eating and drinking, Jia Yun still bought a few copper coins and walked away...

Jia Yun looked at the scenery and people in Nan Hutong.

At the feet of the Emperor, there is peace.

Or maybe it’s because of the morning market. There are so many people in the alley. Vendors are carrying burdens and walking around, rubbing shoulders, and there is a lot of people. Amidst the hustle and bustle, the tranquility of the world is revealed, and there are many simple smiles on the faces of the people. This time

The scene is far beyond what can be compared to the border areas.

Jia Yun looked at it for a while and then planned to go home. As for riding and shooting, he had been "riding" for a long time and it was time to take a rest.

After galloping all the way, Jia Yun entered the Duke's Mansion and headed towards Mozhu Garden.

Mei'er and others who were busy in the courtyard saw Jia Yun coming back and hurriedly greeted him: "Uncle is back."

Jia Yun nodded and immediately walked towards his private room. As soon as he stepped into the private room, he saw Qingwen cleaning the house with a feather duster. Seeing that Jia Yun was back, she greeted: "Uncle."

Still nodding and ignoring him, Jia Yun took off his outer clothes, sat on the couch, and began to take off his boots. Qingwen on the side stepped forward and squatted down to help Jia Yun.

Jia Yun did not refuse, so he let Qingwen serve. Qingwen helped Jia Yun take off his right boot, and the pungent smell made her frown.

Jia Yun contracted the sweaty feet when he was at the border. The land at the border was simple and it was common for him not to clean his feet for ten and a half days, so it naturally became like this.

However, Qingwen didn't say much. She tilted her head and shouted outside the house: "Mei'er, go and get water for uncle's feet."

Jia Yun yawned and said nonchalantly: "Don't bother me. I'm a little tired. I'll take a nap first."

It was still hard work last night, so it would be better to rest early.

Qingwen frowned and said, "This is not possible. There is such a strong smell. If you lie down directly on the couch, those good mattresses will be wasted. Not to mention, you will not be able to sleep comfortably."

Listening to Qingwen's words, Jia Yun couldn't help but feel funny. Is Qingwen thinking about the mattress or Jia Yun?

Anyway, Jia Yun didn't care if someone was waiting on him, so he let Qingwen arrange it and lay down on the couch carelessly.

After a while, Meier came in with foot-washing water. Qingwen took it and brought it to Jia Yun's bed, and helped Jia Yun wash his feet without any disdain.

Her tender hands rubbed Jia Yun's sweaty feet, which felt quite comfortable.

Qingwen was so careful that Jia Yun even rubbed her feet.

"Sir, what were you doing last night? Why didn't you come back all night?" Jia Yun was enjoying herself when Qingwen asked.

Jia Yun said casually: "I'm going to socialize."

Qingwen didn't know Jia Yun's perfunctory attitude. It was just that Jia Yun was the master and it was not her place to comment. Qingwen had gone beyond asking.

After cleaning for a while, Qingwen took Jia Yun's feet and put them in her arms. She picked up the wrapping cloth from the side and helped Jia Yun wipe off the water stains. She put Jia Yun's feet back on the couch and then exhaled.
Chapter completed!