The more Lao Huang thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He felt uneasy and the sweat on his forehead was dripping like light rain. It wasn't that he didn't want to wipe it off, but he was embarrassed. In front of these beautiful women, he looked like a dignified Dali Temple.
How could Zhengqing end up in such a situation? It's his own fault. It's not good to just stay in the temple. Who dares to underestimate him, make trouble for him or scold him? He has to come here.
Waiting for a dirty place, isn't this just looking for trouble, scolding the King of Hell in the middle of the night, and even wanting to die before dawn? But after all, man! How can you not do that? Besides, when you meet such a stunning woman now, you are just trying to sell iron.
, you can't let go of such a good opportunity to sell grain and rice? Just curse a few times, and make a few sarcastic remarks. Who can let someone look like a fairy? But anyway, that's what I'm doing when I get here.
Every family has been like this since ancient times. Could it be that this kiln shop can change the regulations? Thinking about it this way, Lao Huang adjusted himself and felt much more confident. He said:
"I went to the vegetable patch to buy melons and went to the garden to look at the flowers. What did you think I was doing here? I wanted to weigh two pounds of meat buns and take them home to try. Do you have any here?"
"Want to eat steamed buns? Yes, come on, sisters, tickle this boy first and make him some fresh steamed buns to open his eyes!"
When the golden-haired woman shouted, four beauties immediately jumped into battle and surrounded the yellow scholar who had been studying for half his life. Men and women mixed together, neither male nor female. How unbecoming is this? Isn't this a public blasphemy against elegance?
this?
Huang Wenjia screamed like a pig: "It can't be done, it can't be done! It must not be done! How can this be done? If it is spread, how can it be done? How will I walk in the officialdom in the future?"
"What the hell are you talking about!" the yellow-haired woman scolded, "You are so stupid that you say one thing and do another, become a pimp, and you still want to be a gentleman! Honestly, what are you doing in a place like this?
Already?"
"I said, I said... fairies, please wait a moment, I have something to say." Huang Wenjia squeaked as he pulled up his pants and dressed in a panic.
"Tell me! See how big an ivory can come out of your dog's mouth?" The yellow-haired girl changed her previous smile and turned into an angry lioness.
Huang Wenjia was not a regular person. At this time, he had already guessed that they were inseparable. This group of women was definitely not the comedians in the flower house. They must have some background. The bad thing was that he had said hello in advance and the news was revealed, so that these women
The couple took advantage of the loophole. Who are they? Lao Huang's mind turned a few corners, and he immediately remembered a person - Pan You'an! Who else could it be if it wasn't him? His wives set fire to the Governor's Mansion in Liangzhou City.
When rescuing people, he was too confused to see clearly, but he heard the words. One of them must be this Western woman. This time, he saw it correctly, but he also thought secretly that these women cannot be moved.
Not only can't she move, but she also has to think of a way to escape, and try to figure out how to escape this disaster. It will be easier when she gets to the temple. The temple is heavily guarded, what are she afraid of these girls? If she turns against them, why not?
? Now he is a fourth-rank court official, and Dali Temple is heavily guarded. Not to mention a few female prostitutes, even if Pan Youan personally leads the troops to fight, he may not be able to do it. Thinking about it this way, Lao Huang murmured:
"Listen, ladies and gentlemen, this is my first time here. We are border officers in Beijing, and this is the first time we come back to this kind of place. Because, firstly, I have not brought my family to Beijing, and secondly, I am not familiar with the place where I live, so I want to find a quiet place to drink.
Drinking tea and chatting. I never thought that I would accidentally stumble into the treasured land of the goddesses. Okay, I'll apologize if I admit my mistake. If the fairies don't mind, I will host a banquet at Juxiang Pavilion tomorrow. Please be sure to show your respect...
"
The yellow-haired girl sneered and said: "Master, you are already here and I haven't greeted you yet! There is no need to invite guests from Juxiang Tower. Didn't you spend twenty taels of silver today? You can't let your money go to waste."
Yeah! According to the rules of our building, all guests who come in must leave with a good time. Besides, I can’t let you leave disappointed in any way! Sisters, come on, let the officials undress first, move around, and relax.
Relax."
How could these women be comparable to others? How could Huang Wenjia, a nerd, be able to withstand the speed of their movements and their strength? Three strikes, five divided by two, tearing, tearing, and only Old Huang was left.
A pair of torn trousers with holes in them.
Lao Huang's body is inherently weak. He is either skin and bones or has a layer of skin outside the bones. He can barely put on clothes. Now that the skin has fallen off, he has become a plucked horse monkey. Lao Huang is embarrassed and looks yellow.
His face turned black, and his eloquent tongue was as stiff as a carrot stuck in his mouth. He scratched and danced around in anger, and it took him a long time to calm down and beg:
"Grandma, my grandma, I will give you whatever you want, even if it takes my life."
It was the yellow-haired girl from before, her playful face restored, and she asked with a smile:
"Master, your ten taels of silver haven't been spent yet! Tell me, which of our girls do you want to ask to accompany you to continue playing?"
Huang Wenjia wanted to play tricks, but did he have the heart and courage? He confessed without thinking:
"Grandmothers, Xiaoke really doesn't dare to kill me anymore. I want to go home. Please let me go, please?"
"Salt is salty where it comes from, and vinegar is sour where it comes from. Do you know why?" the yellow-haired woman asked with a straight face.
"I know, I know." Huang Wenjia replied repeatedly.
"What do you know?" the four women asked together.
"I don't dare anymore..."
"What are you afraid of?"
"Pan, about Marshal Pan..."
"Okay, put on your dog skin and get out of here!"
Huang Wenjia is not so stupid. He has already determined that these beautiful women must be Pan Youan's wives. He is not good at playing tricks on these women. They are very different in terms of IQ. Three cobblers, three hundred and three thousand
Three hundred thousand cobblers can't compare to Zhuge Liang! He knew that after leaving the gate of Dali Temple, his safety was in danger. Once he returned to his hometown, he could sit back and relax. He secretly made up his mind to ask him for the money the next morning.
In front of the Emperor, he had to kill the man named Pan as soon as possible. One more day would mean one more day of worry. In this regard, he, the Emperor and his eldest brother Ning Wujia all had the same opinion. It can be seen that the Emperor also wanted to kill the man named Pan.
He had already made up his mind a long time ago. The reasons for not taking action were firstly the lack of evidence, secondly because he was afraid of causing turmoil in the court, and thirdly because he could not make people think it was his opinion. How could the little emperor hide his thoughts from others?
Can you win him? If Pan Youan is destroyed, the throne will be secure, and the vengeance of eldest brother Ning Wujia will be avenged, and he will rise to great heights. Isn’t this the best of all?
Lao Huang stumbled back to his Yamen, kicking and punching. The doorman didn't know who he was. He started to curse before he opened the door: "Mom, you have the skills to kick the door like a donkey?" Unexpectedly, he raised his head and looked up.
I saw the eldest gentleman standing in front of the door, and he hurriedly saluted and said hello. A slap came from the gentleman's side, which made the waiter's eyes flash with stars, and he said three sentences in a row:
"Well played, well played, really well played!"
"If it's not good, what else can you do? Do you want me to be slapped by you?" the old man said angrily.
"That's not what I said. What I mean is that I don't have eyes. In order to increase my memory, I praise you for playing well."
The waiter said he was in his fifties, and he spoke like a brat, which shows that people are at different levels.