Jiangzhu had fallen deeply under the power of Ximen Qing's double body, almost losing herself. Her eyes were blurred and she casually replied: "Mengqing has only been here for a month or two. He mainly welcomes people and sends them off, and does some things."
Chores..."
Yan Qing, the prodigal son behind Ximen Qing, changed his expression, obviously after hearing this.
"Who is the boss of Baihualou?"
After getting a satisfactory answer to the first question, Ximen Qing did not let it go. He moved his hands slightly and continued to ask the second question.
Jiangzhu gasped for breath, her face flushed: "Master Ximen, how do you know... Sang Sanniang is the one who takes care of this place? Otherwise, please call Sanniang here?"
"What are you asking her to do?" Ximen Qing's hand tightened, making Jiangzhu groan: "You must know some inside information... think about it carefully?"
"Sir Ximen...it's so hard for the slave family..."
"As long as you figure it out, it won't be hard anymore." Ximen Qing whispered in Jiangzhu's ear: "I will give you an unprecedented feeling..."
Jiang Zhu frowned and thought for a long time, then she seemed to remember something: "The boss seems to be named Cai..."
Cai? There are many people with the surname Cai, but if he can build Baihua Tower, he must be a person with a great background.
"How do you know?" Ximen Qing struck while the iron was hot and wanted to ask for more details.
"I overheard it once when I was passing by Sang Sanniang's door." Jiangzhu's breathing became more and more rapid: "My family... it's really hard, I just ask for your mercy."
"Don't rush."
Ximen Qing smiled slightly and reached between Jiangzhu's legs...
Just a light touch lifted Jiangzhu to the top... The unprecedented feeling made Jiangzhu almost pass out.
Ximen Qing took out his hand and wiped it with a silk scarf: "How do you feel?"
At that moment, Ximen Qing used extremely subtle power of Thunder Stone, but it was enough for Jiang Zhu.
Enough to surge.
In just one breath, my clothes were soaked.
Jiangzhu looked at Ximen Qing with a resentful look, as if he was extremely regretful and still had unfinished thoughts: "My lord, please allow the Nu family to retire."
"Go." Ximen Qing touched Jiang Zhu's face: "Don't tell anyone else what you just said."
Jiangzhu kissed her lips and bit Ximen Qing's middle finger. She didn't know whether to express her gratitude for the pleasure that middle finger brought to her or to indicate that she understood what Ximen Qing said. Then she left with a blushing face.
Go down.
Ximen Qing looked at the eye-catching water stains on the back of Jiangzhu's skirt and couldn't help but smile.
On the second floor stage, a song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" has been sung long ago. Now I don't know whose lyrics it is. After listening to it for a while, Ximen Qing felt that he was not interested, so he discussed with the prodigal Yan Qing to leave.
Now that the answer has been asked from Jiangzhu, there is no point in staying here.
There was a kind of gratitude in the eyes of the prodigal Yan Qing, and Ximen Qing knew that he had just heard about "Meng Qing".
"Brother Xiao Yi, if you are willing, I can go find that girl Mengqing." Ximen Qing asked tentatively: "We are old friends after all, so we might as well go and meet her... I believe she won't hide all the time."
"Since we are strangers, why do we need to meet each other?" Yan Qing always seems to have some inexplicable feelings when talking about this matter: "Brother Ximen, it was enough just now... why bother?"
Ximen Qing smiled and said: "I can beat you in boxing and kicking skills; when it comes to women, you can't beat me. I believe Jia will show up again."
"So what? Let her go if she has to." Yan Qing shook her head gently: "As long as the two of us live well, that's all."
Ximen Qing sighed secretly, since Yan Qing has already made up his mind, why should he bother himself?
While she was pondering, she heard a very nice female voice coming from the opposite stage: "Sanniang believes that the distinguished guests have been waiting for a long time, and our girls have been waiting for a long time too..."
Before the woman finished speaking, she heard cheers coming from upstairs and downstairs. Even Zhao Huan and Gao Yanei perked up, sat up straight and began to pay attention to the stage.
"Is this Sang Sanniang..."
Ximen Qing was about to leave, but Sang Sanniang, who was in charge of the Baihua Building, suddenly appeared and made Ximen Qing sit down again.
"Sang Sanniang appears, I'm afraid it's the highlight of the show. I wonder what new things Baihualou will do this year?"
Someone at the head table said something, which made Ximen Qing look forward to it.
Sure enough, this kind of activity is still mainly about launching new lines. The distinguished guests upstairs and downstairs... no, the perverts are gearing up and their eyes are shining, just for this moment.
Who will be the new leader? Who will enjoy the right to have the first night?
All eyes were focused on the second-floor stage, which was Sang Sanniang.
Sang Sanniang seemed to enjoy the attention very much, and her face turned red, causing a commotion.
"Please be quiet now." Sang Sanniang continued to speak in a pleasant voice. The voice echoed in the surrounding courtyard, giving people a pleasant feeling.
Soon, the distinguished guests became quiet.
Sang Sanniang raised her hands, patted them three times, and then retreated to the side of the stage.
Amidst the sound of silk and bamboo, three veiled women were helped onto the stage and appeared in front of everyone.
Gorgeous clothing outlines a beautiful figure, even if it is covered with a hijab, it is enough to make the perverts drink a pot.
"That's right, our Baihualou has three leaders this year!"
Sang Sanniang's words made the perverts start to commotion, and they cheered endlessly.
But what Yan Qing paid attention to was not the three veiled leaders, but the woman supporting the leader on the left.
Meng Qing, also known as Jia, seemed to feel Yan Qing's gaze and suddenly raised her head.
Their eyes met in the air, but this time, Jia had no way to escape.
"Um?"
A surprised sound came from nowhere from the head seat.
"Although there are three heads of the line, we still have to distinguish between high and low." Sang Sanniang said with a smile: "Before taking off the hijab, the slave family wants the distinguished guests to choose once."
As she spoke, Sang Sanniang turned her slender hands, and three small wooden sticks appeared from nowhere, each with different colors.
"Dai Mei, Qing Yu, and Xue Qing are the names of the three heads of line. The colors of these three wooden picks represent the three heads of line. Now every distinguished guest has the opportunity to choose.
Give the signature to our girl..."
This method gave people a sense of freshness, and soon the girls from Baihualou entered each room to collect wooden sticks.
Ximen Qing was not very interested in this, so he casually threw a white wooden stick, which meant that he chose Xueqing.
The girl from Baihualou bowed and thanked her, then quietly left, but was stopped at the door.
"Yanei, are you sure you want to do this?" Zhao Huan smiled and threw out a blue wooden sign. He watched Gao Yanei write two words on the wooden sign with a pen and threw it to the girl.
For this kind of activity, the Four Treasures of the Study are often prepared. Who knows when the thought of writing is like diarrhea, and I can write it down conveniently.
"I like it, what's wrong with it?" Gao Yanei replied with a sullen face, causing Zhao Huan to sneer a few times.
Yan Qing, the prodigal son, had already withdrawn his gaze and was sitting against the wall, wondering what he was thinking.
Ximen Qing looked from a distance, and Jia's eyes seemed a little disappointed.
The wooden sticks were quickly delivered to the stage. Sang Sanniang ordered someone to place a copper quiver in front of the three leaders. She looked at the wooden sticks one by one and put them into the quiver according to their colors.
The "dong-dong" sound of the wooden sticks thrown into the quiver made the distinguished guests couldn't help but count silently, hoping that the one they chose at the beginning of the row would get the most wooden sticks.
Sang Sanniang's hands and feet were very fast, and she threw wooden sticks from her hands to the arrow pots in front of the three leaders. It turned out to be very accurate, and every one of them hit the target.
This is actually a kind of performance.
Shooting pot was originally a game played by ancient literati for gambling and drinking. Ximen Qing is no stranger to the comparison.
However, such a fast and accurate performance as Sang Sanniang's performance is really breathtaking, and it is not surprising that it aroused cheers from the surrounding distinguished guests.
"You can do it as long as you are trained." The prodigal son Yan Qing was also attracted and explained to Ximen Qing: "But this is the first time Xiao Yi has seen Sang Sanniang's such fast skills... This woman is just afraid
It’s not that simple.”
Ximen Qing couldn't help but think of the name he just asked from Jiang Zhu.
To be precise, there is only one last name.
The surname is Cai.
The thing that impressed Ximen Qing most deeply was Cai Jing, the grand master of the dynasty, one of the six thieves. Speaking of which, the plaque hanging on Chuixue Tower was a calligraphy treasure obtained in exchange for two hundred strings.
Will the boss of Baihualou be Cai Jing?
Ximen Qing thought for a while and rejected this speculation. As a grand master, Cai Jinggui would definitely not lower his status to open a Baihualou; if it was a relative of Cai Jing, this would be possible.
"Actually, wouldn't it be enough to arrange for police officers in black to monitor Sang Sanniang?"
Ximen Qing suddenly laughed a little. He had actually forgotten the identity of this cheating official. It was a pity that the resources of the Imperial City Division were not put to good use.
But since the word "Cai" came out of Jiangzhu's mouth, it can at least help narrow the target a lot.
"Huh?" Sang Sanniang exclaimed. She made a movement in her hand, and a wooden stick did not hit the copper quiver. Instead, it bounced out of the spout and landed on the stage.
The performance of shooting the pot was originally like flowing clouds and flowing water, and it was really a pleasure to accompany the sound of silk and bamboo, but this sudden change made people feel like biting sand from the rice.
A little thump.
"I'm really sorry." Sang Sanniang bowed deeply to everyone around her: "It's not that I'm not accurate, it's just that the wooden stick is a little different, so I missed it for a while. I hope your guest will forgive me."
Sang Sanniang's words immediately caused some commotion.
Soon, a girl from Baihualou delivered the wooden stick to Sang Sanniang.
Sang Sanniang looked at it again, frowned and raised the wooden sign to show it to everyone: "The distinguished guest wrote two words on it. I wonder if it means he is willing to choose this girl?"
"Is there such a thing? You leave the line at the beginning without selecting it and write another name instead?"
"How is this possible? Did you get it by mistake?"
Doubts gradually arose, but soon an annoying voice came from the front desk, suppressing those doubts.
"Now that it's written, why don't you read it out, Sang Sanniang? Could it be that you don't recognize those two words?"