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314 Gritting his teeth and farting Zhuang Sanshao

"It's not me." Zhong Si said with a straight face: "Zhuang Weizhe had already occupied my room when I came back from the prison. His servants said that my room faces well, is sunny and spacious, and wanted to change it with me."

"That's it." Lin Chu nodded and looked at Rong An with a smile: "Master Rong, please set another table. Lin Chu is surrounded by low-class people, and he can't get used to the special smell of the nobles in the capital."

Lin Changxi burst into laughter, her peach blossom eyes looking forward to Shen Fei.

Duanmuyan clapped his hands and laughed: "Are you grinding your teeth and farting? This princess is indeed not worthy of such a noble hobby."

Zhuang Weizhe's face turned livid and he banged the table: "Nonsense! I've never had that kind of bad habit!"

Lin Chu glanced at him: "Can Third Young Master Zhuang know what he did in his dream?"

"If there is anything wrong with me, my servant, I will tell you."

"If your servant had said this, would he still be alive?"

Zhuang Weizhe was speechless for a moment. He couldn't bear the thought of grinding his teeth and farting. His face instantly turned as red as pig liver, and he became angry with embarrassment: "Fart, fart, what nonsense!"

"Heh." Zhong Si sneered: "Aren't you going to let one go?"

"You! Looking for death!" Zhuang Weizhe's forehead had veins popping up, and he stretched out his hand to draw his sword.

Rong An broke out in a cold sweat. He was either crazy or stupid. He actually brought these two incompatible people together. How terrible!

If someone died at his banquet, his head would be fine.

Thinking of this, Rong An's heart tightened and he hugged Zhuang Weizhe's arm tightly.

"Third Young Master Zhuang, please be patient. The celebration banquet is a happy event, so don't hurt the harmony. If there is any suspicion, when the superiors come down and ask questions, the subordinates will not know how to answer."

Those who fight in the same room will be dismissed, investigated and never hired.

Zhuang Weizhe took a breath and almost hit that villain Lin Chu!

He rolled his eyes: "I won't care about women. I will wait until I return to the National Defense Army..."

He didn't say anything about what he wanted to do when he returned, only a cold, sinister murderous look quickly flashed in his eyes.

"Let's get started, let's get started!" Rong An shouted loudly and quickly wiped away his cold sweat.

Eat quickly and send these evil spirits away quickly!

Rong An clapped his hands, and the sound of gongs and drums suddenly sounded, filling his ears for a while.

Under the sun, the faint fragrance of the daughter's body came from the house. Eight women came out of the backyard shyly. The women's graceful waists stretched out in the blue sky like vines rippling with the waves, spinning and flying to the beat of the drum. The women were not wearing shoes.

They wore socks, and there were several anklets on each of their left and right snowy feet. The small silver bells on the anklets jingled with their movements.

It seems messy and disorganized, but it is consistent with the sound of drums.

In particular, the woman in red is the most eye-catching.

The top of her gauze skirt was extremely short, barely covering the turbulent waves on her chest. Very long strings of beads hung down from the skirt, reaching to her ankles, and they struck each other in mid-air as her limbs stretched.

Her figure is weak and boneless, standing on a huge flower drum in the middle.

In the heat of the wine, the men squinted their eyes. They noticed that the woman's waist was thinner, her legs were longer, and her eyes were as charming as silk, which could attract people's soul.

It's a pity that she has a bright red veil on her face, so her face can't be seen clearly. The more she hides her face, the more it makes people's hearts itch.

"I never thought that such a beautiful thing could be hidden in such a small place with abundant water?" Zhuang Weizhe looked at the woman in red and admired sincerely.

Rong An twisted his beard and smiled, with smiles in his eyes: "This is our famous Oiran Immortal in Huayue Tower in Fengshui County. If Mr. Zhuang is interested, I will ask her to come and serve you later. How many drinks will you have?"

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