MTL - Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms-Chapter 262 There are many flowers in Pansi Cave
Chapter 262 There are many flowers in the Pansi Cave
Cheng Ling really didn't expect that when he was the chief bookkeeper in Yongzhou, he didn't drink flower wine. When he arrived in the capital, he became the emperor's secretary, but he was dragged into the brothel by his colleagues.
Cheng Lang, Cheng Lang, do you still remember that you were originally a girl, not a real man?
Well, so what if you remember? When things came to an end, Cheng Ling had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush through this hole.
At least you can’t run away timidly at the door of the brothel. The colleagues dragged her to the brothel today, but they didn’t really come here just for drinking. Everyone made it clear that they wanted to stretch her!
Let’s just get to know the talented women in brothels in ancient times. Anyway, there is a law in the state of Wei that prohibits officials from prostitutes—
The prohibition mentioned here mainly prohibits officials from staying overnight in brothels. If you don’t stay overnight, just chatting with famous prostitutes, admiring the moon, drinking wine, and singing poems, that is not called **** with prostitutes, but elegant.
What's more, if you can be invited by the officials of the Secretariat, it must be an elegant place, legal and compliant.
In this way, Cheng Ling did enough mental construction, and finally stepped into the beautiful flowers beside the Luoshui River.
Shenjing, Luohe, ten miles of spring breeze.
What is coming is a hot wave of fat and powder, red lights are hung high in the garden, water sleeves and green shirts are snuggling and whispering, laughing and talking. The evening wind in early May is still cool, but if you enter here, even if the cool wind has faith, it will be as warm as the light.
Colleagues no longer call each other official positions, they are all very affectionate, this one is called Brother Cheng, that one is called Brother Zhang, and some even call them by their first names.
Cheng Ling was a little stiff, and the secretary in charge of taking her, Lang Weng Xianyi, put his arm around her shoulders and said with a smile, "Brother Cheng has never been here before?"
Cheng Ling: ...Haha.
Weng Xian should be thankful, because the moment he stretched out his arms to embrace Cheng Ling just now, he almost inspired Cheng Ling to fight back spontaneously.
With Weng Xian's small physique, Cheng Ling's true energy would really shock his upper body, and he would not die or be disabled if he kept it.
Cheng Ling took Weng Xian's arm off his shoulder naturally but resolutely, and replied with a smile: "My younger brother is younger, my mother used to control me strictly."
Weng Xian laughed: "That's all right now, Brother Cheng is established in Beijing, so it's not easy for Auntie to take care of you anymore, right?"
Cheng Ling responded with a smile.
Weng Xian introduced enthusiastically: "Shili Spring Breeze will choose the oiran again tonight, Brother Cheng, come quickly, let's go this way."
Ten Miles of Spring Breeze is not just a small dry courtyard, but a large garden composed of multiple courtyards.
The garden is located by the Luoshui River. After everyone entered the garden, there was a flower girl leading the way. The charming bustard twisted her waist and spoke to the person she was most familiar with in the group.
"Liu Lang has half a month to come, I really want to die at my slave's house!"
Master Liu with a short beard is Cheng Ling's superior. Of course, it's not Mr. Liang, the secretary supervisor with the highest official position in the Secretariat, but Liu Xulin, the fourth-rank secretary.
Secretary supervisor Liang Kai is in the third grade, and he can be regarded as a high-ranking official in the capital. How could he casually bring a large group of colleagues into and out of the brothel openly?
Liu Xulin was different. He had much closer contact with subordinate officials. After Cheng Ling came for a few days, he offered to treat guests and take everyone to taste the drunken wine.
Those who came with Liu Xulin today, there are three Secretary Lang and two Dian Bu.
There are six people in the group, accounting for about half of the secretariat officials.
The scribes under it are not ranked. Although they do things, most of the officials with quality will not interact with them.
Liu Xulin was usually serious when he was in the official office, but when he was leaned against by the bustard in the ten-mile spring breeze, he seemed to be a different person in an instant.
He rubbed his hand on Hua Niang's cheek, while laughing: "Miss me? Then come, let me see your husband, what do you think?"
Behind, Cheng Ling frowned slightly.
It is almost impossible to look directly at the word "Lang Jun". Liu Xulin has a lot of beards, and he probably has a granddaughter in the family, so why is he ashamed to call himself "your lord" to Hua Niang?
At this point, Cheng Ling had regretted it a little bit, maybe she should have walked away at that time!
So what if it’s a colleague’s temptation? She is afraid of a ball!
The oiran field in ten miles of spring breeze is not only poetic and romantic.
Turned around the flower path, walked past the pavilion, and suddenly saw a long river ahead like a jade belt, winding in the brightly lit world.
There are boats everywhere on the river, and there are crowds of people on the river bank.
There are silk and bamboo, there are beauties singing and dancing, there are shouts of hello, and explicit jokes.
What elegant place?
At this level of land, some people show their true colors and show their true colors.
Hua Niang stood next to Liu Xulin and clapped her hands, and a group of maids dressed in low-cut, shoulder-wrapped silk silks came with flower baskets.
"Liu Lang, choose the oiran today. One peach blossom is one tael of silver, one begonia is five taels of silver, and one peony is ten taels of silver." They all fell down, "We still have the old rules, the one who gets the most flowers is tonight's oiran!"
Liu Xulin laughed loudly, and stretched out his hand to wipe Hua Niang's greasy face, and said: "Here are ten crabapples and ten peonies. You lowly maidservant, how can you miss your husband and me? You are clearly staring at me. It's a money bag from a certain family!"
Liu Xulin swears at Hua Niang vulgarly, but "generously donates money".
After a while, he had a flower basket in his hand, which contained ten crabapples and ten peonies.
The jacquard maids walked up to the rest of the officials of the Secretariat, and the other officials also untied their purses to buy flowers.
In such an occasion, who would be embarrassed not to buy it?
Even though Liu Xulin had agreed before coming out that he would treat guests, but in the current situation, everyone can only pay out of their own pockets.
how? Do you still need Shangguan to pay for the flower bouquet?
Weng Xian stood in front of Cheng Ling and bought ten crabapple and ten peach blossoms with a smile.
You can't go beyond the Shangguan, and you can't be too shabby, there is learning here!
When it was Cheng Ling's turn, Cheng Ling didn't move for a moment.
She knew that she couldn't be stingy at this time, so she should follow Weng Xian's example, or buy the same amount of flowers of the same grade as him, or buy a little less than him, in short, she had to show some meaning.
As long as she makes a move without hesitation today, she will be regarded as on the way and be able to initially integrate into this small group. Not to mention anything else, at least be friends with colleagues, it should be no problem.
But, but—
Cheng Ling is not stingy, she has never been stingy, she just felt a little blocked in her heart.
One tael of silver can buy at least ten buckets of rice, and this is still in the case of soaring prices... Otherwise, one tael of silver can buy twenty buckets of rice!
But in the ten-mile spring breeze, one tael of silver is only enough to buy one peach blossom. Should it be said that this is the most famous gold-selling cave in Shenjing, or should it be said that the sorrows and joys of human beings are never connected?
Just like the poet of the Southern Song Dynasty said with emotion: the green hills outside the mountains, the buildings outside the buildings, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop. The warm wind makes tourists drunk, making Hangzhou Bianzhou!
The world is miserable. Some people are struggling in the chaos of war, and some people are bending over to collect food in the mud.
Being a human being, working hard, and becoming a leader is not impossible to enjoy, but there should also be a bottom line and a measurement.
Must rely on this method to cater to Shangguan?
Cheng Ling raised his hand slightly...
(end of this chapter)
