Licheng is located at the foot of Mount Tai, between Xindu, Yanzhou and Langya. Because of the fact that it is based on Mount Tai, people who come to Licheng to climb high or worship their ancestors will rest here. Over time, a considerable town has been formed here.

There are not many merchants coming and going in Licheng, but the wine shops, music shops, brothels and gambling shops are particularly developed. Every year, many young talents will find ways to escape from their homes when they seek the excuse of worshiping ancestors and worshiping mountains. Some people who are decent enough to know that they can worship Mount Tai, but those who are inexpensive should be regarded as worshiping ancestors and worshiping mountains as a cover, and even the bluestone slabs paved on the road up the mountain have not taken a step forward.

This year's Licheng is more peaceful than the exchanges.

Hexi is even quieter.

A few "crank" sounds of pipa sounds in the Hedong Lefang came from the opposite Yishui River. It seemed that when it arrived at the heart of the river, it was pushed away by those ripples, and it could not be transmitted to Hexi.

There are small doors and small households in Hexi, with narrow courtyards and narrow streets. Even the roads between the courtyards are not bluestone roads like Hedong, but earthen ridges.

The old tree next to the earthen ridge was a little withered, with a few leaves growing on the ground. The tree was pitch black, and suddenly "punched" and the crow flapped its wings and flew, and its black wings passed through the sky, shaking off the few leaves left on the old tree again.

With a "ga", the crow's sharp cry passed through the night sky that was light and dark.

The crows cry at night, and they are considered ominous.

A scholar on the dirt road trembled slightly: "Miss Qing'er, how do you live in this place?"

The scholar was one of the many sentient beings who deceived his family to come to Mount Tai to worship ancestors and mountains. He looked ordinary, and his talent could only be considered ordinary. Others built the foundation at the age of fifteen, but he was nearly twenty-five years old. He could not enter the four major families, and he looked down on small sects.

If he is good at literary talent, he can get a job with one official position. Unfortunately, he is also poor at literary talent. Although he claims to be very high, he has not even got a job with one official position.

Such a high or low level is not enough, and sitting at home can only be poked by his parents' backbone. Although he married a wife, his wife's family is rich and he has no good expression on him. Only the East of Licheng Hedong at the foot of Mount Tai makes him feel like a "person".

Qing'er is the girl in the Laiyuan Garden of Hedong's brothel.

The Guiyuan is the best prostitute shop in Hedong. The usual prostitute shop was taken care of by the madam, but the Guiyuan is different, but it is taken care of by two top girls.

These two top girls, one named Yaoyue and the other named Zhanyue, won the title of the courtesan every year.

Such a fairy-like person was rarely seen, but because Yueyuan was the private property of two girls, they were not stingy at all.

The Laiyuan really did what the visitors were. Any visitor who entered the Laiyuan could meet the two sisters Yao Yue Zhanyue. Since Yao Yue and the two sisters Zhanyue came to the Laiyuan, the business of the Laiyuan can be said to be more prosperous every day, and it is not an exaggeration to make money every day.

Although Qing'er's appearance is not the most beautiful, she is full of charm? As soon as she speaks, it makes people feel pity: "How could Qing'er be a good person like Master Zhou? Then is Qing'er's boudoir? But this is Qing'er's original home. If there wasn't a banished immortal like a young man who sent Qing'er across the river, Qing'er wouldn't have dared to come back."

When Mr. Zhou heard Qing'er snuggling in his arms? He said that? He felt increasingly pity in his heart: "How did Miss Qing'er say this? She just wanted to get some old things. Of course, she has no choice but to do so."

Qing'er smiled? Pinpeng Tingting walked into a small farmyard. The yard was pitch black, and Mr. Zhou felt scared when he walked to the door.

Qing'er pushed open the door and saw Mr. Zhou standing outside the yard with a squeak. He asked in a delicate voice: "Mr. Zhou, why don't you come in?"

The yard was pitch black? There was nothing but some broken clay pots and hay all over the ground.

Mr. Zhou couldn't help but feel a little weak in his legs and feet, and replied with a hard forehead: "How can a lonely man and a widow be together in the same room?"

Qing'er smiled and walked in with her slender feet. Master Zhou saw that Qing'er seemed to be trapped in the darkness, but there was no sound for a long time. Just as he was about to ask, the oil lamp in the room suddenly lit up. The light of the oil lamp shone through the thin window paper? It shone into the yard to dispel some darkness, and Master Zhou's heart was settled.

Qing'er's charming voice came from the room: "Why don't Mr. Zhou come in and sit? The room is pretty clean. Mr. Zhou is a little drunk after drinking some wine. Come in and rest for a while to wake up."

Mr. Zhou saw that Qing'er's graceful outline was printed on the thin window paper, especially her breasts were much better than his wife's ones? She couldn't help swallowing: "Miss Qing'er, what are you talking about? I'm really drunk."

Qing'er smiled and said, "What are you waiting for by Mr. Zhou? Then come in."

Mr. Zhou only drank a little wine when he was in Yuegui. That little wine could not intoxicate people, but it could enhance the courage of cowards. He was thinking about Qing'er's chest in his heart? How could he bear it? He raised his foot and walked in.

As soon as I walked into the door, I saw Qing'er's clothes peeling off half? Her snow-white neck was exposed. The neck looked whiter against the oil lamp than when she was in the Laurel Garden.

Mr. Zhou couldn't help but reach out and hug Qing'er.

Qing'er hid away all of a sudden. Mr. Zhou's arm passed through Qing'er's waist, and even lamented how could there be someone like Qing'er's waist in the world?

Qing'er still turned her back to Master Zhou, and her voice softly: "Does Master Zhou really like Qing'er?"

"I like it, of course I like it." Mr. Zhou looked at Qing'er and his eyes were straightened. He only knew what Qing'er asked, so he would answer. What he said was not important. After answering Qing'er's questions soon, it would be better to live up to the beautiful scenery.

Qing'er asked again: "Why did Mr. Zhou say just now, 'How can a lonely man and a widow be together in the same room?'"

Mr. Zhou was as anxious as an ant was running around on the fire: "What are Qing'er saying? You and I are in love, why bother to care about those false rituals?"

Qing'er whispered: "But if the young master really cherishes Qing'er, he should care about Qing'er's reputation."

When Mr. Zhou heard Qing'er's words, he seemed to see the cooked duck in front of him about to take off, and subconsciously rushed over: "Qing'er is joking. If Qing'er doesn't give up, he will be like. I will divorce my evil wife."

Qing'er giggled and said, "Qing'er is not as beautiful as the young master's wife."

Master Zhou hugged Qing'er and walked upwards: "Nonsense, Qing'er is like a fairy, how can I compare to my chaff?"

"Is that true?" Qing'er's voice dragged very long: "Why are you looking at it again?"

When Master Zhou lowered his head, he saw that there was no graceful green in his arms? It turned out to be a dry bone.
Chapter completed!