Although the characters and style of the Middle Earth China are very different from the ancient times of the earth, they are traditionally very close to the Tang and Song dynasties. In this era, it can be called entertainment, namely the songs and wineries and brothels and Chu Pavilions.

Wang Foer's psychological development was completely mature. He thought he was still accepting this kind of entertainment. He walked around the street for a few times, secretly evaluating the architectural style and decoration level, and chose a one that looked good and cheap, and walked in.

The turtle king Foer was dressed very well and did not dare not to treat him because he was young. He mingled with him in the most lively place in the hall, and four beautiful ladies were playing the piano and singing.

After listening for a while, Wang Foer curled his lips and looked very contemptuous. "This level is not as good as the K-song song on Earth. It is even worse. What's the point of four quasi-dinosaurs?"

In fact, although these four singers are not considered roles, they also look good and have some talent. Wang Foer said this, but he is more than the top. He saw many pictures of beautiful women on the Internet in his previous life. Even if he is a first-class beauty, he will look rough and unappreciating without photoshopping. When it comes to China, there are naturally rare women who can be amazed by him.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy heard Wang Foer's words and turned his head and said, "What is a quasi-dinosaur, a kind of dragon? But these sisters are pretty good, and they won't be that bad either."

Wang Foer saw that the other party was dressed simply but had a very leisurely demeanor. She sat on the railing with a relaxed expression, her eyes were clear, without any trace of impurities.

"It's so depraved to come to visit the kiln at such a young age..." Wang Foer didn't expect that he was younger than the other party. He became interested and commented. "Look at these women, although their clothes looked bright, they were actually old-fashioned, and they were also very difficult to match. The one who was fucking the pipa, the big red and the big yellow shirt, was a vulgar God... Look at their instruments again, the psychic master in the east, the third string was changed back, and it was different from other lines. I heard that... When I played it, it was like a long and short foot, which was very uneven,..."

In order to exercise the ability to pick up girls for a few hands, Wang Foer also worked hard to learn some musical instruments. He was also quite talented in this area. Although his playing level was only average, he was proficient in a variety of instrumental music and had a quasi-professional appreciation ability.

These singing girls are only practiced hard in their daily lives and have no guidance from famous teachers. They may not have seen any musicians playing musical instruments in their lifetime. They are far from this aspect of the modern society where Wang Foer originally lived. On the earth in the 21st century, even ordinary people can download master-level performance videos and enjoy them casually.

As for the evaluation of clothing matching and the uneven makeup, Wang Foer is purely a professional illness. As a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, although he has never taken courses such as clothing design, his aesthetic level is not accessible to ordinary people after hearing and seeing.

The young man originally thought that Wang Foer was talking big, but after hearing a few words, he suddenly felt that Wang Foer said everything was reasonable. He was very particular about the subtle points, and he chose defects that were extremely difficult for ordinary people to detect.

Originally, I thought that these four singers played well and looked quite beautiful. Wang Foer was scolded by a slander, and the boy felt a little uncomfortable.

The two chatted as if no one else was around, and the guest officer next to them was also attracted to listen to it. On the contrary, no one paid attention to the performances of the singing girls.

Wang Foer’s standard for choosing good and cheap goods is to see where there are many people. The one who chose this is of course the best business in the city. Although this brothel is not the largest in Huangzhou City, it is extremely tasteful and is the largest industry in Huangzhou’s Sanshan and Wuhumen.

Those singing girls had long heard the two children in the audience talking nonsense. When they finished their performance, they stepped back into the backstage and were all angry. Wang Foer said that the big red paired with rhubarb was so vulgar that he could not help but the anger in his chest and did not take off his makeup. He came straight from the entrance of the hall that he was around behind to come to Wang Foer.

It was so satisfying that he suddenly smelled a fragrant wind. Wang Foer looked up and was startled. Another young man saw someone asking for guilt, so he kept his mouth shut and hugged him, and hid aside without any loyalty.

"How old are you, a kid, come to such a place? What do you know, just come and talk nonsense?"

This singing girl is twenty-first or two years old. She just sat upright and held the pipa in her arms. She couldn't tell how good she was. Now she was so angry that her chest was trembling, but she swept Wang Fo'er's eyes and immediately admired her heart.

"This woman looks just like a Chinese, but her figure is very popular. Her chest size is probably a D cup. Middle Earth China should not have bras, which means... it's real!"

The singing girl said a few words and was frequently watched by the guests around her. Seeing that Wang Foer didn't say a word, she didn't want to leave a fierce impression on the guests. She was about to stop talking. But when she saw Wang Foer's eyes staring at the key parts of her body, she suddenly became angry again.

Wang Foer suddenly chuckled! He smiled, and just wanted to speak, but shook his head again, and his mood suddenly became depressed. "Maomao fucked, I just wanted to ask, how much is this woman's night capital, but I forgot that she couldn't get up now, and everything has to wait for the future..."

I was depressed and felt that it was really boring to argue with this singer girl. Wang Foer patted her clothes and walked out in shame. The singer girl won a great victory, but she didn't care much about herself. Just as she was about to go back to prepare for the next singing and dancing, she suddenly heard Wang Foer talking to herself: "This girl is like, and you don't have to be sad if you can't catch it. I don't want such a car to be in the car in the future, hahaha! I won't accept gifts during the Chinese New Year, and only beautiful ladies..."

He comforted himself, but smoked the singing girl's orifices. When he wanted to chase her out, he saw the strong man guarding the gate and felt sad. He knew that he was not a free body. In this threshold, the guests came and went freely, but she was like a barrier across the sky.

"The left hand Vajra Dragon Claw Hand, the right hand Yaksha Sea Explosion Style... Don't be too obscene!"
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