"well!"

Liu Biao smiled with joy and nodded to Liu Qi who had returned to the hall, but found that Cai and Liu Cong had left the lobby at some point, and suddenly seemed to have eaten a fly, feeling very disgusted.

Because Liu Qi was the son of the late Zhang, he never pleased him, but this time he saw Liu Qi's ability and filial piety.

However, Liu Cong, who he has always loved and Cai, who is loved by many people, have frequent rifts with him due to his brothers in his family, and have many conflicts. He even dared to say goodbye to this 60-year-old birthday.

Is this love?

Is this filial piety?

Is this the wife who believes in "the husband is heaven"?

Is this the youngest son who "does good deeds his parents for filial piety"?

Liu Biao's face gradually changed. He looked at Han Sisi in white clothes in front of him, and looked at her concave and delicate curves, and his heart suddenly became angry.

"Miss Sisi, I often hear the princes mentioning the name of the girl in this province. They all say that the flowers bloom in full bloom and the flowers are blooming, and the girl is even more beautiful. When I saw it today, Fang Xin did not lie to me.

However, Miss Sisi, Hongxiuzhao is under the jurisdiction of our province, and we protect you and wait for peace. At the birthday party of our province, the girl only danced a sensation. I'm afraid this sincerity is not enough, right?"

The famous scholars here thought that Liu Biao wanted to ask for some Adu, and immediately changed his expression when he heard this.

Han Sisi smiled slightly and said to Liu Biaofu in anger: "Thank you to the love of the governor, the little girl's red sleeve trick can only be settled in Xiangyang. The adults are on their 60s birthday and celebrate the whole world together. How dare the little girl be negligent?"

"Play!"

Han Sisi slapped his hand gently, Chen Polu, dressed in a deacon, and several big men carried a box and put it on the ground.

"Sir, the box is the calligraphy and paintings of two calligraphy masters, Cao Zhongze and Du Bodu, which the little girl has collected over the years. Unfortunately, the little girl is clumsy and has been looking at her for a long time but can't tell where they are.

I heard that the adults are among the eight heroes, and there is no doubt about poetry, books, rituals and music, so I specially organized them to present them to the adults so that these calligraphy and paintings will not be cast in the hands of the little girl.”

With his long sleeves rolled up, Han Sisi leaned over and lifted the lid of the box, took out a scroll from it and handed it to Chen Polu to slowly spread it out. Everyone was instantly attracted by the calligraphy and paintings, and their eyes were like a pack of wolves shining.

I saw: those big words were stroked in one stroke, with a dangerous and powerful brushstrokes, full of ink, like a horse that broke away from the reins and frost, and like a leafless waterfall flying into the frost forest. The grass is ancient and elegant, with high-quality and elegant quality. It is indeed Du Bodu’s cursive script.

At first, Liu Biao, Handan Chun, Du Kui and others seemed to be amazed at Du Bodu's calligraphy, but when his eyes moved away from Han Sisi's white wrist, evil fire surged out of his heart again.

Since he and Cai's cold war, there has been no warm fragrance at night. The maids and concubines around him dare not put on the quilt and put on the mat with him while Cai's words.

Su Dongpo, a famous poet of the Song Dynasty, once teased Zhang Xian: The eighteen bride, Eighty-July Lang, has pale hair and red makeup. The mandarin ducks are in the quilt, and the pear blossoms are pressing against the crabapple.

Liu Biao is indeed over 60 years old, but a man at the age of 60 is still a man.

What's more, he has not had any milk and blended for many days?

What's more, Han Sisi's appearance and figure are far from comparable to Cai's and the maids and concubines in his room?

Feeling warmth in his abdomen, a little bulging under his robe, Liu Biao grabbed Han Sisi's white wrist and picked up a glass of wine from the desk and handed it to Han Sisi.

"Miss Sisi, today is the birthday of our province. Whether you send these calligraphy and paintings or dances, we are very happy. In order to express our gratitude to the girl, our province has specially prepared a glass of wine toast you, and ask the girl not to say goodbye."

"I really want to ask for it!"

A trace of disgusting eyes flashed through his eyes. Han Sisi took the wine glass from Liu Biao's hand and was about to drink it. Suddenly, Zhang Yun, who was standing beside him, said, "Miss Sisi, it's probably inappropriate for you to drink like this, right?"

"Yes, Miss Sisi, you and your lord are the courtesans of Hongxiuzhao and the other are famous all over the world. It is indeed a bit inappropriate for you to drink like this!"

"The clear spring in the white stone is hidden together, and the beauties and celebrities are united. Why don't Miss Sisi have a leather cup with her lord?"

Everyone responded in unison, including famous scholars such as Handan Chun, Du Kui and Yingrong, also showed an admiration.

Of course, the leather cup does not refer to the wine glass made of marten, tiger skin, fox skin and other animals' flesh, but the behavior of visiting prostitutes by ferrying wine in the brothel culture in ancient my country.

In this era, visiting prostitutes was not a scandal, and of course, it was not a vulgar thing, but a rhyme.

The so-called romantic etiquette of famous scholars is nothing more than this.

Not to mention, although Han Sisi was looking for a courtesan for Hongxiu, in the eyes of Handan Chun and others, she was just a famous prostitute with beauty and charm, and should have blended with their bodies and souls.

Otherwise, how could there be a saying that "beauties are young and peaches are young and plums are young, and famous scholars are instructing the country"?

Han Sisi slowly closed her eyes, and a ray of redness floated on her face, as if the sunset brought by the night wind in the evening, climbed up her eyebrows, and engraved a hint of redness and rose-like redness on her white jade-like cheeks.

It looks like someone is picking it.

Liu Biao laughed loudly, lowered his head and drank the wine in Han Sisi's glass in one go, then pulled Han Sisi over, covered his big mouth on Han Sisi's cherry mouth, and slowly passed the wine in his mouth with a light tongue.

Everyone is drunk without drinking. Before the wine is dispersed in Han Sisi's mouth, her face turned redder.

"Congratulations to the lord, and congratulations to the lord. On the occasion of his 60th birthday, he actually gained a warm and fragrant courtesan. It's really gratifying. Dear lords, brother Shi, should we raise our glasses to celebrate the lord?" It was Zhang Yun who raised the topic again.

Everyone raised their glasses to celebrate Liu Biao's return with the beauty.

Liu Biao was filled with joy and sat down on the desk chair. He pulled Han Sisi in his arms and laughed: "Brothers are right, such a good time and such a beautiful scenery, how can you stop drinking a cup together?"

"Where is enough for a cup? Tonight there are both famous scholars and beautiful women, so we should not return without getting drunk!"

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, and the lord's wine is enough. Otherwise, I would get my lord drunk, wouldn't I let Miss Sisi stay alone in the empty boudoir tonight?"

"Mr. Zi said it well. Everyone, if I persuade the lord to drink, Miss Sisi will get up tomorrow morning and peel me up. Then she will give this red sleeve move. Where can I find these tender and tender little ladies?"

The hall was filled with joy again.

"Okay, then let me drink three more cups in total!"

Liu Biao waved his hand, and the remaining girls immediately held the wine bottles in his hands and scattered them, blushing and smiling, and walked back and forth among the famous scholars and civil servants and military generals with light steps, like butterflies dancing in the mountains and forests.
Chapter completed!