Don’t Be a Kept Man

With his sleeves in his hands, he was calm and unhurried, surrounded by the lights and smoke around him, and the breeze-like figure made Liu Zhenhu a beaming clown.

Women have always had many fantasies, both Shen Miaoping's unparalleled appearance, and affectionate words. Some young girls who had just sold themselves into the building and had no world affairs looked at him and couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

At this time, in the corner of the hall, I don't know when there is a young son with a servant behind him. He was hidden in the dark and no one noticed. He looked at Shen Miaoping motionlessly.

A veil hangs upstairs, covering the charming guests in the room. Twos and threes of stunning women are crowding on the promenade to watch the excitement. They are the kind of prostitutes in the Chunxiao Building who have spent all their money and can hardly see them.

One of the hammerhead maids looked yearning and said: "Girl, that Tanhua Lang is not only handsome, but also a rare lover."

"Fortunately for men in the world, a mouth can confuse black and white, and deceive a woman's heart and intestines. You are so young and your ears are so soft. You must know this kind of words." The woman in purple shirt nodded her head with a pretty face. It's cold.

The girl in the green shirt on the side snorted coldly: "It sounds good. Although Liu Zhenhu is not a good person, I don't think Shen Miaoping is a good person. Brother Wang is not on the top of the list because of his knowledge. The mediocrity is harmed, and it depends on how I deal with him!"

The purple-clothed girl's expression changed when she heard the words, and quickly reached out to stop her: "Snow-clothed can't—"

But it was too late.

I saw the girl in the green shirt lifted the veil, walked straight out of the pavilion, and took the maid down from upstairs. She had snow-skinned red lips, a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, and her green skirt was beautifully crafted. She rolled into a lotus leaf, walking like waves surging, Bibo occupies the spring lake like a fairy, and the men who provoke the pleasure-seeking men underneath stopped their movements and looked at her obsessively.

"Ah! It's actually Snow Girl!"

"She doesn't show up easily on weekdays, but it's strange today."

Even Liu Zhenhu subconsciously threw away the poetic little beauty in his arms, and only kept staring at her. It can be seen that this woman's lethality is so great that only Shen Miaoping took a step back subconsciously, and the intuition was not good.

really……

"The little girl has admired Tanhua Lang for a long time, but has never been able to see it. I never thought I would be lucky enough to meet him today. She is really a talented man."

This snow-clothed girl is really weird. The guests in the room are not looking at anyone. A pair of passionate eyes just stares at Shen Miaoping from the downstairs. She is shy and eager to talk, which can be seen by affectionate fools.

For a while, everyone around Shen Miaoping's eyes sharpened more than ten times, and the subtlety was unspeakable. Liu Zhenhu snorted heavily from his nostrils, and squinted his small eyes and said: "Girl in Xueyi needs to know. There are people outside, and there is a sky outside. Even though Brother Shen is only in the third place, brother Jiang is also good at literary talent. Unfortunately, he never came today."

He didn't want to praise Jiang Hongyuan, obviously he wanted to say that he was better than Shen Miaoping, because of face, it was not easy to speak.

If Xueyi is impatient with Shen Miaoping's eyes, then she owes Liu Zhenhu a glance, and said with a smile but a smile: "Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second. They are all suave characters, why bother. What rank."

Yupai passed by him and walked straight to Shen Miaoping. Liu Zhenhu subconsciously backed away when he saw this. Who had thought that his knees suddenly numb, and he fell back while standing unstable, and fell into a big **** squat in the laughter of everyone. .

In the corner no one saw, a peanut that had come from nowhere fell to the ground and rolled into the corner along the way.

Seeing this, Shen Miaoping stunned him and quickly helped him up from the ground, falsely worried: "Oh, brother Liu, why are you so careless? If you have a lame leg, just stay at home. Come out and wander around. It's a small thing if you fall, but it's a big deal when you press others!"

Liu Zhenhu was embarrassed and furious. After he stood firm, he pushed him away, as if grabbing some handle on him. He snorted and smiled: "I am a lame, and Xie Yuzhi is also a lame. If you have the kind, just put the words in front of him. Say it again, I still think how much you like him, I am afraid that you will also dislike him as a lame!"

Everyone heard the words and saw that Shen Miaoping's gaze was a little more subtle. The topic was all led away by Liu Zhenhu. Even Xueyi's eyes couldn't help but change. Seeing him is no different from seeing Chen Shimei.

"Neither, nor, Brother Liu's words are too bad."

Shen Miaoping was still calm. He paced back and forth with Liu Zhenhu, and carefully looked at the opponent up and down with his hands behind his back. He said meaningfully: "This person is different from a person. People are divided into three, six or nine. It's natural to be hurt."

"Xie Erye led his army to expedition when he was young, to fight against the Eastern Xia, to conquer the barbarians, and to protect my great Jin Haiyan Heqing. It is so good for a wealthy young man to climb the ice and snow. How many people can know why his legs are lame? He was injured because he fought the East Xia and led 40,000 Black Wind Cavaliers against the 80,000 East Xia army."

Shen Miaoping looked at Liu Zhenhu, shook his head, and said contemptuously: "As for you, Brother Liu? How do you have a lame leg? Horse racing in the suburbs of Beijing, the skill is not good and you are lame. Can you tell me this can be the same?"

Speaking of the old things in the past, there are passionate people underneath, and they all echoed and said: "Nature is different!"

Shen Miaoping nodded slightly when he heard the words: "The general has died in a hundred battles, and the strong man has returned for ten years. Don't say that the second grandfather Xie has only a limp. Even if both legs are limp, it will be a hundred times stronger than you and me. It is like a sparrow. There are feathers on the body of the Phoenix, but the two are worlds apart. They are not the same..."

He paused after speaking, then looked at Liu Zhenhu seriously with a serious expression on his face——

and so,

"Everyone is a bird, which hair are you?"

"Wow—"

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the audience.

If it is said that Shen Miaoping is still serious and reasonable in front, the next sentence is directly cursing. As soon as his voice fell, the scene suddenly fell into silence. However, after a second, everyone suddenly broke out of earth-shattering laughter, and the sound was almost overwhelming. The roof overturned, and some people slapped their thighs frantically, and even burst into tears.

Liu Zhenhu was about to split his list when he heard the words. He looked around and saw that everyone was laughing at him, his face was blue and white, and his body was swaying with anger. He never dreamed that Shen Miaoping would dare to insult himself like this, and he was immediately ready to settle accounts with him.

However, Shen Miaoping stood behind Qian Tong and the others when he had finished speaking. Liu Zhenhu squinted him like a knife, and the clenched fists clicked. Qian Tong and others immediately drew their swords. He meant that he would immediately rectify the Fa right on the spot again.

After all, Liu Zhenhu is an idiot. After a few years of hard work, he can’t change anything. He changed from an unlearned idiot to an idiot who had read books. Someone saw that he was unable to say a single line of Shen Miao's calm words. Came out to support the venue.

A Qingshan scholar stood up from his seat and said, "Although Brother Liu's words are a bit inappropriate, the saint's words must be forgiving and forgiving. Brother Shen has gone too far."

Shen Miaoping only said two words upon hearing this: "Idiot."

"You!" The Qingshan scholar glared at him when he heard the sudden ending.

Shen Miaoping arched his hands insincerely: "Sorry, I was a bit inappropriate, Xiongtai, you have to be forgiving and forgiving."

"Puff ha ha ha ha —"

There was another burst of laughter around the sky, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. Xueyi couldn't help but smile. When she turned her head, she saw that the old bust had been winking at her desperately. She paused, and had no choice but to make a rounding speech: " Mr. Shen is really a wonderful person, and Xueyi admires it a lot. A few days ago, Sister Yinfeng had to give poems from Mr. Meng Changling from the last year of Tanhua Lang... A pair of calligraphy?"

It is very common for women in the brothel to spend a lot of money to ask celebrities to write poems for them to increase their worth. It is a kind of hype. Then Meng Changling is also a figure of poetry and painting, but this kind of thing comes in private. Xueyi is here. Seeking for poems under the eyes of the crowd clearly wanted to embarrass Shen Miaoping.

Poems are inferior, making people laugh; poems are mediocre, but the name is not worthy of reality; poems are superior... how can they fall into the position of flower hunting?

Shen Miaoping is a death anyway.

As soon as Xueyi finished speaking, there was already a maid holding the calligraphy. Shen Miaoping shook his head frequently. Ancient people didn't have much entertainment. They either went out for horse racing or cast a pot to chant poems. They couldn't escape anywhere.

It is not impossible to ask him to give calligraphy, but Xueyi is a woman in a brothel, and he will write a poem about a woman in the brothel--

A pair of jade arm pillows for thousands of people, a little bit of red lips, thousands of people taste.

...It is conceivable that if Shen Miaoping dared to write this poem today, he would not have to think about being able to walk out of the Chunxiao Tower alive, so he blinked and did not respond immediately, but thought for a moment and said:" I’m not good at poetry at the next level, and I’m not good at poems, thanks to the girl’s wrong love, but Liu Gongzi’s literary talent is also good..."

"But Xueyi wants Young Master Shen." Xueyi stepped forward and looked at him, looking forward to her autumn eyes, believing that no man would be willing to refuse.

Shen Miaoping thought that I know who you are and why I want to write you a poem. He took a step back and avoided the other person’s sight by pouring the wine. Who knows that he just glanced casually and found that there was a name sitting in the corner. The familiar man couldn't help but squinted his eyes----

Xie Yuzhi?

Why is he here? Whoring a woman? Still come to catch yourself?

Xie Yuzhi's five senses are keen, and he naturally noticed Shen Miaoping's sight. The two of them faced each other. He suddenly felt flustered when he was caught doing something wrong. He couldn't help but clenched his fist and coughed slightly, lowering his head slowly. After raising his eyes again, Shen Miaoping had already retracted his gaze.

I don’t know if it was stimulated by Xueyi’s performance. Liu Zhenhu didn’t even bother to make face-saving efforts. He raised his finger to Shen Miaoping and said, "How can I compare with you? See whose poems are better. Snow-clothed girl is happy. If you lose, you will crawl on the ground three times to learn how to bark a dog. If I lose, it is up to you!"

Xie Yuzhi's face was stunned when he heard the words, and he squinted the end of his eyes calmly, and softly ordered something to the servant beside him, and the other party quickly quietly got up and left the Chunxiao Tower.

Shen Miaoping smiled and squinted: "Let me take care of it? What kind of treatment? If I let you die, will you go?"

When Liu Zhenhu concluded his words, he realized what he had just said.

But of course Shen Miaoping wouldn't let Liu Zhenhu die, otherwise Wu'anhou would have to come first, but it would be a pity that he didn't eat the fat in his mouth.

"Why not, if you lose, I won't do anything to you. How about we bet 7,000 coins?"