He said this.

The young men next to him started making noises.

"Yeah, don't leave?"

"Haha! It's not a shame to lose to Mr. Du. After all, he paid for it. Compared with it, what are your poor poems?"

"Huh! Fang Erlang, a master of poetry and poetry, is nothing more than that."

"Fang Yiai's sign is not working well!"

…

The hall was quiet at this time.

Everyone looked at Fang Ying standing there silently, accepting the cynicism of the playboys, and suddenly felt an indescribable discomfort in their hearts.

Heroes and beauties.

This is the result that people like to see.

Who is he, Du He? He has talent but not talent, he wants reputation but not fame, and he is so aggressive towards Fang Erlang, who is famous in Chang'an, just because he has some bad money...

The poetry of the prosperous times.

That unique and independent moving chapter.

It can’t even compare to a few taels of silver?

If money rules the roost and you can do whatever you want with money, will this Tang Dynasty still be the Tang Dynasty in people’s minds?

Just then.

The maid just now ran down from the second floor, walked up to everyone, and said, "Mr. Du, the oiran lady invites you."

Buzz…

There was an uproar in the whole place.

People looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief, with undisguised disappointment on their faces.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Du He laughed wildly, raised his lips, and said with a proud look on his face: "Fang Erlang, you lose."

If you lose, you lose.

At worst, I'll go next door to find Shishi.

...Spending two thousand dollars to find someone to chat with, how stupid can one be to do such a crazy thing?

Fang Ying didn't care at all.

But when the play reaches this point, you have to establish a personality, right?

"Master Du, you win."

Fang Ying turned his eyes to the maid and said with his hands behind his back:

"Tell your lady, Mr. Fang is poor, how dare he enter the prosperous world, and how dare he mislead a beautiful woman..."

"Someone's room has been cancelled..."

As soon as this statement came out.

The image of the affectionate young master emerges vividly in the world.

The maid's eyes immediately turned red and she bit her lip: "Master Fang——"

Mother Lin also had a complicated look on her face. She mustered up her courage and whispered: "Master Fang, if you don't mind me, I'm willing to serve you. I guarantee you will be a god for one night."

Ah this...

Fang Ying was a little excited.

At the same time, the machine also moved a little.

Mother Lin's charm is still there. She is in her thirties, which is the age when she is delicious and juicy. She must have unlimited charm and skills on the bed.

Spend a night with it.

I can really feel the feeling of being a god.

Should I stay? Or should I stay? Or should I stay?

Just when he was hesitating, a voice suddenly came from upstairs:

"Master Fang, please stay!"

Everyone looked up.

Only another maid ran down from upstairs and gave Fang Ying a gift:

"Fang Erlang, the oiran lady has changed her mind and invites you to come and have a talk in the room."

There was a loud bang.

It's like someone pressed the pause button.

The scene became completely quiet.

The young masters who were gloating just now all shut their mouths.

Du He's arrogance was also stuck on his face, his eyes widened, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

"good!"

"As the saying goes, only Fang Erlang is worthy of Miss Xue'er!"

"The oiran lady has good taste!"

Everyone clapped their hands and applauded.

The melancholy atmosphere in the hall was swept away.

Only Mother Lin looked disappointed. She could tell that Fang Erlang was obviously moved just now.

Fang Ying chuckled.

He passed by Du He and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Du, I accept the offer."

"This...this is impossible!"

Du He's face turned red and he yelled angrily: "I obviously spent money, but Fang Yiai didn't even give out half a copper, why should I let him in?!"

The maid who came later quickly explained: "Master Du, please calm down. I don't know why the lady suddenly changed her mind."

Du He yelled angrily like he was crazy: "Asshole! How dare a mere brothel girl refuse this young master? Who gave her the courage!"

As he spoke, he rushed upstairs.

However, the next moment, the light in front of his eyes went dark, and a burly figure was already standing in front of him.

Fang Ying looked at him condescendingly and said coldly: "Du He, can't you afford it?"

Feeling quite oppressive.

Du Laoer felt like being poured down by a basin of cold water.

The Fang Erlang in front of him was no ordinary second-generation official, but a real man who had actually seen blood in his hands.

Du He's face was extremely ugly. He stared at Fang Ying viciously for a moment and shouted angrily: "Let's go!"

Say it.

He took several young men and left angrily.

...Haha, good going. If it weren't for you, I really don't know how to refuse the prince's invitation... Fang Ying looked at Du He's back and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

From beginning to end.

He is all acting.

When Du He provoked, Fang Ying was ready to play jealousy... The result was obviously good, Du Laoer cooperated very well.

…Your men are robbing me of women.

Do you still want me to go to the Chongxian Hall of the East Palace?

Go ahead and dream, Thief Sun!

Fang Ying turned around gracefully, and under the guidance of the maid, he went up to the second floor and entered the oiran's room.

As soon as you enter the door.

I smelled a light and elegant aroma.

The furnishings in the house are not reduced to vulgarity, and there is a sense of elegance everywhere, with a translucent screen placed in the center.

A beautiful shadow.

Then he sat down behind the screen.

Fang Ying was about to walk in when he heard the woman behind the screen speak: "Mr. Fang, please sit there."
To be continued...