"Shi Gu Gong, how does it feel?"

Fang Erlang, who had a vulgar head, glanced at Yan Zhuan. When he opened his mouth, he was a candied fig stuffed into his mouth by the little girl exposed in her clothes.

In this situation, Fang Jun raised one leg on the other leg, and was covered with a large white velvet blanket. He was lying in a recliner with a steel skeleton cushioned recliner. If the room had not burned the stove and had several doors separated, the room would not have leaked out any heat in the room, otherwise he would feel cold just by looking at this.

"Erlang's posture is so heroic and domineering..."

The girls who served Fang Jun often said slutty words to tease him. Although there were frequent rumors in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, thinking about Zhang Dalang in Pingkangfang, Chang'an, how could Zhang Dalang get to Fang Erlang in front of him?

Which of the famous prostitutes in the capital has a bad family? After committing an official position, they must be famous. As long as they are not seeking death, any bitch who is ready to make money in a lowly industry has two emotional intelligence and IQ, but the Tang Empire did not give them the opportunity to lay off and re-employed.

Once you enter the Marquis’ Party, it is as deep as the sea, but no matter how deep it is, it can be deeper than the prostitute?

Some sister from Yangzhou used to play the trick of "selling skills but not selling herself" earlier. A silver spear bully in Beijing said: I don't want to give money and don't give me money. Isn't this a seller?

Which one is the reason for this?

The little overlords in Beijing shouted: What’s the reason for Cheng Sanlang in Chang'an back then! Have you heard of Cheng Lixue's Sect? Are Cheng Lixue afraid?

These two allusions, one is slutty and the other is as fierce as a dog. The emotional intelligence training of the young and middle-aged overlords in Beijing starts with these two allusions. As for whether outsiders understand it? Didn’t you see that there is also Cheng Sanlang’s senior, Fang Erlang?

Fang Jun likes and enjoys the feeling of "no tigers in the mountains and monkeys called kings", which is so exciting. In the brothel, Fang Erlang feels that he is the king of prostitutes and an invincible existence.

Accompanied by the gang of girls, Fang Jun laughed, took out a handful of silver coins and continued to "spread coins", and whispered aloud on his cotton slippers on his toes: "I call this posture "crossing my legs". What do you guys think?"

"'Er crossed the legs'?! Hehe, it's really appropriate and unique. Others must have thought of Erlang when they use this posture."

"I want to sit on the 'Er Cross the Legs', but I don't know if Erlang agrees?"

When Fang Erlang heard this, he untied the white velvet blanket and said with a lewd smile: "What do you agree or not? Since the lady wants to sit up, what else can I say? Let's see if someone changes, Miss Bao is satisfied."

After saying that, he didn't care that there was an old man in the sixties lying in the room. He pointed at a piece of meat exposed to the air and said, "Look at someone who used a trick!"

"Big! Big! Big! Big! Big..."

Accompanied by Fang Erlang's "curse", Yan Zhuan suddenly had a dead fish eye. He finally knew why he had fallen, and he fell so thoroughly.

This fucking son Fang Xuanling is just a fool!

"Hahahaha... Erlang's trick is extremely powerful, even more powerful than the Great Sage. I heard Nanli tell the legendary Chopa tell a story about subduing demons and eliminating demons. It's so amazing that the golden cudgel is not as good as the sisters... "

"With Erlang having the golden cudgel, is he going to subdue demons?"

The ladies suddenly felt energetic, either teasing or seducing, and they didn't care that the 60-year-old man was still lying there and tiring up his body. The whole room was filled with an atmosphere of making Yan Zhuan beg for mercy.

“…”

Yan Zhuo wanted to go back in time, and rushed to the moment he broke into the door and pretended, and then slapped himself eighteen times in the face, making him unable to speak.

It’s a lot of money to calculate, and my reputation is missing in the second hand of the house. This is a damn thing!

I have written articles for the Emperor for decades. Not only is the Yan family tradition in Wannian County, it is also worthwhile. But if you think about this situation, you can know that Yan is completely reused by relying on "learning".

Yan Zhun was secretly sad, but Fang Jun yelled: "Fairy! Where can I go! Eat my old grandson... Old house is a blow!"

“…”

For a moment, Yan Zhun really wanted Fang Xuanling to listen to it, how the hell did you teach such a top-notch guy? And he also "take a blow to my old house"? Who is the old house?

"Grandpa Erlang spares his life. I am willing to be punished, just to save my life..."

"You fairy, I heard that you have changed. I don't know how many heroes and heroes you have harmed, how can you disturb you!"

"Grandpa, I am just good at oral skills in Beijing and never harms people's lives."

"Oh? How do you believe me when you say this? Does it make sense?"

"Some, some, grandpa restrained his stick. When I see my family performing my oral skills, I will know that my oral skills will definitely hurt my life..."

"Play it quickly!"

The man and woman there were about to do something, but Yan Zhuo couldn't stand it anymore. He was originally pretending to be sleeping, so he just wanted to take a break and calm down his spirits. But at this time, how could he continue to pretend? He immediately "sit up in a dying illness", slapped the warm bed and sat up and shouted: "Stop... Stop!"

"Shi Gong Gu, I think you, a wise man of the world, aren't very powerful? Why? You can't control yourself anymore?"

After saying that, Fang Jun turned around and sat back on the recliner. With a move of his hand, a young lady came over and leaned over his lower body, wrapped the white velvet blanket again, covering up the person's lower body.

However, Yan Zhun's face twitched, and he saw a beauty under the white velvet blanket engaging in a "verbal dispute", but he couldn't say anything.

"Shi Gu Gong? Why don't you say anything again?"

When Fang Jun saw it, he was immediately annoyed and pretended to lift the white velvet blanket. Yan Zhuan immediately shouted: "Fang Jun! How are you going?"

"Oh, can you speak? Master Gu, I don't have any quirks, but I prefer an old man in his sixties to watch and act. Hiss...hehe!"

Suddenly, Fang Yiai's expression was quite complicated. After his eyes widened, he recovered and continued, "Shi Gu Gong, since you found someone and Feng Laoer, you probably didn't design a fat man to see me. If you have any thoughts, please tell me to see if someone can accept it."

"you!"

At this moment, Yan Zhun was really convinced that he had fallen, and he was not wronged.

Where is the idiot who deserves these few words from Fang Yiai?

At this time, Yan Zhuan recalled the old Chang'an boy, why was Fang Erlang also a family in the east of the city of the "Zhongyi Society"?

"Fang Erlang, I only ask you, Jiangxi provinces, can you speak?"

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Ha..."

With a trembling trembling, everything became boring. Fang Yiai waved his hand and a group of girls immediately retreated automatically. Naturally, a beautiful head emerged from under the white velvet blanket.

The beauty swallowed with a "gurgle", wiping the corners of her mouth while slowly regressing, but she didn't have any clingy posture at all.

"Jiangxi? My Lord, Governor of Jiangxi, and my president, Jiang Han, observe, do you think I can speak?"

Fang Yiai, who was limping in the reclining chair, was not concealed at all at this moment, and his temperament was very different from usual.

"President? Which...well?!"

At this time, all kinds of things and memories were weaving, and Yan Zhuan suddenly realized his reaction, and his fingers trembled at Fang Yiai again, "You... have you actually been in contact?"

"Tsk."
Chapter completed!