Zhang Bin still does not understand what the good play is, because the meaning of Bi Maokang is obviously to take him, which excludes the possibility of meat play, in the green building, in addition to the meat play, what kind of play can make Bi Maokang so excited?

Just when Zhang Bin did not know how to feel, a turtle came forward and nodded and said, "Two guest officers, sincere, wine and vegetables totaled two or eight yuan."

Zhang Bin and Bi Yukang heard the words, almost at the same time into the arms, ready to pay the bill, but Zhang Bin hand faster, he quickly pulled out a piece of three or two pieces of broken silver in the hands of the tortoise, and then waved: "Take it, do not look for it."

The tortoise naturally went away with thanks, but Bi Maukang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Sage, when you were asked to invite you, it was only a joke, why should you be so serious?"

Zhang Bin sprinkled with a smile: "Brother Meng Hou, I have told you that my mother is from the Shang Jia House, my third brother and fourth brother are doing business, and the money is not good for me, as long as Brother Meng Hou plays with the sex, it doesn't matter every day."

Bi Maukang heard the words, sprinkled: "Well, my little thin harvest is indeed not as good as the wise brother's house to fight for gold, for the brother will not be affectionate."

At this time, the red card girls on the second floor have all left, no one on the stage has been singing, the downstairs those guests have also begun to walk to the backyard, upstairs and downstairs are slowly quiet, only the second floor of the table in the table of a few people in the room.

After a while, more than a dozen turtles ran to the second floor one after another, respectfully went to the tables, nodded and said something, and soon, the guests on the second floor got up, followed the back of these turtles, and went downstairs.

When Zhang Bin was just looking at the spectacle, a turtle led two guests to their table and respectfully said, "Two guest officers, Wanjun girl has a request."

He smiled and stood up, and motioned for Zhang Bin to follow.

Zhang Bin followed behind a few people, went down to the second floor, through the lobby, and walked from the back door next to the theater to the back yard.

There is still an embroidery building behind it, but it is not a whole hall like the one in front, but it is divided into many small rooms.

At this time, the indescribable groan and shouting had sounded in the small room, as if countless men and women were fighting in it.

Zhang Binton felt warm, some places have been moved, but he soon put this impulse down, too impulsive but not good, after all, he really want to do something with the young woman.

The tortoise did not take them into the embroidery building, but took them around from the side of the trail and came to the deepest part of the whole Meixiang courtyard.

Here, already close to the Qinhuai River, the cool night wind obviously with the breath of the river water, a delicate embroidery building standing next to the river, the room is not much, the two floors are also about ten times, it seems that the room inside should be very large.

At this time, the turtle took Zhang Bin and other four people to the first door of the first room on the left of the first floor, and gently knocked on the door of the room.

The door quickly opened, and a dressed-in old tactful standing at the door respectfully, stooping and stumbling and saying, "Gentlemen, please come in."

Zhang Bin followed the three people slowly into the room, facing is a small hall, four clear little lings stand in the middle, two tables on both sides, and then a thin red yarn blocking the portal, it is obvious that this room is not a single room, but a suite.

This thin red yarn is the so-called "screen", inside should be Li Wanjun's den, tonight, who can become the guest of the curtain?

Under the warm greeting of the old man, the four people knelt on their knees, Zhang Bin and Bi Wei Kang sat on the left hand side, and the other two young scribes sat on the right hand side.

At this time, Zhang Bin finally understood, no wonder that every red card girl will not reward more than four people, their rooms should be similar, outside the small hall on the four tables, no more can sit down.

This table is a bit like the table used in the exam, and even neatly placed on the four treasures of the vernacular, if you do not know that you are in the green building, Zhang Bin will think that this is to participate in some kind of exam.

As soon as the four people sat down, the four tycoats began to put tea and poured wine, and put a pot of hot tea on each table, a bottle of water wine and a plate of five-scented peanuts, and after these, the four tyrants each chose a table to kneel and sit down next to each other, and the old felined was politely saying: "Gentlemen, please slow down."

Then turn around and leave.

At this time, the tulle suddenly sounded Li Wanjun's delicate voice: "Thank you to the love of your masters, come to the slave family, thank you."

Zhang Bin looked up, behind the thin red yarn, Li Wanjun is bending over to salute, in the dim light, hidden to see his blood-speaked body, she should be wearing something similar to a kind of ajatry, the body is not very strict, looks looming, very attractive.

In addition to Zhang Bin, the other three people in the room are showing their soul and appearance, and the throat knots are rolling frequently.

Li Wanjun naturally can not entertain the four people at once, certainly have to choose a person to spend the evening together, how to choose this person?

She then said: "Slaves have no other hobbies, only love painting, now want to find a sound, study painting skills together, but also ask you not to give advice."The slave family plays a song here to help you all."

She sat down on her knees at the table behind her, raised her hand, and played.

There are four people out there, different looks.

Bi was confident to lift the pen, took out a blank piece of paper, thought a little, and drew up.

On the other side, one is not willing to show weakness, drawing a pen, the other is scratching the ears, a painful expression.

Zhang Bin was not in a hurry to move the pen, because he wanted to let Bie Wei Kang.

From this Li Wanjun's tone can be heard, who painted well, she studied with whom, the study bed technology seems to be secondary, she mainly still wants to study painting skills.

At this time, the famous prostitutes of the young building are not only by face, in order to cater to the appetite of the so-called talents, they will choose a study in the chess calligraphy or poetry talent, and their fame depends on these things to start.

For example, Ma Xianglan, her long is not very outstanding, but her painting skills are quite outstanding, her paintings are even regarded by many people as treasures collection, many people come from the talent, and most of them are identity, educated genteel, its reputation is loud, you can imagine.

Red face is easy to old, only the best work can be passed on, it seems that this Li Wanjun also wants to become a Ma Xianglan-style figure, she threw her eyes at herself in front, obviously on her own intention, but here, she still chose to enter the scene with painting skills, it can be seen that she is pursuing or fame.

Zhang Bin naturally wanted Bi to win, after all, he did not have any feelings for this Li Wanjun, and Bi was quite interested in the look.

However, he does not yet know what Bi Maukang's painting skills are, after all, he has practiced, and if he is accidentally compared to it, it will be embarrassing.

He thought for a moment, and finally remembered that in front of him, the wine woman had said that Bi was good at painting landscape paintings.

This landscape painting has not practiced itself, his main practice is to paint flowers, , then paint landscape painting.