Chapter 53: Fried hair

Although Yan Yu admired Qin Jiu's courage, he felt that Qin Jiu had lost the bet. In terms of betting, no matter what or how to bet, he has never lost, unless he loses voluntarily. However, the enchanting smile on Qin Jiu's face made him a little wary, and he didn't know what moth Qin Jiu would produce by then.
He curled his lips and smiled, and a faint light flashed in Leng Xifeng's eyes. He reached out and touched the wine bottle in front of him and directly touched the bottle on the side.
Who knows, surprisingly, I touched a void.
He lowered his head and squinted his eyes, only to realize that the hip flask had been moved sometime.
The little parrot with yellow hair, white feathers and red beak put his head in the jug at some time and was drinking.
Yan Yu's outstretched hand froze suddenly, and his sword eyebrows were raised. He had never seen such a nasty bird, and actually stole his wine. Seeing that it is a flat-haired beast, he does not care about it, it is getting more and more energetic.
Yan Yujian raised his eyebrows, his phoenix eyes narrowed, and waves surged in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the yellow hair out of the flask.
Huang Mao was obviously a little drunk. He shook his head. Hei Dou's eyes stared at Yan Yu and said, "Beauty! Beauty is here for a drink." Although he was drunk, the little parrot had a clear speech, and he said clearly. Extremely loud.
With a "pounce", a maid waiting behind her couldn't help but laughed.
Panxin covered her lips with her sleeves, her eyes flowed, staring at the roof, but she was obviously holding back a smile.
Lan She only hooked the corners of her lips.
Yan Yu stared with anger. If he was also a bird, it is estimated that the hair all over his body would explode.
"What a parrot, he dared to drink my king's wine secretly, to see if my king doesn't pluck your hair today." Yan Yu said, he went to pluck the yellow feathers on his head, these yellow feathers looked at It's too dazzling.
Qin Jiu was startled, and said hurriedly: "No!"
But it seemed to be too late. The few yellow hairs on the yellow hair were plucked out of two.
Qin Jiu sighed and looked at Yan Yu sympathetically. She had reminded him, and she was not to blame. The few yellow feathers on the head of the yellow hair are the reverse scales of the yellow hair. If anyone touches it, there will be no good fruit. Besides, it is now drunk again.
Sure enough, Huang Mao was agitated, looking down at the few yellow feathers that had fallen from her body, the hair all over her body suddenly exploded.
The gentle and lovely little parrot instantly transformed into a ferocious hawk, and a sharp gloom flashed in the black bean's eyes.
Yan Yu noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly withdrew his hand that was going to be plucked, secretly crying out. Suddenly a white shadow flashed in front of him, and the distance was too close. He hurriedly tilted his head and closed his eyes, but it seemed that it was late, and only felt a sting in the corner of his eye.
Yan Yu snorted coldly, squinted, and reached out to grab Huang Mao's neck. But he didn't want the little bird to be very slippery, but with a flutter, it rushed to his back, as if he was still unwilling, and wanted to scratch his back again.
Qin Jiu could see clearly, knowing that Huang Mao was making trouble, as if he was dead. With a flick of my finger, several red threads flew out, like a woven net, which wrapped the yellow hair and pulled it back.
Huang Mao was not reconciled yet, struggling in Qin Jiu's arms. Qin Jiu leaned over and put the yellow feathers that had fallen on the tabletop and was pulled by Yan Yu into its paws. Huang Mao looked at the two yellow feathers, and then he calmed down, and black beans' eyes shone with a sad gloom.
Yan Yu was a little stunned. It seemed that he and this little parrot's Liangzi had settled down.
This witch’s little pet is just like the witch, not easy to mess with!
If he wants to really deal with this demon girl, he has to find a way to stop this little guy.
Yan Yu glanced at Qin Jiu obliquely, and stretched out his hand to touch, but his hand was actually stained with blood.
Panxin and Lan She didn't dare to laugh anymore, their faces turned white, they hurriedly got up and walked in front of Yan Yu, and asked worriedly, "Master, are you okay!"
Yan Yuxie narrowed his eyes and said, "I can't die."
Panxin took out the white handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped it on the scar at the corner of Yan Yu's eye, her black eyes filled with worry.
Qin Jiu blinked and saw that Yan Yu's face was not good, but he didn't seem to be killing him, so he smiled and joked: "My lord, my little parrot loves the lord so much, so I put a poke in the corner of the lord's eye. This is what I like, don't grab anyone. You see, there is one right out of my eye, and she can cover it!"
Panxin was amused by Qin Jiu's words again, and hurriedly echoed: "Yes, Jiuye didn't say I haven't noticed yet! Jiuye's poke is pretty pretty."
Yan Yu took the wine cup handed over by the maid, took a sip of the wine, raised his eyebrows and looked at the mole at the corner of Qin Jiu's eye, sneered: "What poke, are you a mole?"
Qin Jiu covered his lips and smiled: "It's really a poke!"
But it's not just yellow hair.
"Brother Lan, the guests downstairs can't wait, the hour has come, and Mama Cui will let you over!" A little girl came over to preach.
Yan Yu snorted lightly, glanced at Qin Jiu, and said, "Go down first, and this king will tidy up your clothes. Remember the bet you just made!" As he said, he patted Lan She on the shoulder, covering the corners of his eyes. Away.
The lights and shadows in the lobby on the first floor are faint.
The ribbons are fluttering.
Qin Jiu sat in the most conspicuous seat in the middle, a light rose-colored gown that was extremely gorgeous under the light. Huang Mao snuggled in her arms, seemingly still sad.
Qin Jiu patted its head and smiled and said, "Who asked you to provoke this demon? It's better to be plucked with two hairs." Huang Mao was so sad that he didn't want to speak, just holding two yellow feathers in a daze.
At this moment, on the stage where Yan Yu was singing, a tortoise slave dressed as a clown jumped onto the stage and said with a smile: "Welcome everyone to come to Wuyouju. Today is our Wuyou Ju Lanshe. A good day for the son. If there is any master who likes our son Lanshe, as long as you can win his favor, you can become the guest of the curtain."
In every brothel, there are always a few young men who do not sell themselves. This is actually just a trick of the brothel, but it is just to catch the benefactors who want to try new things.
Wuyouju is no exception.
Male prostitutes are generally not as popular as female prostitutes in brothels, but there are very few male brothels, some brothels are not available, and Wuyouju has only a few. And Lan She is still a young woman, and she is known for her good voice. Therefore, many people want to get Lan She.
As soon as the turtle slave spoke, many people applauded in response.
"Go down, ask Lang to come on stage!" someone shouted.
Turtle slave smiled and said: "Don't worry, everyone, please come to the stage for Lang!" As he said, he shouted in a high voice, "Lan She!"
I heard someone responding behind the scenes: "Don't urge this not to come?"
This sound sounds so pleasing to the ear, it can be seen that it can only be obtained through hard training. Qin Jiu could hear the sound of the sounds of nature that had just sung the tune. He had worked hard.
The red silk curtain was pulled open, and Qin Jiu watched as he walked out of Lan She, only feeling a little fuzzy in front of her eyes. She seemed to see the young man crying in the palace.
At that time, his name was not Lan She, but Lan Ting.
At that time, she was not Qin Jiu, she was the female shangshu who assisted the White Queen, and the official position was equal to that of the foreign dynasty.