Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

Cheng Ling really did not expect that when he was the master bookkeeper in Yongzhou, he did not drink flower wine. When he arrived in the capital and became the emperor's secretary, he was actually dragged to the brothel by his colleagues.

Cheng Lang, Cheng Lang, do you still remember that you were originally a female Jiao'e, not a real man?

Oh, do you remember so what? When things came to an end, Cheng Ling had no choice but to bite the bullet and break through the hole.

At least she can't run away timidly at the door of the brothel. My colleagues brought her to the brothel today, but they didn't really come here just for drinking. Everyone made it clear that they wanted to stretch her!

Let’s just get to know the talented women in ancient brothels. After all, there is a law in the state of Wei that prohibits officials from engaging in prostitutes—

The prohibition mentioned here is mainly to prohibit officials from staying overnight in the brothel. If you do not stay overnight, you just talk to the famous prostitutes, admire the moon, drink and sing poetry, that is not called prostitutes, that is called Fengya.

What's more, if you can invite the officials of the secretariat to go there, it must be an elegant place, which is legal and compliant.

In this way, Cheng Ling has done enough psychological construction, and finally stepped into this beautiful flower by the Luoshui River.

Shenjing, Luohe, ten miles of spring breeze.

It was a hot wave of greasy, fragrant powder, red lights hanging high in the garden, water sleeves and green shirts snuggling up to whisper, laughter. Obviously, the evening breeze in early May still brings some coolness, but if you enter here, even if the cool breeze has faith, it will definitely be the same as the light, and it will be warm.

Colleagues no longer call each other official positions. They are all affectionate and warm. One is called Brother Cheng, the other is called Brother Zhang, and some even call them by their first names.

Cheng Ling was a little stiff. Lang Weng Xian, the secretary in charge of leading her, put his hand around her shoulder and said with a smile, "Brother Cheng has never been to this realm before?"

Cheng Ling: ...hehe.

Weng Xian should be thankful, because the moment he stretched out his arms to embrace Cheng Ling, he almost aroused Cheng Ling's true qi to spontaneously counterattack.

As far as Weng Xian's small physique is concerned, Cheng Ling's infuriating qi really will shake his upper body, and he will be disabled if he is kept.

Cheng Ling took Weng Xian's arm off his shoulders naturally and firmly, and replied with a smile, "My little brother is younger, and my mother used to be strict."

Weng Xian laughed: "Well now, Brother Cheng has a career in Beijing. If you want to come to Auntie, it's not easy to take care of you anymore, right?"

Cheng Ling smiled in response.

Weng Xian introduced enthusiastically: "Shili Chunfeng chose the oiran tonight, Brother Cheng, come here, let's go here."

Shili Chunfeng is not just a small courtyard, but a large garden composed of multiple courtyards.

The garden is located on the banks of the Luoshui River. After everyone entered the garden, there was a lady in front of the garden to lead the way. The charming bustard twisted his waist and spoke to the most familiar one in the group.

"Liu Lang has half a month in the future, I really want to die!"

The short-bearded Master Liu was Cheng Ling's Shangguan. Of course, it was not Master Liang, the largest secretary in the secretariat's office, but Liu Xulin, the fourth-rank secretary.

The secretary and supervisor Liang Kai is in the third rank, and he can be regarded as a high-ranking official in Beijing.

Liu Xulin was different. He had much closer contact with his subordinate officials. Cheng Ling came a few days ago, and he took the initiative to invite guests and take everyone to taste the drunk fairy brew.

Today, with Liu Xulin, there are three secretaries and two books.

There were six people in the group, accounting for about half of the secretariat officials.

The lower scribes were not of rank, and although they were doing business, most of the officials with rank would not interact with them.

Liu Xulin was usually serious when he was in the official office, but in the spring breeze of ten miles, he was leaned on by the bustard, but he instantly seemed to have changed his personality.

He rubbed his hand on Hua Niang's cheek, and laughed while saying, "Miss me? Then come, let me take a look at your husband, what do you think?"

Behind, Cheng Ling frowned slightly.

It's almost impossible to look directly at the word "Lang Jun", Liu Xulin has a lot of beard, and the head of the family is afraid that he has a granddaughter.

At this point, Cheng Ling has already faintly regretted it, and she should probably leave at that time!

Even if it is a test from a colleague, so what? She is afraid of a ball!

Shili Chunfeng's oiran field is not only poetic and romantic.

After turning the flower path and walking past the pavilion, I suddenly saw a long river in front of me, like a jade belt, meandering in the brightly lit world.

There were boats everywhere on the river, and there were crowds of people on the banks of the river.

There is a lot of fluff, there are beauties singing and dancing, and there are shouts and cheers, and explicit jokes.

What elegant place?

When they arrive at this kind of land, some people are exposed and let go.

Hua Niang was next to Liu Xulin, clapped her palms, and a group of low-cut, silk-shouldered maids came carrying flower baskets.

"Liu Lang, choose an oiran today, a peach blossom for one tael of silver, a begonia five taels of silver, and a peony for ten taels of silver." Hua Niang covered her mouth, winked, and the makeup on her face was almost powdered. All rustling down, "Let's stick to the old rules, the one who has to spend the most is the oiran tonight!"

Liu Xulin laughed loudly, then reached out and wiped a handful of Hua Niang's greasy face, and said, "I will come here with ten begonias and ten peonies. You cheap maid, why do you miss me? You are clearly staring at me. With a money bag from a certain family!"

Liu Xulin vulgarly scolded Hua Niang, but "Kang's relief".

But after a while, he had a flower basket in his hand, and the flower basket contained ten begonias and ten peonies.

The jacquard maids walked up to the rest of the secretariat officials, and the other officials also unbuttoned their purses to buy flowers.

On such occasions, who would have the nerve not to buy it?

Even though Liu Xulin said before he came out that he wanted to treat guests, in the current situation, everyone could only pay for it out of their own pockets.

how? To buy a bouquet of flowers, do you still need Shangguan to pay?

Standing in front of Cheng Ling, Weng Xian bought ten begonias and ten peach blossoms with a smile.

You can't go beyond Shangguan, and you can't be too shabby. There is also learning here!

When it was Cheng Ling's turn, Cheng Ling didn't move for a moment.

She knew that she couldn't be stingy at this time, so she should also learn from Weng Xian, or buy the same amount of flowers of the same grade with him, or a little less than him, in short, she had to show some meaning.

As long as she doesn't hesitate to take action today, then she will be on the Dao and can initially integrate into this small group. If nothing else, at least it should be no problem to be friends with colleagues.

But, but—

Cheng Ling is not stingy, she is never stingy, she just suddenly felt a little stuck in her heart.

One tael of silver can buy at least ten buckets of rice, and this is still in the case of soaring prices... Otherwise, one tael of silver can buy twenty buckets of rice!

But in the ten-mile spring breeze, a tael of silver is only enough to buy a peach blossom. Should it be said that this is the most famous gold-selling cave in Shenjing, or should it be said that the joys and sorrows of human beings are never connected?

Just as the poet of the Southern Song Dynasty sighed: Outside the mountain, the building outside the Qingshan Building, when will the singing and dancing of the West Lake stop. The warm wind makes tourists drunk, making Hangzhou a Bianzhou!

Seven or eight out of ten misery in the world, some people are struggling in the war, and some people are leaning over to pick up grain in the mud.

It's not that you can't enjoy being a person, you've struggled, and you're in a high position, but there should be a bottom line and a measure.

Do you have to rely on this method to cater to Shangguan?

Cheng Ling raised his hand slightly...