Every Generation Has Talents
The brothel madame quickly called over Mr. Turtle and asked him to prepare a clean private room. She also called a young girl over and instructed her to serve Zhan Ji well.
"Young Master, please follow me."
The little girl said in a low voice. She lowered her head and did not dare to look into Zhan Ji's eyes.
Although Zhan Ji wasn't an experienced womanizer, he could tell that this girl was still a virgin.
Moreover, he was handsome and shy, making people unable to help but hold him in their hands.
"This brothel madame really thinks of me as a rich man. She's even willing to contribute such a little girl!”Zhan Ji thought to himself.
In fact, he had misunderstood the brothel madame. This little girl had not yet reached the age of puberty, so she was only here for Zhan Ji's entertainment, not to sleep with him.
He gently pushed open the door of the private room and the two of them sat on both sides of the table. For a moment, they were a little embarrassed.
The dishes were quickly served. The little girl bit her lip.
"Young Master, why don't Qingxiu sing a little song for you?”
She forced a smile and said to Zhan Ji.
"Did Master come to the brothel to listen to music?”
Zhan Ji revealed an evil smile.
The little girl was shocked.
"Master, I haven't reached adulthood yet. I'm not selling my body!”
Only then did Zhan Ji realize that he had misunderstood. However, he was not an animal. He could not bear to lay his hands on a little girl who was only fourteen years old.
The atmosphere instantly became awkward.
Qing Xiu looked at Zhan Ji in fear. She raised her wine glass and said gently,""Then, how about this humble servant toasts Young Master?”
Zhan Ji was a little bored.
Taking the wine glass, Zhan Ji knocked the little girl out with a backhand palm.
He casually picked up a few mouthfuls of food and spilled some wine on the girl.
Then, he carried the girl to the bed and covered her with the blanket. Then, he sat by the window and waited quietly.
"Grand Preceptor Hua, you're finally here ~" Zhan Ji's ears twitched as the brothel keeper outside the window said sweetly.
He dripped some saliva on it and poked a small hole in the window paper.
Through the small hole, one could vaguely see Grand Preceptor Hua, who was escorted by the Martial Scholar and several servants to the second floor.
Many scantily dressed girls surrounded Grand Preceptor Hua, all of them coquettishly looking at him.
"Grand Preceptor Hua, are you on the second or fourth floor today?”
The brothel madame took the silver from Grand Preceptor Hua and said with a smile.
"Ahem."
Grand Preceptor Hua smiled as he glanced at the girls 'deep ravines. He coughed lightly and said seriously,""Fourth floor."
The fourth floor had an elegant environment, and there were many hired thugs patrolling. Ordinary people could not approach it casually.
If Grand Preceptor Hua went to the fourth floor, it would be much more troublesome for Zhan Ji to come into contact with him.
"Yes." Zhan Ji swept his gaze across the room, picked up the wine jug on the table, and splashed a lot of it on himself.
Immediately after, Zhan Ji circulated his Genuine Qi. As the mist rose, his clothes had already evaporated. He gulped down another two mouthfuls of wine and stumbled out of the room.
"Who is it?"
The servants felt a chill in their hearts, and their right hands subconsciously reached for the weapons at their waists.
Holding the wine pot in one hand, Zhan Ji staggered to the corridor and tripped by the stairs.
"He's just a drunkard. Don't be nervous.”Grand Preceptor Hua raised his hand slightly and said in a deep voice.
After all, he had once held a high position and had seen all kinds of storms. He naturally would not take a mere drunkard causing trouble to heart.
"Aiyo, Young Master, why did you drink so much?”
The brothel madame had just approached Zhan Ji when she felt the smell of alcohol assaulting her. She quickly covered her nose and waved at the hatchet man and Mr. Turtle." Come, quickly bring this young master back to his room to rest."”
"Young Master, please be busy."
A few thugs hurriedly went forward and helped Zhan Ji up. Who knew that Zhan Ji would wave his sleeve and push them all to the side.
"Li Du's poems have been passed down from generation to generation,"
Zhan Ji casually threw the wine pot on the ground and it broke into several pieces. He staggered toward Grand Preceptor Hua, his eyes staring straight at him, no different from a drunkard.
"It's not fresh anymore."
Zhan Ji sat on the ground with a silly smile. He raised his head and looked at Grand Preceptor Hua. He suddenly pulled the other party to the ground." Every generation has a talented person, and each has led the coquettish for hundreds of years!”He threw his head back and laughed loudly. His left hand slapped Grand Preceptor Hua fiercely, almost breaking his bones.
The servants and brothel thugs were shocked and hurriedly snatched Grand Preceptor Hua from Zhan Ji's hands.
Grand Preceptor Hua's face turned pale, and he almost fainted from Zhan Ji's slaps.
"Kid, are you looking for death?”
"Beat this brat to death!"
"You dare to offend the Grand Preceptor? Kid, have you lived enough?"
……………….
Seeing their master like this, all the servants were furious. They rolled up their sleeves and shouted to beat Zhan Ji up.
The Martial Scholar's expression was even more unfriendly. He raised his fist and was prepared to beat Zhan Ji up.
"Aiyo, my God, please calm down, Grand Preceptor Hua!”The brothel madame quickly begged for mercy on Zhan Ji's behalf.
"This young master has also drunk too much. You are a magnanimous person. Please don't take it to heart!”
"Wait!"
Grand Preceptor Hua frowned slightly and threw the brothel madame to the side.
He waved his hand, signaling for the Martial Scholar to leave.
Grand Preceptor Hua squatted in front of Zhan Ji and said in a deep voice,""Li Du's poems have been passed down from generation to generation. There are talented people from generation to generation, each leading the wind and rain for hundreds of years. What an arrogant tone. Young man, did you write this poem?”
"Yes, so what?" Zhan Ji reeked of alcohol.
The more he thought about this poem, the more he felt it was meaningful.
In addition to the great boldness of this poem, there was also some dissatisfaction with the government.
This emotion just happened to trigger his nerves from staying at home.
Thinking of this, Grand Preceptor Hua no longer had any desire. He straightened his clothes and said loudly,""Please follow me back to the residence."
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