Fang Xian felt very happy and felt moved when he was moved by the scene. He actually felt a literary youth, coughed and his throat was so good that he could show his women his culture-

Green mountain building outside the mountain,

When will the singing and dancing in West Lake end?

The warm wind makes tourists drunk!

"Brother Xian is a good poem!" Ling'er applauded and cheered, and she came out happily and had the best time to play.

Yuyan hummed softly, covered her face and said, "Uncle Xian, why don't you recite the last sentence?"

"What's the last sentence?" Fang Xian scratched his head and thought to himself, seemingly making a fool of himself.

Yu Yan sighed and said quietly: "The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they make Hangzhou Bianzhou... Alas..."

Fang Xian shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that the last sentence I forgot about is something I voluntarily, and it is not suitable for this situation."

Teacher Yu Yan didn't speak up and started the lecture: "Lin Sheng's "Lin'an Palace" was the core of the last sentence, which was suppressed first and then raised, and suddenly a sentence "Taking Hangzhou to Bianzhou" popped up, which severely criticized the Southern Song rulers who did not know how to be ambitious and only wanted comfort and enjoyment. But a thousand years have passed, and no one has mentioned the last two sentences. More people liked the first two sentences, and the description of the West Lake scene was indeed very insightful."

While chatting, the few people walked along the lakeside, buying some snacks and toys, and enjoying themselves.

Occasionally, when I met a silk shop, several women immediately became restless. Even Su Mei jumped out of Darba and followed her godmothers into the cloth shop.

Fang Xian and Darba Mumu stood at the door of the store, but decided not to follow in.

Fang Xian only felt that a cigarette was coming between the two men. Unfortunately, this was not popular here, so Darba sat side by side on the stone steps at the entrance of the cloth shop.

"Master, what are these women wearing? Why do they show so much thigh?"

"Chemao, come to such a place at night, how can you do not show off your figure!" Fang Xian was uncensored and quickly filtered the targets in front of him. Although the beauty in Hangzhou was exquisite and charming, he really didn't have any interest. Several wives had cultivated his divine concentration.

"Master... Why do I feel weird?" Darba didn't dare to look at the women's thighs again, and just blushed and lowered his head. "How can I recite the scriptures... I forgot after a long time, damn, damn..."

"Disciple, don't have to do this." Fang Xian patted his beloved disciple and pointed at all the thighs around him. "Wine and meat sausages pass by, the Buddha keeps it in his heart, just do good deeds, there is no need to be wronged."

"What Master taught me is that Darba has always been accustomed to wine and meat. These are these...not as simple as wine and meat, sin, sin."

"Hi." Fang Xian patted Darba again. "Good disciple, there is nothing new about this. It doesn't matter if you have eaten it and seen it. Which one do you like, Master will help you get it."

"I dare not... I dare..." Darba closed his eyes. The skills of Pure Yang Virgin, who had been in full swing for more than 30 years, are about to explode.

"Fuck, don't be so pedantic!" Fang Xian sneered, "I understand after coming twice. This is a chore, I'm afraid of a bird!"

"What did you say?" At this time, the voices of the ladies were decisively heard behind him.

Fang Xian swallowed and said in his heart that he had only had a legitimate way of doing things with Ling'er, and had only once before marriage with Yu Yan, and Yue Ru was even more unable to see or eat. Will this make them think that they are not good?

No! No! This is the fundamental majesty of a man in setting up a family and building a career, and he cannot be soft.

He jumped up and turned around and shouted, "My ladies, my disciple is not young anymore, look..."

As he was talking, he suddenly became stunned. Unexpectedly, he would become a princess in one second?

The three of them each chose a good cheongsam, one with bright red, one with light blue, and one with light green. The robes were decorated with silver spikes. With our appearance and figure, we came out hand in hand, which really made people's dog eyes shine.

"Brother Xian is beautiful?" Ling'er turned around and stuck out her little butt.

Fang Xian was stunned and suppressed the fire in his heart: "Ling'er, we have been so long, you are still so seductive!"

"Hmph." Yue Ru twisted.

Fang Xian covered his nose: "Madam, we are alone, we have been alone and widowed for so long, will we be able tonight?"

"Hmm?" Yu Yan smiled wickedly and gently lifted the corner of her skirt.

"I'm still a sarcastic person. Do you want me to be ugly?" Fang Xian covered his nose and cursed angrily.

At this moment, the sound of a trickle of water came from behind him.

Darba's eyes were hollow, and blood beads in his nostrils kept flowing and gushing.

"Master...Damn the disciple..."

Fang Xianmumu said: "It's not your fault. I can't stand it even if I have eaten it."

The third lady laughed and turned around to pay the bill.

When he came out, a white-haired old man came over to talk to him.

"Is this my first time here in West Lake?"

"Yes, uncle, do you have something to do?"

"Haha." The old man laughed, "If you want to have a good tour, Lao Yang can take you around."

"Yeah." Fang Xian thought that he would always miss something when he wandered around like this. Since a tour guide came to him, he might as well let him take it with him and play with everything he should play with. Then he threw out dozens of gold coins, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang lead the way."

The old man collected the money, looked at it with a smile, and asked, "You guys have gone a long way. Do we want to take a sedan chair or take a boat to enjoy the moon and listen to the piano on the lake?"

Fang Xian didn't care, so he asked a few ladies.

In the end, everyone unanimously chose to take a boat. It is a must for a boat tour when you arrive at West Lake.

Fang Xianzhi also knew that the ship was divided into specifications, so he asked the old man to find a larger ship, which required a singer and a drink.

The old man responded and took everyone to the small wharf. Several exquisite boats stopped here and waited for passengers. Fang Xian chose the largest one and helped the ladies up.

There was a boatman and a maid on the boat. The old man called a singer and then drove the boat.

Soon, the boat had already reached the lake, and a few girls leaned against the side of the boat and pointed, chirping, and were very happy.

Fang Xian and Darba were sitting at the small table, holding vinegar fish and drinking wine, and were also very happy.

He felt in a daze that this was the life he wanted, neither being embarrassed nor being domineering, being together is better than anything else.

A little drunkenness surged up, and Fang Xian started to talk about his disciple again: "Darba. How old are you this year?"

“35.”

"Fuck, ten years older than me..." Fang Xian smiled, "After going back, I will introduce a few girls to you. By the way, there are still Fang Ben, you should almost get married."

"The disciple only wants to be with the master, and the master's wife will pass by. There is no need to start a family! Besides, there is a Buddha..."

"The precepts you should break are broken. Buddha has long wanted you. Besides, you can't accompany your master after getting married? Can you take your mother Darba and little Darba to honor me!"

"So that..." Darba waved his finger, "If I got married, it was a family of Darba, and so many people respected his master, the master would be happier!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"You're so fucked!"

“…”

The two of them had a happy chat, and soon the wine in the pot came to an end. The maid came over to change to a new pot and asked by the way:

"Master, are we listening to the music?"

"Oh, by the way, there is also a performance." Fang Xian smiled, "This must be there. Do I need me to invite the lady?"

Fang Xian roughly knows the rules. Some powerful singers pay attention to their personal appearance. They cannot be invited by money. They have to visit the cottage three times.

"Haha... how long ago did that happen?" The maid covered her face and smiled. "The adults have inherited some of the demeanor of the former literati. It is rare."

"Haha." Fang Xian also laughed. He was thinking too much. "Then I'll ask the lady to come out and sing a song. I'll listen carefully."

"Yes, go here."

Soon, the maid led the woman half covered in her veil and walked up gently.

Fang Xian couldn't see the face of the singer clearly. He only felt that she was extremely thin and had a slightly sad temperament.

"Uncle Yang." Fang Xian felt a little dissatisfied and shouted.

The old man was chatting with the boatman at the bow of the boat. When he saw the boss calling him, he hurried into the cabin: "Master, what are you asking for?"

Fang Xian looked at the singer, finally shook his head, and let Uncle Yang go down again.

He wanted to blame Uncle Yang, but he ordered to find a more joyful singer, but he felt a little sad, which was not suitable for the situation.

"Does sir want me to leave?" A whisper came, and the singer's voice was very gentle, and there seemed to be some incomprehensible emotions.

Fang Xian smiled silently: "Sorry, I don't blame the lady for this."

The singer slowly made a move and sat in front of Fang Xian: "Sir, want to listen to all the bright songs?"

"It's okay, I don't understand the rhythm."

"Sir, do you want to listen to the pipa, zheng, or flute?"

"Blow..." Fang Xian was usually put on his back. Several ladies had already gathered to listen to the song together, so he couldn't accidentally say some strange jargon.

"Leave it to my wife," he said.

"Yeah." The singer thought for a while and called the maid to bring the zither.

She asked after fiddling with the strings: "Sir, since I don't understand, I will put some simple questions. If Mr. can recognize this song, I will take off the veil; if Mr. can echo the sound, I will pour a cup for Mr.; if Mr. can hear the part in the song that I am modifying by myself, the little girl will follow the teacher's instructions tonight."

"!!!!" Fang Xian's face was twisted into a ball.

Is this girl stupid? Didn’t you see me bringing a bunch of ladies out to play! Such words! Such words...

Is it right to talk about this privately?
To be continued...