Although the official night product conference started in the evening, before the opening time, the "Lantang" Jade Building this time was already surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, even on the wall of the entire street opposite They were all full of people, and the restaurant on the next street could see a little from the top floor due to its height, so the restaurant was closed, because every time at this time, selling seats was more profitable than anything else.
When Jing Qi ate his meal leisurely, and then took Wuxi for a stroll there, the huge crowd made Wuxi take a deep breath. He was always afraid of crowded places, so he asked in a low voice, "Why are there so many people?"
It's a pity that the surrounding voices were too noisy, and Jing Qi couldn't hear this sentence clearly.
Jing Qi knew it already, so he specially brought a few extra guards with big arms and round waists. He happened to be here to clear the way. Afraid of being crowded, he stretched out his hand to hold Wuxi. The autumn night was slightly cold, his palms were warm, and his fingers But it was chilly, Wuxi made him tremble, the feeling on his hand was extremely sensitive, he just felt that this human hand was much thinner than his own, and the fingers were also thinner, but with a special sense of strength of a man's fingers, fingertips There are still some cocoons, which don't look like they were taken out with a pen.
After finally entering the Emerald Building, someone came out to greet them. After handing over the invitation safely, someone immediately invited them to the private room on the second floor.
When Jing Qi and the others entered, Zhou Zishu and He Yunxing had already arrived. Su Qingluan was specially here to accompany him, and there were also a few delicate and beautiful girls waiting on them. He Yunxing said with a smile: "It's over, brother Zishu almost thought that the two of you would not give up all the rewards today. Fine wine!"
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not here, and neither is Lu Shen, a disciple of the sage. In a certain respect, the few of them can be said to be the same as each other, and they feel a lot more comfortable playing around.
Jing Qi didn't refuse, took it happily and drank it down, sat down loudly, and said with a smile: "The taste of this flower wine is always different, and it's okay to drink more pots¡ª¡ªBrother Yun Xing , how long can you join in the fun without me?"
He Yunxing said with a smile: "You guys are here, today's trip must be worthwhile! Beiyuan, I can tell you, if you haven't participated in this grand night event, it's useless to tell you to enjoy the wind and moon."
Jing Qi smiled, poured himself another cup and didn't answer, thinking that you are a young man, you have experienced more "night products" than you have ever heard of.
Smiling and listening to He Yunxing smugly pulling Wuxi to show off.
"Witch boy, come quickly and have a look, have you seen the table below?"
Wuxi followed his gaze, and saw a tall platform set up in the middle of the downstairs lobby, with flowers placed underneath it. At first glance, the platform looked like it was built of flowers, with a small The stairs, the stairs are narrower and thinner than ordinary stairs, and the girl has a light and elegant feeling when walking up.
Although the platform is set high, it is just enough that the guests in the lobby below and the private room above can see clearly. Wuxi looked at it for a long time before saying: "Look at the shape, it's a bit like the altar we use for worshiping gods."
He Yunxing was taken aback for a moment, he was forgetful just now, although he often saw Wuxi at Jing Qi's place, but he always said hello, and the other party stopped talking, it was rare that he gave a response today, so he was a bit talkative The inclined He Xiaohou was excited, and asked casually: "What is your altar for?"
"Ah?" Wuxi was stunned for a moment, and after a long while, He Yunxing already felt that he would not answer, and only then did he hear Wuxi say, "The altar is for offering sacrifices to the Great God Jiaxi, and domestic animals and five poisonous blood are used for offering sacrifices to the gods. Or offering sacrifices to ancestors "
He Yunxing realized that he had asked the wrong question.
Wuxi continued expressionlessly: "The ancestors who pay homage are usually killed by the enemy, so the head of the enemy should be placed on the altar, and the blood of the enemy should be poured on the steps and stepped on."
He Yunxing's face was gloomy.
Jing Qi nodded, and said solemnly: "That's not bad. When you say it like that, I think it's a bit similar."
Wuxi asked strangely: "Do you know what our altar looks like?"
Jing Qi shook his head, but he thought in his heart, is it different, they are all places that sell meat.
Of course, due to the beliefs of the people in southern Xinjiang, these words were still kept silent. So he also came over and leaned on the railing, pointed to a few large baskets full of flowers in the corner and told him: "See that, after a while, someone will send flowers up, if you see someone later Yes, she threw the flowers on the stage when she was on stage, and someone would collect them, but this is not the meaning of the girls competing with each other. "Lantang Yepin" is mainly in the word "pin", which is elegant and lively. Peace is the most important thing. If you like it, the girls will sit in the back, and you can write the girl's flower name and hand in the greeting card, if she is willing"
Jing Qi smiled maliciously, and swept her peach blossom eyes lightly: "Then just envysp; He was already sensitive to smells, the private room upstairs was okay, but as soon as he arrived in the lobby, he felt a strange sweet and greasy aroma mixed with the smells of various people, and he was choked and sneezed, feeling sick for a while .
When the colorful women passed by, they would take a second look at this handsome boy, and some even deliberately rubbed against him, so Wuxi had no choice but to drag Aji Lai as a shield, pitiful for such an eight-foot southern Xinjiang man, without a moment, His face was so red and purple that it seemed to bleed.
Just now Jing Qi said that the girl she "liked" had left the stage, and now someone else went up, but Jing Qi didn't know where to go, Wuxi looked around blankly, and frowned. He really didn't like the place.
Suddenly, someone next to him gave him a hand. Wuxi turned his head and saw that the person who pulled him was Ping An. He put up his index finger, told them to keep quiet, and said in a low voice, "Witch boy, come with me." .¡±
Wu Xi's head was sober after being dizzy from the incense in the lobby. He knew that Ping An was the most loyal, and Jing Qi drank too much and ran around. Knowing that something was going to happen, he winked at Ajialai, followed by Pingan and quietly slipped out along the wall.
It turned out that there was a very inconspicuous corner door in the corner of the lobby. Pingan waved and took the two master and servant out there. As soon as they went out, the cold wind blew in immediately, and Wuxi shuddered a little, and then asked Pingan: "What's the matter?" What's the matter, what about your lord?"
Pingan said: "My lord is waiting for the witch boy, this way please."
Walking through a long narrow path with many twists and turns, Ping An led them into a small house, which looked like the place where people lived downstairs in Jade. As soon as they entered the room, they saw Jing Qi and a middle-aged man dressed in coarse cloth. The young man was inside, and the legendary king of Nanning, who was drunk and crazy, seemed so sober that he could no longer be sober. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com