C108

The winding gravel road led to the front, Song Haichuan walked ahead calmly, with Feng Wuyong following closely behind him.

Song Haichuan suddenly regretted letting Feng Wuyong walk behind him. He didn't know why, but this person who had a humble smile on his face made him feel a chill on his back, and a strange coldness was seeping into his clothes. Furthermore, Feng Wuyong's footsteps were very uniform, just like how someone who could calculate the weight of a person's step, would do as he said.

Song Haichuan suddenly stopped, turned and looked at Feng Wuyong, and asked indifferently.

"What did you say your name was?"

Feng Wuyong calmly smiled, and replied with sincerity.

"Feng Wuyong, Feng, the rich harvest is useless, useless, useless, useless, Mr. Song can just call me useless!"

Song Haichuan suddenly laughed, shook his head and murmured.

"Useless! Useless? "Hahaha, you are useless now. I don't think there will be anyone useful anymore. Hahaha!"

Feng Wuyong also laughed along, that smile was simple and normal without the slightest bit of arrogance, making people feel comfortable looking at it.

Just as he was about to turn around and say something to Feng Wuyong behind him, he realised that did not follow him in. Presumably, this was his destination for today, and the person who arranged for him to come here should also be waiting for him in the room.

In fact, in terms of development, Song Haichuan would rather believe that she was a woman, but she was the same as the ten girls he saw on the way here. Whether it was in terms of figure or body, she was perfect beyond reproach, and obviously, she shouldn't be the one waiting for him.

Song Haichuan had clearly warned him that he would not be able to enjoy the good fortune, but he could tell that the person who had arranged all of this was someone who knew him very well. Since he was already here, there was nothing to worry about, sooner or later, he might as well listen to whatever happened. Song Haichuan thought for a moment, unbuttoning his shirt, he sat down slowly on a chair.

Seated on a yellow pear chair with over a million people, he didn't feel anything strange. The girl who was whispering in front of him caught his interest. Seeing her cautious movements, a word immediately appeared in his mind...

Yang Prefecture Skinny Horse!

A word that is hard to associate with, but the true meaning is hard to read between the lines.

In the ancient times, Yangzhou was the gathering place of two salt merchants. Salt merchants could be said to be wealthy, and the level of luxury in their lives was comparable to that of the imperial family. From this, their wealth allowed them to survive in a large number of industries, one of which was to "raise" lean horses, which were created to cater to the needs of salt merchants and their concubines.

This term originated from the Ming Dynasty. There were some people in Yangzhou who taught little girls zither, chess, painting, and even art in bed. Of course, breaking one's body wasn't allowed. Then, when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he would sell it to a rich eunuch as a concubine.

They made a profit by first buying and adjusting the pretty girls in poor families, teaching them songs and dances, painting and calligraphy, and then selling them to the rich as concubines or into the smoky alleys. Since poor women were thin and thin, the name of "thin horse" came from this, the first time they bought a virgin girl was only a dozen or so years old, when they married, they could make as much as one thousand and five hundred silver taels, ordinary people could make a lot of money, they could compete to be good, they could be good, the salt merchants monopolized the salt industry in Yangzhou in the Ming Dynasty, they had thousands of years of wealth, so Yangzhou "thin horse" was the most popular, thin horse appeared to satisfy the abnormal needs of the salt merchants. And the girl in front of him combined with this phrase so perfectly that Song Haichuan even felt like he was by the side of the Qin Huai river.

"How old are you?"

Song Haichuan couldn't help but ask. The girl nodded, half kneeling at Song Haichuan's feet, helping him take off his shoes, then answered.

"Eighteen …"

After pressing on the bottom of his feet, the girl stood up and helped Song Haichuan to remove all his clothes, then led him to a place that was originally blocked by a screen. There was a big wooden barrel with steam rising from it, it seemed like hot water had already been put in, and after massaging the bottom of his feet, they could let the guests in.

After they entered the barrel, the girl took off her clothes and stood in front of Song Haichuan.

Song Haichuan raised his eyes and saw that she was indeed sickly thin. It seemed that on the word Yang Prefecture's skinny horse, a lot of effort had been put into this place, but being thin meant that there was still a lot of room to be found. Song Haichuan did not know what the ancient Yang Prefecture's skinny horse looked like, but if he thought about it carefully, he could roughly determine that this girl in front of him must have used some hormones in order to grow such a large chest.

The girl stood outside the barrel and gently massaged Song Haichuan's shoulders, then his chest. When the girl was out of reach, she stepped into the barrel.

This barrel was very big, the big Song Haichuan didn't feel crowded in it with the little girl. On the contrary, the little girl could sit in front of Song Haichuan and massage his thighs and other important parts.

The hot water felt very comfortable on his skin. The little girl's trained hands were moving around Song Haichuan gently, making him feel like she was enjoying the most beautiful thing in the world.

After drying Song Haichuan's body, the girl brought a clean bathrobe for Song Haichuan to wear. Then she went back and helped Song Haichuan to sit down.

After making a cup of strong and fragrant tea, the girl asked softly, "Do you want to see me dance or listen to me play the zither?"

Song Haichuan was surprised. He thought that he had neglected these aspects, but he did not expect the girls here to be proficient in the zither dance. It seemed that even though the zither music and chess painting only had one melody, it was still quite extraordinary.

Looking at the girl's waist, which was covered by a purple dress that was as thin as a cicada's wing, Song Haichuan was lost. He couldn't hold on much longer, so he smiled and looked away.

"What kind of zither do you know?"

"The lute and the guqin can both play a little …"

"Then come to Duan Gu Qin!"

"How about mountains and rivers?"

The girl walked to the corner of the room slowly. There was a storage cabinet, and when she opened it, indeed, all eighteen types of weapons were there. The guqin, the pipa, the zither and even the violin Song Haichuan had guessed earlier were all there.

"Alright, this is it!"

Song Haichuan saw that there seemed to be chess equipment in the cabinet. He thought, "Could it be that the girls here really know how to play Go?"

The song was like a lofty mountain and flowing water. Although it was not considered amazing, when it was played out from the hands of a little girl like this, it truly showed some power. It was gentle and gentle, and gave a sense of being told, but it also showed some truth.

Song Haichuan finally understood that the dancing was just for show. It was simple to let the visitor easily enter the feeling of standing high up in the sky. At least he could sense that he was back in the ancient times when he was a superior cultivator.

The girl got up and went to the window. She washed her hands in the copper pot, wiped it with silk, and returned to Song Haichuan's side. He half-knelt down, raised his head and shyly said.

"I need to sit down a little longer. Or do you want to rest on the couch? "

Even the way he spoke, and the ancientness in his words, were all imitating the environment of Yang Prefecture's Skinny Horse. Song Haichuan could not help but sigh in his heart. You can play chess? "

"I have some skill, how many people should I help you with?"

The girl answered gracefully. Song Haichuan smiled and nodded. Since he was here, he should try them all. He didn't want to disappoint the people who arranged these things.

Playing chess was a little rough, and it probably taught them some simple chess. They roughly understood the basics of Go, and if one were to say that it was a move from chess to the middle, then it would completely disappear. But it didn't matter, who came here to really play chess? It was just for the sake of the extra senses.

Song Haichuan only played 30-50 chess with this girl and understood what was going on.

Song Haichuan took a sip of tea and blandly said.

"Thank you. I want to sit down alone. You can leave now."