Chapter 412 About the evil hobbies of Yuan Mei and Zheng Banqiao--
Liang Pengfei, who was talking about a huge cigar and was bragging and farting with his subordinates, looked back in astonishment after hearing the roar in the distance. He had seen that there was a white sail in the distance, which had already exposed the sea and was fluttering in the wind. Liang Pengfei quickly threw the cigar to the ground, stepped on it off with his feet, and took care of it. The body on his body just stood on the edge of the dock.
Yuan Mei, this talented young man in the Qing Dynasty is finally about to appear. Liang Pengfei did this, hoping to make a good impression on the old gentleman. After all, with Zhao Yi, an old man who fought with him all day long, Liang Pengfei learned something about this from Sun Shijie, Ni Ming and others. The news of an old gentleman, a romantic old talent, describes Mr. Yuan. As for Zhao Yi, who is a dry and thin monkey next to him, who fights against him all day long, Liang Pengfei feels that he is really like an old scholar and a little hooligan. There is a huge difference and lack of common language.
The ship came at a fast speed. Soon, he could see a lot of people standing on the bow of the ship. Liang Pengfei was secretly happy. Unexpectedly, Mr. Yuan was really on the road and brought so many female disciples. In this way, the teacher of his women's college finally had a place.
He is tall and thin, with three sps of long whiskers floating, big sleeves swinging in the wind, standing in the wind, and pointing to the dock frequently with the men and women around him. At this time, Zhao Yi, standing on the dock, has already bowed his sleeves and worshiped: "Brother Zicai, goodbye three years ago, now I see your face as in the past, and I have been waiting for a long time."
The old man standing on the bow replied with a long smile: "Brother Yunsong, I want to be evil, hahaha..."
Liang Pengfei looked admiring, but his eyes did not fall on the old man, but on the fat and thin face and figure around him. Of course, it is not that Master Liang is hungry and leper, but men are curious about new things, especially beautiful women.
To be honest, Liang Pengfei is really a little jealous of Yuan Mei. There are more than ten beautiful women behind him. But on second thought, this old man is 70 or 80 years old. He can make up more than a dozen women. It has only been a few years since he came to this world with him, and he has married the best of the three women. It seems that It's better to have your own ability than this one.
However, what makes Liang Pengfei feel curious is that there are two men in the bow of the boat, which looks good no matter how you look at it. In short, Liang Pengfei feels like a happy male voice of later generations and so on. He moans to the TV screen all day long. When he has nothing to do, he snort and tears. He is not tired and unsuccessful, which shocked those girls. Jue, the little white face of the young woman screaming.
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Compared with those beautiful female surnames with a strong temperament, these little white faces are really enchanting, especially after I don't know who said a word, the other people actually pinched their orchid fingers and squeezed their mouths and smiled, which made Master Liang couldn't help shivering and retreated half a step.
"Damn it, how can I feel that this old guy is like an old turtle with a ticket of ducks." After wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Liang Pengfei secretly thought that he did not dare to say this. Among other things, his group of hot-blooded literary young people would fight with him.
"This must be the famous Lord Liang, who captured and killed several foreign private merchants, and then rejected the general Liang outside the country." At this time, Yuan Mei, who had already finished talking with Zhao Yihan, smiled and stroked Changxu and stood in front of Liang Pengfei with a smile.
"I dare not. Please call me Peng Fei. The younger generation has long admired Mr. Mr.'s name for a long time, and I have not been able to see the honor of Mr. Mr. It is often a pity. Now that I can see Mr. here and have the opportunity to ask Mr. for advice, I have finally fulfilled the long-cherished wish of the younger generation. Sir, please accept Liang's courtesy..." Liang Pengfei is really like a polite scholar at this moment. Whether it is talking or demeanor, he looks so gentle and elegant, which makes Zhao Yi and the old man next to him stare at the beads. He just quarreled with him, and the little ruffian with a hooligan face has always become temperament. Are you a strong literary youth?
Yuan Mei looked at Liang Peng very carefully. In a word, Liang Pengfei felt that Mr. Yuan's eyes were very careful, and even circled around him, which made Master Liang a little confused. At this time, the afterglow of his eyes swept to the old guy Zhao Yi next to him, and the old guy's expression was obvious. Silvery and obscene, as if it were the posture that the annihilaration plan was about to succeed?
Isn't Lao Yuan a poet and a killer? Liang Pengfei's heart was hairy, and he felt more and more that something was wrong with Yuan Mei's eyes. At this time, Mr. Yuan Mei shook his head, as if he was not satisfied. Then he raised his head and seemed to be a little embarrassed and said, "Mr. Yuan has lost his temper. Peng Fei is worthy of being a young hero. He is tall and upright. He is also a real man."
Next to, the two men suddenly covered their lips and smiled, and pointed to Liang Pengfei, which made Liang Pengfei feel like a duck standing on the price platform. But the problem was that suddenly, Liang Pengfei had a creepy feeling and seemed to understand the bodies of these little white faces. However, this kind of speculation was too shocking. Liang Pengfei only felt it in his heart, but he subconsciously clamped his legs.
At this time, Yuan Mei said gently to the two men who covered their lips and smiled, "Niu Lang, Wu Lang, don't be rude. Don't play in front of adults."
"Yes, sir..." The two men opened their mouths, and their raised eyebrows hooked up with Yuan Mei's old coffin, which made Master Liang very excited. Next to him, many of Liang Pengfei's subordinates were shocked and quietly retreated a few steps. It seemed that they had figured out what the two little white faces were. Yes.
"These two are my child servants. I don't know the rules. I hope you don't blame me. I will come to the south with my wife and family today, and I hope you can take care of me more. Mr. Yuan turned his head with a smile and said to Liang Peng.
"How can the younger generation blame Mr.'s child servants? Sir, you can rest assured that since the younger generation is sincerely invited, naturally all affairs will be handled by the younger generation." Liang Pengfei stepped back half a step with some trembling and smiled. He scolded vigorously in his heart: "I say your grandma's, this old coffin is actually an old silver stick eaten by both men and women."
"There is another thing. I have accepted the globe sent by my lord before. Here, thank you for my long-lost sister-in-law." At this time, Yuan Mei's face was straight and he saluted Liang Pengfei.
How dare Liang Pengfei stand it? He immediately flashed and replied with a salute: "I dare not be, sir, don't break the younger generation. The younger generation's talent for his sister Mr. Yuan Ji has also been famous for a long time. With a woman's body, the man dares not do it. In fact, it is a woman among women. The earth Yi just proves that Mr. Yuan Ji's point of view in the past is correct.
"That being said, it is also her long-cherished wish to have this thing accompany her in front of her sister's grave." Yuan Mei sighed with emotion, with missing and feelings on his face.
Liang Pengfei held his smiling face and welcomed Yuan Mei and his party into a large Western-style villa specially vacated for Mr. Yuan Mei. It seemed that Yuan Mei had not seen Zhao Yi for a long time. They had a good relationship. As soon as they met, they began to compare each other's new poems, and their stomach was full of only a few drops of ink left. Master Liang, who was full of bad water, was dizzy. He soon couldn't help but retreat. He found an excuse to leave the two old men to continue to chat and lead his little brother to quit the villa.
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However, as soon as he went out, Master Liang grabbed Wang Jing and gritted his teeth and asked what kind of person Yuan Mei, a literary young man, was.
Wang Jing looked at Liang Pengfei's appearance and thought of Master Liang's ugly face just now, so he had to carefully inform Liang Pengfei of Yuan's special fetish.
Yuan Dacai is indeed very talented, and Yuan Mei is indeed worthy of the elegant name of a romantic talent. Since he was young, he has been romantic and talented. His family has married 20 or 30 concubines one after another, and even one of his old classmates granddaughters.
Hearing this, Liang Pengfei's chin almost fell to the ground, as if he saw a group of hippos playing a big split in front of him. Ni Ming and Sun Shijie next to him listened leisurely and intoxicated. In his eyes, the eight fine lights were unresistible.
This time, except for a few female disciples, all the others are his wives. As for the two child servants, as Liang Pengfei guessed, that is, Yuan Dacai's male pet with broken sleeves.
Moreover, Yuan Dacaizi also had a deep communication with another famous literary hooligan in the Qing Dynasty in terms of male pets. The one is Zheng Banqiao Zheng Dada, who is known as the Eight Monsters of Yangzhou.
Zheng Dada not only has the "broken sleeves" male style, but also some perverted pedophilia. He likes to play some little boys who have not grown up and play some surname games. The book boy of Banqiao is a plaything with his surname. It is said that all the money in Banqiao is spent on this hobby. He is still enthusiastic about this when he is old, which also means that he has to pay a more expensive price, because no child will receive him for free, and no teenager will automatically undress.
All this, he said sadly and realistically, "I know I'm old and ugly, and this generation is rich." Such a direct stimulus stimulated Zheng Banqiao's conscious awareness of the passage of time and the emptiness of life, which made this painter who worked hard on fame and interests from loneliness and began to face his pale beard. Finally, in the last journey of his life, he created his most artistic masterpieces: thin autumn bamboo, lonely orchid. Flowers.
When Zheng Banqiao was 71 years old, he had a meeting with 48-year-old Yuan Mei at the Qingming Festival Red Bridge Poetry Conference. Yuan Zheng met. The two of them may have drunk too much. In addition, both of them are lovers of love and have a common topic, so on the poetry meeting, regardless of others, they actually talked about such topics with great interest.
Drinking until half a drink, Banqiao said, "If I have the opportunity to participate in the legislative of the court, I will definitely do something!"
"What?" Yuan Mei asked curiously.
Zheng Da talked about his experience. When he was a county magistrate in Weixian County, Shandong Province, once, an American teenager was scolded with a cane in public for gambling. When Zheng Banqiao was watching the execution, he saw that the teenager ** was hurt, and he was so distressed that he couldn't help crying! Therefore, Zheng Banqiao sighed and said, "Today's government gate, the board is often served, and the board is hit on the peach buttocks. If you are a good teenager, won't you ruin all your beauty if you go down? If I have that power, I must take the buttocks in the law as my back, so that I can live up to the natural lust of Longyang.
As soon as Yuan Mei heard this, he immediately had a sense of identity with me. He sighed with Zheng and became a confidant. Since then, Yuan Mei quoted Banqiao's ambition to his friends many times and sighed, "Zheng Da has this intention, and he can't do it. However, those who love the golden buttocks really win my heart!"
Listening to Wang Jing's slightly embarrassed expression telling the basic feelings of these celebrities in the Qing Dynasty, Liang Pengfei felt that his stomach was turning over the river and the sea, and the gossip men who had heard it couldn't help but change their faces. He hurried to make excuses that he had something to do and run away.
However, it seemed that the pace when he left was in a hurry, and his buttocks seemed to be clamped tightly, which seemed to scare Yuan Dada's reputation.
After listening to Wang Jing's narration, Liang Pengfei immediately made up his mind. In the future, Wang Jing was fully responsible for the construction and contact affairs of the college. The old coffin was a world-famous talent plus an old hooligan. For the best food for men, women and children, Liang Pengfei really didn't have the courage to deal with him.
She took her pair of women who listened with relish and went straight back to her villa. She took a shower and almost lost her skin, as if she had cleaned up the goose bumps all over her body.
"I finally found that there are more scum who are more scum than me." After refreshing and refreshed, Liang Pengfei boasted so happily and hypocritically in exchange for the white eyes of the two beautiful wives.
However, at this moment, Pan Bingjie no longer has the courage to distinguish her literary image. Even Pan Bingjie feels that the old man who actually married her classmate's granddaughter as a concubine is really the owner who deserves to be immersed in the pig cage.
At this time, in the villa prepared for Yuan Mei, Zhao Yi and Yuan Mei were sitting on the wide balcony on the second floor tasting fragrant tea. At this moment, Yuan Mei's female disciples, wives, concubines and male pets were still left in the room, leaving the quiet to the two.
"Brother Yunsong, you asked Yuan to come here to be the head of the women's college, which is quite in line with Yuan's appetite, but in addition, there should be other deep meanings, right?" Yuan Mei narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhao Yi in front of him, and said slowly.
"Brother Zicai, how about this person?" Zhao Yi smiled, but did not answer directly. Instead, he asked another question.
(to be continued)