Capítulo 77: Spear's consciousness _1

The teaching workshop Division, the little Pavilion of shadow plum.

Xu Qi 'an sat lazily and leaned against the couch, the night watchman's uniform hanging on the back of the chair.

In the spacious room, six dancers were dancing. Under the thin gauze dress, their slender waists were swaying.

Behind Xu Qi 'an, a maidservant was massaging his shoulders. His legs were in the arms of another maidservant, letting her massage them.

The courtesan's wife was wearing a beautiful and complicated long dress, her head slightly lowered as she concentrated on playing the zither.

Occasionally, he would look up at Xu Qi 'an, who was so happy that he had forgotten about his duties.

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the sound of the zither dissipated, and the dancers left the house. Fu Xiang stood up, washed her hands in the copper Basin, and complained, ""So young master yang is the night watchman."