"I didn't expect anyone to know me!" The demon soul was also a little surprised, and slowly turned back to look at Yu Tingge, "Seeing that you are still young, how will you know me?"

The demon spirit slowly approached Yu Tingge, raised his hand and hooked Yu Tingge's chin, and the silver-white hair suddenly danced wildly, like a colorful snowfall, "The Daimyo of the seniors...... I've heard of it!"

"Dumping Song?" The demon soul's purple pupils gave birth to a point of unclear love, and the next moment, the demon soul gave Yu Tingge a slap with his backhand, fortunately, that palm did not add internal force, thinking about it, the demon soul did not really want her life, "You dare to lie to me? Chun Yu Qinge had already died so much that there were no bones left." ”

was slapped in the face, Yu Tingge was not annoyed, and smiled at the demon soul and saluted, "Thank you for the mercy of the seniors, although the juniors are also called Tingge, they are not surnamed Chunyu...... It's not the sister of the current queen Chunyu Mona, senior, you really blame me......"

The demon soul looked at Yu Tingge twice, and his heart was overflowing, and he soon lost interest in her, and he didn't continue to pursue it.

The person in front of her is really the weirdest person Mu Chen has ever seen in his life, she has the face of a girl but also has the hair of an old man, which is strange enough, however, what is even more strange is her eyes...... Her pupils were different from ordinary black or dark brown, and they actually shone with a deep purple sheen......

"What are you looking at, don't you come with me!" the demon soul dragged Lin Ruansi again.

"Uncle Shi, where are you going?" Lin Ruansi's voice unconsciously lowered a little, she almost didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the demon spirit, in front of the demon soul, Lin Ruansi was completely like a cat who had seen a mouse.

The demon spirit did not answer, and walked in front of itself. Yu Tingge looked between Mu Chen and the demon soul, hesitated slightly, and still followed the demon soul.

"Bah!" Mu Chen was anxious, "the old woman...... Don't you know, come first and then come? I'm waiting there for help, how do you take her away today?"

With that, Mu Chen once again rushed towards the demon soul with his sword.

There was a faint aroma in the air, and only one breath was taken. Mu Chen's eyes were dark, he had no strength at all, and the next moment, the person had already fainted.

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When Qian'an left, he happened to meet Jiurong, this stubborn woman finally smoothed out the sharpness in the Qinglou? Looking at the eyes that were no longer as bright as before, Qian'an sighed secretly, when he first sold the Qinglou, the face of the face was like a morning glow that people couldn't look at directly, and now he ...... But is it dark?

It has been a long time since Jiurong entered the Hongluan Pavilion. However, it was the first time she had seen Asaan dressed like this......

With a wry smile, Qian An also looked at the brocade clothes on his body, this dress, out of this pavilion, no woman wearing it will make people show such a surprised look. However, it was different when it came to her...... It's already dirty, so. It's not worthy of this pure white color anymore, is it?

On weekdays, Jiurong never has a deep friendship with anyone in the Qinglou, she is alone, and she still has the pride before she fell into the Qinglou, even if it is extremely difficult, but she still adheres to the bottom line of the Qingluan, Qian'an also has a lot of contacts in the Hongluan Pavilion, she is not like other girls. treats the woman who has only entered the building in March and has become the top brand, she is neither jealous nor willing to deliberately please. However, somehow, now, Asaan suddenly wanted to say something.

"Yes...... Isn't it strange?" Qian'an usurped the only pink peach blossom on his snow-white clothes, lowered his eyebrows and smiled, "Yes, how can I be worthy?" Qian'an should only bloom above the night, extremely gorgeous and prosperous, such a plain brocade peach blossom...... I can only stay in my heart. ”

Jiurong saw that Qian'an's hands were trembling a little, and he frowned unconsciously, "A few days ago, you asked Die'er to teach you embroidery, for...... Is it just such a peach blossom?"

Qian'an unexpectedly glanced at Jiurong a few more times, in the Hongluan Pavilion, every night, drunk and golden, who can notice whom, she learned embroidery, even the bustard once knew, but unexpectedly, this woman who has never been close to her saw through it at a glance!

"The silk is also woven by your own silkworms, isn't it?" Although it was a question, Jiurong used an affirmative tone.

"He's gone...... I'm afraid, I won't be here again for a long time!" said Asaan looked up at the ceiling of the Red Luan Pavilion, as if he was suppressing something.

"He is as noble as a cloud, and you are as low as mud!" Such hurtful and mean words actually came from such a captivating face, and Qian An looked at Jiurong in disbelief, and his heart was also terrifyingly painful in an instant.

"......" Qian'an's lips turned pale, and he took a few steps back with his white clothes.

Even if he said such a prickly word, Jiurong Allure's face was still calm like a spring water, and after a while, Jiurong suddenly asked, "How much do you love him?"

I didn't expect Jiurong to ask such a question so bluntly, Qian'an half-narrowed his eyes, as if he knew Jiurong for the first time, "Why do you ask that?"

Jiurong chuckled lightly, and approached Qian'an step by step, as if there was bewilderment in his voice, "Can you die for him? Can you betray your faith for him? Can you hurt the person he hates for him?"

Jiurong took a step closer every time she asked, and finally she landed her fingertips on the peach blossom on Qian'an's brocade clothes, "Is it okay?"

Slowly, Qian'an's tone became firm, and there was a pearly luster in his eyes, "I can! I can!

Qian'an pressed her chest, and every time she said yes, her tone became cheerful, "But...... Perhaps, I have never been given such qualifications!"

Jiurong laughed, and surrounded the woman beside her, she leaned close to Qian'an's ear, "Remember your words......! It's not far away!"

Until Jiurong left completely, Qian'an was still standing in place, inexplicably ...... She suddenly felt a chill, there seemed to be an extra eye on every wall of this Hongluan Pavilion, watching her whenever and wherever she was, Qian'an shivered, and reached out to hug herself gently.

The door was pushed open, and it was the bustard, and behind her was a little maid who was holding a few newly arrived silk horses......

Suddenly, sunlight came through the crack in the door that the bustard pushed open, and it happened to sprinkle on Qian'an's body, she took a few steps back, blocked the sunlight on her body with her hand, and retreated into a shadow where the sun could not shine.

Until he finished this qiē action, he suddenly paused!

It's been a long time since she's seen such dazzling sunlight, and her body has adapted to working at night and sleeping during the day, so ...... She can't even accept it when the sun embraces her? After all, that's all she can do with her life...... She can't live in the sun all her life, she can only bloom in the night, she can only become a monster that puts an end to all pure warmth, and she will always sink and struggle in the dark!

"Yo, the peach blossom boy is gone, my good boy. The old bustard walked up to Qian'an in a few steps, "Quick...... Go to bed quickly, don't get tired...... Boy, you can't get haggard!"

Shallow soothes his face, yes......

The only thing she still has is this beautiful face, if she is no longer beautiful, then she will really have nothing! However, even this face is not the most outstanding, in the Red Luan Pavilion, she has fallen from the top position, not to mention the outside of the Red Luan Pavilion, compared with the woman who has made the Great Xia Emperor not stand for many years, and made the women of the palace seem to be imaginary.

The old bustard personally sent Jiurong into the room, watched her lie down, and then went out, and when he arrived at the door, the old bustard suddenly sighed, and his slightly old face was no longer the usual philistine at that moment, as if a wise man who had experienced a qiē, "Qian'an, there are some things that are extravagant...... If you ask too much, you will have no way out. ”

"Thank you, Mom. Qian'an took the silk sent by the old bustard, took off the white clothes woven by raising silkworms himself, and stared at the peach blossom embroidery on the white clothes, and Qian'an finally pressed the clothes to the bottom of the box.

The old bustard shook his head and left, the red luan pavilion she opened, the girls in it have always been willing to do so, anyone who is willing to enter the red luan pavilion, as long as there is a face that the old bustard can see, then, no matter what kind of identity she is, what kind of purpose she has in the red luan pavilion, the old bustard will never ask, she does not have a zài redemption in the red luan pavilion, as long as the girl wants to leave, she can leave at any time, even if the girl has passed the best years, as long as she can still make money, then, the old bustard will not drive the girl away.

There are not many extraordinary women in this side of the Hongluan Pavilion, even if they have not been investigated, but they ...... This does not mean that this woman in her forties knows nothing.

The old bustard yawned and rubbed her eyes, she should have been busy for so long, she should also sleep, and she has to smile and look up to people at night, this is not a simple job.

The little maid was still holding the few silk horses, and the old bustard motioned him to put it down, and then took out a few copper plates from his arms and put them in the little maid's hands, "Thank you!"

Pulled a green brocade robe, a pair of eyes as clear as a warm jade, this little guy is no one else, it is actually Ouyang Yixian, who was kidnapped a few days ago, he hasn't left yet!

Looking at Ouyang Yixian's face, the astonishing thoroughness in this man's eyes lined the man like an immortal, and the old bustard smiled and turned around Ouyang Yixian a few times, "Not bad, not bad...... It's not that there are no prostitutes in the Hongluan Pavilion, are you willing?" After a pause, the old bustard continued, "Haven't you always been called poor? Do you know how much snowflakes and silver you can earn in a night after becoming a prostitute? In this world...... Everything is fake, only the real money in the hand is usurped in the hand. ”