Chapter 123: Red Tears

"Huh, why isn't Sister Lan here?"

Coming to the private room on the top floor of Zijin Tower, Su Bai found that the layout of the house was more elegant than that of poinsettias, the carved railing was golden silk nanmu, the tables and chairs of the Eight Immortals were walnut black wood, the blue and white flowers on the tea set were dotted, and the house was dark and fragrant.

Most of the furnishings in the house are also in line with women's preferences, and Su Bai even caught a glimpse of a few women's underwear scattered on the peach wood bed.

"Where do you look, isn't it possible that Childe is just as rude as those gentlemen?" Zi Su suddenly shouted.

Su Bai was startled by the sudden shout, turned around like a thief, and heard the laughter of Shisu behind him, and knew that this was her prank, but there was no way to take Shisu, so he could only silently bear the teasing of this beautiful girl.

A painting on the wall attracted Su Bai. There is wood in the painting, but it is dead wood, there is water under the wood, but there is no moon shadow in the sky in the water, there are no flowers on the tip, only the white moth that is being burned by the fire, and the person sitting on the tip is actually a faceless woman and a pink skeleton, and a black kitten in the skeleton's arms, with no eyes and no eyes, as if she has lost her life. Seeing Su Bai, he couldn't help but feel a strange coolness.

"This painting ......"

"Well, when we patronize and play, we forget that they are still waiting for us. Zi Su interrupted Su Bai intentionally or unintentionally, grabbed an arm and skimmed out of the building.

Well, jump straight out of the window.

With Su Bai's exclamation, Zisu's eyes turned into crescent moons, and the girls and diners in Zijin Tower all cast surprised eyes.

"This 'purple' pavilion master seems to have some personality...... Well, something out of the ordinary. The singers commented.

"They seemed to be heading towards the Red Sleeves, and it seemed as if something important had happened. ”

"It is said that the Lord of the Red Pavilion only continued to stay on Baihua Street to repay his benefactor, and our sisters have this fate. That benefactor is the current owner of Baihua Street, and recently, major figures have gathered in the City of Innocence, and even our Baihua Street has a group of unmasked people, and some sisters have felt a particularly powerful aura from them, could it be that the master has returned?"

Not only Zijin Tower, but also the other two attics, the Red Sleeve Xuan and the Lanting Pavilion Singing and Dancing Girl, all formed a group of three or two, whispering, among which the Red Sleeve Xuan was the most intense.

The Red Sleeve Xuan is the head of Baihua Street, and everyone knows that the Seven Envoys of Yan Pin respect the red magenta tear makeup, assisted by Chen Yunduan and Huang Lianmeng, and the three women share the Red Sleeve Xuan. Compared with Lanting Pavilion and Zijin Tower, although Red Sleeve Xuan is the first of Baihua Street, it is not the place with the most guests. There is a saying in the inner city of the Innocence City, whoever can enter the Red Sleeve Xuan is not a mortal, at least in this inner city, it must also be a Xingtang decided, or a big man above the scout chief of Fenghou Hall.

Red Sleeve Xuan has always only entertained guests on Baihua Street, and has always been a place for cabinet owners to discuss important matters, if there are no big people to meet, or important matters to discuss, Red Sleeves Xuan will only be quiet like a manor. And what matches its arrogance and coldness is that every singer and dancer in Red Sleeves Xuan is like an immortal fairy, each leading the way, like a hundred flowers competing for beauty.

There is also another strange way for the Red Sleeves to entertain guests, that is the banquet of a thousand dollars, no guests are charged, which girl is willing to sing and dance, it is all voluntary, as long as the guests who can enter the Red Sleeve Xuan, they will be served with the highest treatment, the premise is only one, that is, it is not that you choose to enter the Red Sleeve Xuan, but whether the Red Sleeve Xuan allows you to enter.

What the stunning stunners in the Red Sleeve Pavilion talked about was that there were six guests in the Red Sleeve Pavilion today, eight to be exact, because there were still two who were not present. But the point is that the few people who are lying in the lobby and are leisurely, but the girls have never heard of it, let alone have an eye.

Not to mention the two restrained children, the other three, one is sitting in a precarious position, wearing a plain dress and closing his eyes to recuperate, a man wearing a whole black bear fur is sitting silently under the crowd, and another sturdy man is also sitting upright, but there is no scholarly beauty between his eyebrows, and he is a little embarrassed. Finally, there is a beautiful man, with a silver silk shawl, half-covered in plain clothes, drinking a pot of wine like no one else, occasionally a wisp of red glow on the peach face, and a wine burp on his lips, there is no sense of tackyness, only makes people feel that this limelight overwhelms the innate grace of all the girls in the Red Sleeve Xuan.

For a moment, no one asked them where they came from, only a shadow, hiding in a corner and admiring the picture of solitude - yes, the others had been completely ignored by them.

Suddenly, there was a sudden silence in the red-sleeved Xuan, and even the man who was drinking alone stopped the cup in his hand.

Everyone's eyes turned to the stairs, the figure that quietly appeared like a ghost, and at this moment, the only person who could compete with the silver-haired man was the hostess of the Red Sleeve Xuan, the red product envoy - red tears makeup.

Red tears makeup is plump, it can't be called the same, in terms of eyebrow bones, Shiso may be better, she looks very slender, as if there is only a layer of skin covering bones, but it is such a woman who looks like papier-mâché, but she has a majesty that others cannot match, and she has the kind of arrogance that only royal princesses have. This woman has no vulgar eyebrows, but she has a proud body, she stands in the center of the Red Sleeve Xuan, and without any words and movements, she can attract everyone's attention.

This kind of woman who is out of the mortal world can be called the proud woman of heaven.

The woman's ice muscles are as white as paper, her lips are red as blood, she is dressed in red, and her lotus steps seem to be ungrounded. Just as everyone was waiting for the Red Pavilion Master to speak, the silver-haired man spoke first.

"Yo, Xiaohong, I haven't seen you for many days, you're haggard......"

"Huh?"

Everyone was shocked that it was this old friend-like recollection that broke the silence, and what did this man call the pavilion master? Xiaohong? Oh my God! The pavilion master, who was as holy as a snow lotus on the top of the mountain, was called like his own little girl's name. The women were a little sluggish for a while.

What's even more jaw-dropping is that the Red Pavilion Lord actually showed a shy daughter's posture on his face, the frost and snow on his cheeks melted, and a wisp of morning glow rose, and the silver-haired man glanced at him with some anger.

Oh my God, is this still the Pavilion Master I knew?

"Master, don't make fun of Xiaohong......" Surprisingly, although the tone of red tear makeup lost the coquettishness of her daughter's posture, her voice was a coldness familiar to everyone. This has nothing to do with emotion, it is completely the Red Pavilion Lord who is born with such an unapproachable appearance, including voice. Coupled with her thin appearance, it makes people feel more and more that this is an iceberg beauty.

"Hahaha, I'm used to it, don't worry ......about it," the silver-haired man laughed.

After the greetings, the red tears of the original owner of Baihua Street sank down his face, and the short-lived gesture was re-frozen. Red tears looked around everyone, and the majestic cold voice echoed in the Red Sleeve Xuan.

"When the master returns, still don't you see the master?"

As he spoke, he put his hands in his waist and bowed his knees slightly to the silver-haired man Xue Ding and the others. The girls in the red sleeves are not ordinary women, and they think of the legend about the silver-haired man in their minds, and then compare with the person in front of them, and they are surprised in an instant, and they are happy to bow down with the red tears.

"I've seen the master!" the girl's sweet voice resounded in unison.