Out of nowhere, Ling Yanran sneered: "You self-respecting dancers naturally don't know the suffering of our people, but it is people like us who can see you the most clearly!"

It is said that 'the merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country', but if no one listens, why do you need the merchant girl to sing? It can be seen that it is those of you who listen to the 'flower of the backyard' who are hateful, and you are unwilling to admit it, so you will take the fault on us all your life. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

You are relying on your wealth and power, and you will do whatever you want!"

The scholar was stunned by this reprimand, and stood still stupidly.

Ling Yanran suddenly regretted a little, only caring about herself for a while, but forgetting the consequences.

Although this scholar's dress is simple, the materials are excellent, and those who can enter and exit here must not be ordinary people.

She wanted to apologize, but for the sake of face, she really didn't want to do it.

Fortunately, a maid came out to the rescue: "Miss Yanran, Wan Qigongzi asked you to sing a little song." ”

"Just come. Ling Yanran was busy, turned around and left, no longer looked at the scholar, and hurriedly entered the scene, forgetting about this matter.

In this song, Ling Yanran sang a song full of Jianghong.

Usually the Qinglou woman will not choose such a song, because it does not conform to her identity firstly, and secondly, it is extremely difficult to sing love.

And although Ling Yanran's song is not sonorous enough, it is more than sad, but it is very infectious, and it is not bad.

However, there are always people who don't like it.

After Ling Yanran finished the song, she just wanted to get up, but she was grabbed by a big hand: "Miss Yanran has always only sung some songs with excellent temperament and magnificent atmosphere, everyone has fun today, why don't you play some beautiful songs too?"

"I won't. Ling Yanran lowered her eyes, gently brushed the hand away, told the maid to clean up the piano, and got up, wanting to leave.

"I don't believe it. The man who caught her smiled lewdly, "It's impossible for the old bustard not to teach you this, and it's not bad to think about serving people, look at this little face's slippery face, it must taste very good." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and pinched her face.

Everyone laughed together, without the slightest intention of stopping it, and watched all this with an attitude of watching a good show.

Ling Yanran turned her head and closed her eyes, a little desperate.

In the dust, she naturally knows who she can't provoke, and the person in front of her is the one who can't be provoked.

This person is the eldest son of Bai Xianling, and he is the only son, and Bai Yan is also.

He has always been arrogant, but no one dares to provoke him, so he can only follow him.

Not for anything else, just for his father who was the county magistrate.

Just when Ling Yanran thought that she couldn't avoid this frivolity, the hand didn't fall for a long time, and there was only Bai Yan's angry voice in her ears: "Hao Xiwen, what are you doing!"

Ling Yanran opened her eyes at this time, and what she saw was the side face of the scholar just now.

is not handsome, but full of righteousness, and between his eyebrows is an abomination of Bai Yan.

"Today is Wan Qi's birthday, I believe Bai Gongzi, you don't want to make a big deal out of it. Hao Xiwen put Bai Yan's hand down and said with a smile.

Seeing him say this, Bai Yan couldn't go too far, so he had to let Ling Yanran go and return to his seat in an atmosphere.

It wasn't until Hao Xiwen turned around that Ling Yanran realized that she had been watching him for a long time.

The eyes look at each other, and the ripples ripple from the starting point.

Ling Yanran felt that her face was a little hot, and she hurriedly lowered her eyes and thanked, "Thank you, Master Hao." ”

As he spoke, he stepped aside.

Hao Xiwen, who doesn't know in Zhaoping Town?

Talent is the first, but he has a withdrawn personality, is clean, and only has two or three friends, and this Wan Qi son is one of them.

So today, it's no wonder that Hao Xiwen is here.

This carnival lasted until midnight.

Ling Yanran thought that this was just a small episode in her life, but she didn't expect that in the following January and February, whenever she sang on stage in the Butterfly Dance Building, Hao Xiwen would always arrive.

This shocked others for a while.

Hao Xiwen has always regarded reputation as his life, and has never set foot in the hook fence, but now it is so abnormal, it can't help but be emotional:

It turns out that this old-fashioned talent has always had romantic times, not to mention that the object is still the famous Ling Yanran.

Sure enough, a woman's face is a big killer against any man.

For a while, Ling Yanran's fame rose to another level, and more and more people came to listen to her singing.

"Girl, Hao Gongzi gave it to you. The little maid Fu'er handed a piece of flower note to Ling Yanran, looked at her face, and couldn't help but say, "Girl, you also have to think about your own future, I think Hao Gongzi is a very good candidate." ”

Ling Yanran let out a long sigh, and there was no color in her eyes: "A scholarly family like Hao Gongzi will never accept a woman with a background like us, in their eyes, doing so is insulting to the lintel and has an adulterous atmosphere." ”

"However, he seems to be sincere, and he ......" Fu'er's hand holding the teapot trembled slightly with excitement.

"After being here for so long, you still don't know what kind of thing a man is?" Ling Yanran frowned, remembering the scene she saw, "Never trust them, for them, we are not even as good as clothes." ”

Fu'er drooped her eyelids, made a cup of tea for Ling Yanran calmly, and brought it to her: "Girl, you often say that bystanders are clear, maybe we outsiders can see it more clearly." ”

Ling Yanran took the tea and moistened her throat: "At a young age, you have been thinking about marriage, but which kid you fancy wants to get married? ”

After speaking, he looked at Fu'er with a smile, put down the tea cup in his hand, and gently tapped his fingers on the table.

Fu'er blushed, and said hurriedly: "Girl, don't you know yet! Bai Yan Gongzi is discussing your ransom with his mother!"

He gestured his finger again, and shook it in front of Ling Yanran's eyes: "Bai Yan Gongzi opened this price." ”

"Two thousand taels?" a touch of misery emerged from Ling Yanran's eyes, "What did Mom say?"

Fu'er lowered her voice and said softly: "I said that the price must be at least doubled, five thousand taels is enough, including my redemption silver." ”

"Think about how much money I've earned for my mom over the years, and she wants to make one last bit of money from me. Ling Yanran's tone already had some meaning of resignation.

The woman in the Qinglou, if she is unwilling to sell her body, and when she is older, she will naturally be bought by a wealthy family to be a dancing girl, which is already a tacit consensus.

"Girl, do you really want to be ransomed by that white word?" do you know ......" Fu'er saw her girl's indisputable appearance, her heart was like an ant tormenting on the fire, and she hated that she couldn't help at all, so she could only do it in a hurry.

"It's a big deal of a white silk, and it's the end of this life. Ling Yanran's eyes were full of defeat and determination.

"Girl!" Fu'er didn't feel like she heard this, and her heart hurt as if she were pinching.