The news that the mysterious Oiran of the Fireworks Building insisted on selling his art and not selling his body, and the news that he regarded money as dung spread far and wide, attracting more people to come to see the beauty, but unfortunately, this Oiran never showed up.

On this day, after she finished dancing a song, she was about to retreat as usual, but the men below began to coax as if they had discussed it.

"Purple Kite girl, what do you need to let us see the true face of your Lushan."

"Yes, yes, Purple Kite girl, as long as you open your mouth, no matter how much money you have, we will give it."

The previous time, the son of the Lin family came out to 100,000 taels, but she still refused to take off the veil, her high and high, and her regard money as dung, but it aroused the interest and desire of men more and more.

Su Yueming, who was covered with a gauze scarf, slowly swept over everyone with that indifferent look and said-

"Purple Kite doesn't want money, even if you give me gold and silver, I don't want it."

Everyone is surprised, don't want gold and silver? "And what do you want?"

Su Yueming looked behind him, Bi'er understood, and took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, what is this for? The crowd whispered.

Su Yueming picked up the problem and danced on the rice paper, and after a while, the two lines were vigorous and powerful, not at all like a poem written by a woman appeared in front of everyone-

"There are no colorful phoenix wings, and you have a good heart?"

"That's right, I want a person who knows my heart, there is only one person in this world who knows my heart, and I will only take off the veil for him in this life." Su Yueming saw that the men in the audience were all introduced into the bureau by her, and knew that the time had come.

"Who?" Everyone was curious.

"The Seven Princes of the Dynasty - Xuanyuan Qilin." Su Yueming said a name in a very clear and slow tone.

The Seventh Prince, Xuanyuan Qilin? In the eyes of the people and the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty, he is a well-known idle prince, because his mother is not from a high background, he has no real power, he likes to travel in the mountains and rivers, and makes friends with Qinglou women, and is not valued by the emperor.

Only Su Yueming knew that it was now the thirteenth year of Emperor Xuanwu, and Xuanyuan Qilin had not yet shown his ambitions, and he was not what the world saw. He traveled in the mountains and rivers, and indulging in Qinglou was just a means for him, and the emperor had nine sons, all of whom tried their best for the throne.

In fact, after the death of the crown prince, Xuanyuan Qilin will be Xuanyuan Qiche's most powerful opponent, but in the previous life, she Su Yueming planned for Xuanyuan Qiche, Xuanyuan Qilin Zuihou was defeated, and after Xuanyuan Qiche ascended the throne, he was severely punished for the crime of rebellion, broke his hands and feet, and slept and ate with pigs.

The mysterious woman in the fireworks building, singing and dancing skills, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, not moved by ten thousand taels of gold, only willing to show the true face of Lushan for the seven princes of the dynasty, Xuanyuan Qilin, the news spread far and wide, and quickly spread to the mansion of the seven princes in the capital.

And Su Yueming is only waiting for the arrival of Xuanyuan Qilin, and when the time comes, it will be the beginning of her road of revenge.

The night was sinking, the dew wet the bamboo leaves, and the sound of dew falling to the ground was occasionally heard in the quiet air.

Su Yueming was dressed in plain white clothes, standing in the Cuizhu Garden, looking at the bright moon in the sky, her back looked so thin and desolate.

The scene of her fetus being taken out by caesarean section before full term once again came to mind, simmering in the stew pot, and her beloved Wen Yi, who was five years old, was sold to this fireworks building! What kind of life will she live?

Her heart was dripping blood, and she bit her lip fiercely, fiercely, trembling all over.

......Suddenly, a heart-piercing pain stabbed her heart, her whole body leaned forward suddenly, and a mouthful of thick blood spurted out, sprinkled on the bamboo leaves in front of her, drop by drop, and fell to the ground.