If Ah Jiu were elsewhere, someone would praise her for her wonderful dancing, beautiful figure, and graceful appearance, but when she got here, she could only say that it was okay, but Ah Jiu was not depressed, she didn't work hard to do anything, if she could get a good result in this way, it would be too talented.

From the moment he saw Ah Jiu, Mo Zhe's eyes never took off her, and he kept chasing her, and when Ah Jiu went down, it was Wan Yi, after seeing Wan Yi, Mo Zhe accepted his fate, he didn't expect that the person he liked was actually a prostitute.

couldn't help but feel a kind of disgust, both disgust for Ah Jiu's identity and disgust for the fact that he liked Ah Jiu, he didn't dare to imagine what would happen if he really married Ah Jiu.

At the moment when he saw Ah Jiu, Luo Yu suddenly felt a sense of pleasure in his heart, he didn't expect that he secretly despised the woman who looked like that in addition to prostitutes, there were also that kind of people, but he didn't expect that she was really a prostitute, he seemed to think of all the thoughts in Mo Zhen's heart.

"Don't you mind, my father didn't also take a prostitute as a concubine, if you like it, it's okay to take her." Even if he was happy in his heart, Luo Yu knew that he shouldn't be exposed.

"Hmm."

Wan Yingyu sat on the chair that had just been prepared, plucking/playing with the strings with her hands, and listening to the sound of the piano was good, so she put her hands on the piano and stroked the body gently.

After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune. The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if they are complaining about their lack of ambition. The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in my heart. Gently twisting and slowly wiping and picking, at first for "Ni Dress" and then "Six". The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. The bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult to go under the drift ice of the secluded spring. The ice fountain is cold and astringent, and the condensation will not be silent for a while. Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time. The silver bottle burst through the water slurry, and the iron rider stood out with the sound of knives and guns. At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four strings sound like cracks. The east ship and the west boat were silent, and only the autumn moon in the heart of the river was seen.

Everyone seemed to have arrived at the quiet and peaceful forest, with a few birds chirping in their ears, breathing the forest air, a rare comfort, soothing the tired body and mind.

At the end of the song, everyone has not yet come out of the artistic conception just now, and when the ten thousand wattles go down, and a few more come up, they have not reacted, and when they react, they only feel drowsy.

The identity of the Oiran finally came to the hands of Wan Ying, that song, around the beam for three days, the aftermath is endless, this song should only be in the sky, the world can get a few times to hear, the name is deserved.

Getting an Oiran is like an actor winning the actor, which has a great impact on her reputation.

Hearing that this time the Oiran is still a chick, and it will bloom / bud tonight, everyone seems to be moved, tonight's people, several times more than in the past, if it can only be said to be lively in the past, now it is unprecedented, overcrowded, full of seats.

Behind the brilliant lights of the Yinjun Pavilion, it is true that the door of the Qinlou Chu Pavilion next to it can be compared, but they are indeed losing, what can they do, they can only be willing to gamble and lose.

Wan Yingyu sat at the head of the bed, the fear in her heart swallowed her, but she couldn't want to escape and give up because of this incident, which was an injustice to Ah Jiu, to her dead father and her family who were enslaved, and she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

When it was time to start, Wan Yiyu was wrapped in a light blue-blue gauze and a white gauze coat, hazy, looming, hooking people's hearts softly, Wan Yiyu danced with the request of the old bustard, and other dancers also danced.

Just now it may just be a beautiful woman in the painting, although beautiful, although glamorous, but not enough to make people's body hot, at this moment, but like a fox spirit, all kinds of amorous, charming, gorgeous, everyone feels a tight lower abdomen, can't help but gasp, it is really an oiran, everywhere can be fascinating.

The old bustard's careful thinking made Wan Yingyu's worth skyrocket, maybe many people just came to see the excitement at first, but now, because of the scene just now, they participated in it and spent a lot of money.

In the end, Wan Yi's first time fell on a good-looking, personable, and gentle man, his name was Wei Zhao, and he was the son of Wan Yi's enemy Wei Haoteng.

Wan Yingyu sat quietly on the bed/, she knew that she couldn't escape, but she didn't expect that it would be the son of the enemy, and she was so familiar.

Feeling that Wan Yingyu's whole body was tense, Wei Zhao retreated helplessly, "Miss Wan doesn't have to be so nervous, if you don't want to, Wei won't force it." ”

Wei Zhao had seen Wan Yi when she was very young, when she was just a small bun, although she was still young, she could already faintly see her demeanor when she grew up, however, Wei Zhao noticed that she was not because of her cuteness, but because her clothes were embroidered, very soft flowers, not eye-catching, but made her even more cute.

Later, Wei Zhao made the little girl cry, shrunk into Wanmu's arms and sobbed quietly, her big eyes were swollen from crying, and her appearance scared Wei Zhao.

However, the cute Lori when she was a child was deeply engraved in Wei Zhao's mind, because, after that, Wei Zhao never dared to talk to the little girl more.

"You are a benefactor, Emo is a prostitute, how can Emo refuse you," said Wan E, Wan Emo lowered his head and untied the ribbon on his chest, originally this dress was exposed, in this way, Wei Zhao couldn't help it at all, his face was red, his heart was beating faster, his whole body was longing for something, and his body couldn't help but go to Wan E's side.

Wan Yingyu didn't know how she endured the resentment in her heart, her mind was full of unwillingness, full of bitterness all over her body, and she and Wei Zhao Chunfeng once went to Wushan **.

Although, she touched the scissors hidden under the pillow countless times, but because she was afraid, worried, she was unwilling, and retreated, if she killed Wei Zhao at this time, although she could take revenge, she couldn't escape herself, and she would definitely be killed by Wei Haoteng, who loved her son like her life.

How can the enemy only avenge one, and it is not the mastermind, Wan Yingyu endured it, but when the foreign object came in, she cried, and she didn't know what she was crying about, her eyes were already blank, and she only saw a darkness, but her body instinctively used the learned room technique to please/please the man on her body.

It takes countless steps from humble to noble, from noble to lowly, but only one step, Wan Yingyu felt for the first time that his life was dark.

It is said that the drama / son is ruthless, and the / son is meaningless, but no one has thought about how they can survive in this ruthless and unrighteous world if they have love and righteousness.

Rising last night, Wei Zhao also said that he would marry himself and go home, Wan Yingyu knew that there were some words, that is, fart, ignore it, and don't mind it so much.

Dragging her sour/soft body, Wan Yiyi suddenly felt uncomfortable, the world seemed to reject her, and the surrounding qiē was so familiar and unfamiliar.

Even himself, Wan Yingyu felt strange, this body seemed to belong to him at this moment, as if he had never lived with this identity and this body.

The old bustard shook the fan with the picture of flowers and birds and walked to the door of Wan Yi's room, knocking on the door, last night she can be regarded as a day of gold, this night will make a lot of money, you must know that last night was not Wan Yi Yi alone to open / bud, this pavilion is not only Wan Yi a girl, and so many masters even if only half of the people decide to stay overnight, that can also make the old bustard pile gold jade.

"If not, today's study is just that." The bustard is to wake up one by one after the girls open/bud, first, to show that he still knows that she has just opened the bud and sell favors, and secondly, this is a custom, and this must be done, otherwise as an old bustard, it will be unlucky.

Trying to stand up, Wan Yingyu didn't force herself, "Then there will be more mothers." ”

After watching the bustard leave, the little girl knocked on the door, "Sister Yu, can Zhishui come in?" ”

"Come in." This little girl is the maid I bought before, fifteen years old, although she is fifteen, but she is like a child less than ten years old, thin and short, but after raising it for so many days, although she has not grown much taller, but she looks a lot, at least she can be said to be a cute little girl.

"I heard from my sisters that Sister Zhi was done something bad for her health last night, so Zhishui went out to buy some supplements, so it's late, Sister Zhi Shui won't blame Zhishui."

The little girl put down the things in her hand and poured a cup of tea for Wan Yi, it can be seen that she respects Wan Yiyu very much, and she hands it over with both hands, although the words are very mellow and the expression is also very cute, but what she does is really well-behaved and careful.

"It's okay, you didn't do anything bad." Don't look at the little girl is very cute, what the hell is in her heart, one sentence turned her late life into care and favor.

Just last night, when Wan Yiyu was facing the problem of opening/budding, Ah Jiu was also facing the entanglement of an inexplicable person.

"I don't know what's going on with the son, the slave family has something to go to the backyard to see," Ah Jiu saw that Mo Zhe also knew his identity, a little confused, didn't this male protagonist like Wan Yi? Why get in your way? I didn't do anything!

Then Ah Jiu quickly made up a reason, Mo Zhe found out Wan Yi and his identity by accident, and then he was very angry, even very disgusted, but he heard that Wan Yi was a place, and then wanted to buy her, but he didn't have so much money, and finally he ran to himself to vent his anger in anger.

"You're a prostitute!" The disbelief and surprise in that tone made Ah Jiu feel a little funny, why did she say to a person she had just met, her own details?

Ah Jiu smiled good-naturedly, didn't say much, anyway, he didn't like anything, so what else to say was a waste of time after all.

"I'm sorry," Mo Zhe also realized a little that his attitude was wrong, "I'm just a little surprised...... Because, I like you, I fell in love with you at first sight when I saw you for the first time, I originally thought that you and I could have a happy ending, but I didn't expect that you would actually ......"

His speed of speech was very fast, and there was a sense of radicalism that was about to be strong, which made Ah Jiu a little disliked, and felt a little angry, his brows were furrowed high, and anyone could see her displeasure.

Thinking of the male protagonist who fell in love with him for no reason so many times before, Ah Jiu's frowning brows relaxed, "You and I don't have anything, even if there is anything, it's all something you want me to do, and besides, I and Childe are just a one-sided relationship, if this Childe is deeply in love, then Childe's feelings are too cheap." ”