"By the way, how long is it until that exquisite performance," Murong Jiu asked. s。

"It should start, you see Honggu come out, the show is about to start." Honglian hesitated, looked out the window, and pointed to a woman in red with heavy makeup and said happily.

Sure enough, after Honggu said a bunch of nonsense after coming on stage, the performance began, and the show finale of the Oiran exquisite show.

Watching the singing and dancing, it was interesting but did not attract Murong Jiu's attention for too long. The reason for this is that it is the same.

"You said that Linglong was forced into the Tianxiang Building, do you know why" Murong Jiu asked casually, passing the extra time.

"Alas, there is a girl who is willing to enter the flower building and will either be sold or deceived, and she can't escape these two left and right." Red Lotus said sentimentally.

"Even if you are unwilling, why don't you save enough money to redeem yourself."

"It's so easy, let's not talk about the ridiculously high ransom money, let's just say what to do after leaving Tianxianglou The girl in Hualou is not only laughing, but the better ones can play the piano, chant a poem, and make a painting or something, but these can't be eaten as food." Honglian sighed lightly and continued: "Born in Hualou, he is looked down upon everywhere, and he has no skills, and he wants to make a living alone, which is basically a fool's dream. ”

"Even if you laugh and rely on your own labor to get it, that's a kind of ability." Murong Jiu said lightly.

Indeed, in this ancient period, it was very difficult for ordinary women to support their families, let alone a woman from a Qinglou. It is not easy not to drown in saliva, and it is even more difficult to get out of the Qinglou and live again.

"Heh, really," Honglian said with some surprise.

"Well, what's wrong with not stealing or robbing." Murong Jiu still said lightly. After speaking, he looked at the stage on the first floor and enjoyed the performance with a serious face.

Murong Jiu said: She doesn't know how to comfort and persuade people. If she continued, she didn't know what to say.

On the side, Honglian saw that Murong Jiu was concentrating on watching the performance after speaking, and a touch of sadness flashed on her face. This son has a kind heart and comforts her.

"Hey, let me tell me, it's okay for you to visit the Qinglou at a girl's house, and you agree with them" Mo Liang Suosuo's voice sounded.

"I don't agree with it, but they are also poor people. Besides, I'm not wrong, they don't steal or rob, I think it's much better than those who steal and rob. Murong Jiu said disapprerovingly. She won't talk to death, maybe she is willing to enter the Qinglou as a prostitute, and she is also happy to do this. However, she has all the respect for those who live by their own efforts.

"I can't tell you." Mo said angrily.

"Hmph, that's because I'm standing on the logo." Murong Jiu choked back a little proudly. She has slowly gotten used to the ink and arguing with him from time to time.

"The next performance is the finale of tonight - Linglong" The curtain rang out.

Murong Jiu instantly came to his senses, straightened up, and looked at the stage.

However, the white figure that slowly walked towards the stage reminded Murong Jiu of Cao Xueqin's depiction of Lin Daiyu's "two bends that seem to be frowning and not frowning, and a pair of eyes that seem to be happy but not happy." "When you are quiet, it is like a beautiful flower shining on the water, and the action is like a weak willow supporting the wind", and the white clothes are even more delicate and weak.

"Tsk, it's really a big beauty, and people can't help but want to rub it into their arms, protect and hurt it." Murong Jiu looked at Linglong who had walked on the stage downstairs and exclaimed.

"Childe, no matter how beautiful Linglong is, you can only see it, but there is a red lotus by your side." The red lotus on the side heard Murong Jiu's words and said coquettishly.

The hand wanted to touch Murong Jiu, but was grabbed by Murong Jiu an inch in front of him.

"Beauty, I want to listen to the song for a while, or you go down and rest for a while." Murong Jiu said lightly, as if discussing but with no doubt.

Red Lotus shuddered, but he didn't expect a young man to have such a strong momentum and nodded, and said with a smile: "Then you listen first, and remember to look for Red Lotus later." ”

Seeing that Murong Jiu was smiling and silent, he beckoned the famous singer who had stopped stroking the qin and was sitting quietly since the beginning of the performance, and withdrew.

Murong Jiu waited for them to go out, and his eyes looked at Linglong again.

I saw that she was already sitting on the stage, her eyes looked at a certain place on the second floor, and her red lips lightly opened, "What you played today is made by the slave family itself, and I hope that Gongzi likes it." "The sound is like the person, and the hearing makes the body and mind soft.

Hey, Cheng Ziye is also in the direction of Linglong's look in this Tianxiang Building, which is where Cheng Ziye is

Hehe, it's interesting, it's not in vain, she has waited so long, and finally has a show.

The sound of the "Ding" piano sounded.

Sometimes happy and sometimes sad, ask but can't; I can't ask for it again, and I hide it infatuatedly, just for occasional companionship; However, the more you get along, the deeper you get; The heart is difficult to hide, and a song is heartfelt

I don't want such a weak woman, I actually confessed in public, haha, I don't know how Cheng Zhongye responded

"Woohoo~~ Linglong girl is good" A cheer, presumably a supporter of Linglong.

"Ouch, I didn't think Linglong was so bold, who do you fancie," said an obscene voice.

Murong Jiu looked for prestige, a man in fancy clothes, he looked good, but how uncomfortable he looked at, he couldn't help but feel the urge to go up and punch him.

"Haha, it turns out that the rumors are true, Linglong has a person of admiration, is it not the first person in the martial arts," another voice said with sneer.

Most of the people who come to the Qinglou to seek pleasure are those families and aristocratic sons, and these people often think that they read the books of sages and sages, and they think very highly of themselves, or they are uneducated and unskilled. And the same characteristic of these people is that they are not sensitive to the people in the rivers and lakes who are bold and uninhibited and do not have so many etiquette rules. Therefore, it is reasonable for some people to disdain ridicule.

"How can I listen to He Shao's sour, I can't rob people from the first person in the martial arts."

"Haha" The words fell, and the hall burst into laughter.

Linglong on the stage didn't seem to hear all kinds of ridicule and ridicule from the audience.

The eyes have been looking at the elegant residence on the second floor, and every time time passes, the sadness in the eyes increases.

And in the elegant house that Linglong was looking at, Cheng Ziye, who was wearing a dark green suit, was walking back and forth in the house. There was confusion and anxiety in his eyes.

Cheng Ziye walked to the table, slapped the table with both backs, and with a bang, the dishes on the table jumped.

"Hao, tell me about it, what should I do" Cheng Ziye stared at the person in front of him who was drinking wine and gloating.

"Frankly speaking, a beautiful woman with a hero is also a good story, and you can do it." Murong Hao, who was dressed in black, said with a smile on his face.

"Alas, it's not that you don't know, I only regard her as a friend and a confidant. I've never thought about it in that direction" Cheng Ziye's eyes were about to pop out, and he suppressed his throat, as if he was afraid that he would be snooped on if he was too loud.

"I didn't think about it before, and I don't think about it now." Murong Hao said inconsequentially. It's really interesting to see his friend's angry appearance, besides, he doesn't understand emotional matters, so how can he give him ideas

"Alas" Cheng Ziye sat on the chair decadently, with a face like a yellow lotus.

A word to readers:

Clench your fists ~~~~~