Chapter Twenty-Three: The Night Terrace Returns to the Soul
The blindfolded cloth was removed, and the ancient painting fan looked around, and the room was dominated by red, like a dream, and it was supposed to be a room for picking up guests. Gu Huafan didn't worry that the old woman would stand and let her pick up customers, even if she didn't mind that she was only twelve years old, but this dirty clothes would make people unappetizing when they saw it.
Sure enough, a little maid walked in immediately, followed by a group of maids carrying bath buckets and flower petals. A few maids stripped her of her clothes and pushed her into the tub.
After washing for a while, I dressed her and made up. The ancient painting fan looked at the face painted in the mirror with charming makeup, and looked at his upper body, which was only wearing a red belly pocket, and he couldn't cover his navel. The lower body is wearing a red gauze long skirt, revealing a white flower waist. And the coat turned out to be a red wide-sleeved fairy robe.
For the first time, the ancient painting fan felt that this body could be so enchanting and charming. There is a touch of style in the youth, which is sultry and soulful.
Then the door opened, and the old woman's voice rang out, "Okay, no, ah-"
When he saw the ancient painting fan like this, the old bustard was stunned for a moment, and then walked a few steps quickly to the ancient painting fan, and circled around her.
"Now, I'm going to make a lot of money......"
The ancient painting fan pouted and looked around to see if there was any chance to escape. Let her stay here to pick up customers? You think too much about old women!
The old bustard was still looking at her without blinking, and after a while, the old bustard was reluctant to order: "Wait well, if something happens, be careful of your skin!" ”
The maids all nodded in horror.
Then the old bustard looked at the ancient painting fan, and said with a smile: "What about you, just stay in this house honestly, and wait until the evening, when you are generous, hahahaha, ...... then."
The bustard laughed again and walked out, leaving four maids in the house, and a few servants at the door.
The ancient painting fan complained bitterly in his heart, and sat on the bench and sighed. She has long known that if she looks too beautiful, she will eventually get into trouble! Now it's worked, and the game is over.
Her stomach was rumbling, she was so hungry, in the morning in order not to make Mu Ya wait for a long time, she didn't even eat, and now she is really hungry.
I want to say that she wants to eat, but then I think about it, what if they are drugged in their food? It's better not to eat it.
Thinking of this, he quickly put down the teacup in his hand, and he couldn't even drink saliva.
The ancient painting fan lay on the table like this and fell asleep. In the dream, she was eating roast chicken legs, roast duck legs, roast whole sheep, roast suckling pig......
"Wake up, girl, wake up."
Someone pushed her, and the ancient painting fan woke up suddenly, straightened up, and just saw the old woman's enlarged face.
Swallowing his saliva, the ancient painting fan patted his chest, almost screaming. It's a human, not a ghost, not afraid. Nima, this old woman, is not as good as a ghost!
"Girl, your name is Red Fan, Red Fan, it will depend on your performance later, if you dare to do anything wrong, hum!"
Before the ancient painting fan could react, it was pushed and shoved by a few maids and began to touch up the makeup, and glanced out the window, it was already dark.
The ancient painting fan beat a drum in his heart, and secretly settled his mind, not afraid of not being afraid, the big deal is death. Anyway, she didn't have anything to worry about now, and the face of the black man who owed her cloak still hadn't been paid back unconsciously flashed in her mind.
Hey, I don't have a chance to see you again in this life, and I'll ask you for a cloak in the next life! Can't run away from you!
The wind on a March night is misty and the lights at night are hazy. The largest green building in Woyang City, the "Chu Ren Pavilion", launched an explosive news today, with the title: A rare beauty in a thousand years, today will select the guests at a high price.
This caused a sensation among the men of the city, and they rushed to see the beauty one by one. It makes a lot of housewives hate it.
Now that the lights are on, it is already night, the Chu Pavilion is full, and everyone is waiting for that once-in-a-millennium beauty.
At this time, on the street, a man in a dark robe was stepping through every street with a frown, and the atmosphere of condensation and murder around him made people stay away from him.
This person is none other than Pure Abyss. He came looking for traces, and entering this Woyang City was like looking for a needle in a haystack. I had to search carefully for every clue. He had already instructed the spies in the Yanyu Building in Woyang City to explore the whole city, but now there is still no result.
This stinky girl, wait to find her back, see if he doesn't tie her up, let her run around again!
Damn stinky girl! I don't know what happened to her wounds, it's really not worrying at all.
There was a lot of noise ahead, which made Chunyuan Lan Xu frown slightly, and turned her head to look elsewhere, but then she thought about it, what if she was really here? If you look elsewhere now, won't it delay saving her?
He scolded again in his heart, stinky girl! Then he walked forward.
Chunyuan Lanxu stopped, looked at the noisy crowd in the building, and then looked up at the plaque above, and the three big characters of 'Chu People Pavilion' jumped up.
Just about to take a step away, the moment his eyes were removed, a figure as red as the morning glow appeared on the high platform where the Chu Pavilion was transferred to the Oiran to dance.
Chunyuan Lan Xu immediately stopped, and slowly turned his head to look at the figure that seemed to be proudly independent, that hair, that face, there was no place that did not haunt him.
It's her, it's her......
Chun Yuan Lan Xu only felt irritable, and his murderous heart calmed down suddenly, and the red figure was reflected in his eyes and engraved in his heart. can't erase it, can't wipe it off, it's destined to beat for her for the rest of your life, crazy for her!
Stinky girl!
Hanging his heart and falling back to the same place, Chunyuan Lanxu walked towards the Chu People Pavilion. His eyes were staring straight at the red, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.
Standing on this high platform, looking at the noisy crowd below, Gu Huafan only felt like a numb heart. The platform is five or six meters high, and it looks like an animal being watched.
What should she do, she won't work lightly, she can't fly away, she doesn't have poison to poison these bad people, she doesn't have peach blossom luck to someone to save her. Come to think of it, she may only die today. The hand of the ancient painting fan yin in the wide sleeve clenched his fist tightly and trembled slightly.
Looking up at the round moon, today is March 15th, it is the ninety-sixth day that she came to this world, I didn't expect this journey to end so soon, her body in modern times has died, if she dies today, I am afraid it will be the moment when her soul returns to the underworld.
After closing his eyes, he couldn't hear what the bustard was saying in the audience, and the ancient painting fan slowly walked towards the edge a few steps away.
Exhaled a deep breath, clutched his sleeves tightly, and a tear slipped from his eyes and fell to the stage. At the same time, the foot of the ancient painting fan was already on the edge, and when he took a step forward, he felt that his body suddenly became very light, and the sound of the wind in his ears became more and more urgent.
She's going to die, let's die, just die!