Listening to her mother's affectionate question, even if she was unhappy, Lu Yue couldn't help but deal with it, so she replied: "Yesterday, I waited for Liang Gongzi to serve until midnight, and Yue'er's bones were about to fall apart, and I couldn't fight it at this time." She half-squinted a pair of phoenix eyes, held her forehead with one hand, exposed a lotus root, leaned on the table, dragged her throat, like a pampered cat, very lazy.

Yu's mother had nothing to say when she heard this, and she was slightly relieved: Lu Yue in a dry girl didn't look the most outstanding, and she never thought that she was the most competitive at this moment, and she firmly grasped Liang Yanei's heart and liver, coaxing this demon king of the mixed world to hate to pick the stars and the moon for her, not to mention swaying her own wealth every day, and really made a lot of money for Ning Cuilou - of course, this is just a vase that is not useful compared to others. If it had been left two years ago, she would not have paid attention to her mother at all.

Because, two years ago, when Ningcui Building was at its peak, the top brands were Yaozhu, Rongsong, and Qionglian, known as the three immortals of Yaochi.

These three girls not only have beautiful names, but also look like their names, refreshing as bamboo, lush as pine, quiet and elegant as lotus, each with elegance, each with its own charm, compared to others, it is like the stars and the moon than the fireflies, and the beautiful jade is compared to the stubborn stone.

They are really good, they stand there with thousands of manners, the bright light is compelling, and they have naturally become the living signboard and pillar of Ningcui Building, and many men have smashed a large amount of silver in order to feast their eyes, and they have given their life savings for a kiss Fangze.

But later, the two Zhulian were clever in their calculations, taking advantage of their childish faces, beautiful appearances, and at the best age, they redeemed themselves when they met their favorite beloved, and devoted themselves to being a concubine in the house - to be a one-person's female under the wings, and to be detained, and sometimes to guard the lonely pillow, it is better than being a dew lover of ten thousand people, floating like a ping, day and day.

In the end, although Yu's mother opened her mouth to ask for a lot of redemption fees, the second of the three had gone, and their good deeds took away the highest glory of Ning Cui Lou.

After reaching the highest splendor of this brothel, it finally flourished and declined, with the departure of Zhulian as the turning point, and since then it has been worse day by day, and finally fell to this point.

Guest officer, you may ask, isn't there another Rong Song?

Miss Rong Song is indeed still there, in her early years, she had a hearty temperament, disdained the love between men and women, the wind and snow, and she was just so carefree in Ningcui Building for a few more years, even if the two immortals of the bamboo lotus were beaten repeatedly, they were indifferent. As it turned out, the intention was wrong, and it couldn't have been more wrong.

Only when there is an irreplaceable cash cow, you want the wind to be windy, to be rainy, and everyone is obedient to yourself, can you be carefree.

However, no one is good for a thousand days, and no flower is red for a hundred days. Oh, how long do you think this can last?

At that time, the three immortals gathered and were dazzling, and it was difficult to say that there was no reason for each other's reflection. The departure of the two immortals of Zhulian not only took away the extreme glory of Ning Cui Building, but also indicated that the glorious era belonging to the three of them was about to pass.

In fact, this era has really passed, and it is only a short month, which shows that the benefactor's heart is erratic.

At that time, there was only one Rong Song left, the lone star was difficult to see, and the scenery was no longer there, so she slowly fell silent with Ning Cui Lou.

Two years later, she was eighteen years old, Shaohua was passing away, a stubble was so tender that she could pinch out the water and the girl rushed out, the cardamom years were like a cluster of delicate flowers swaggering in the wind, Rong Song, a tree in the spring sun, finally experienced summer and autumn, and in early winter, it was even more difficult to provoke people's eyelids. She watched Lu Yue and a group of little girls with vulgar qualifications take their positions, and they became a few bad cards that Ning Cuilou tried to turn over, but it was difficult to win.

Rong Song thinks very highly of himself, has experienced the ups and downs of life, and has reached a rather embarrassing age and still has no way to settle, it is inevitable to sigh that the luck is not good, the injustice of heaven, and the broad character has also changed, and gradually leaned on the narrow. I couldn't help but start to bring the old look on my face, and I brought out a sour breath when I spoke, neither yin nor yang. In this way, what man would want to see her resentful face?

Originally, Yu's mother doted on her, and everyone respected her as an immortal in Yaochi, and they got along happily. But now that she is so cautious and petty, there is no one in her eyes, where is she still the grace of the year? Slowly, the girls were unconvinced. It is difficult for her to make money, and Yu's mother, as a businessman, only thinks of the old love as a helper, although she has never been blamed on the surface, but she really doesn't like her lack of self-awareness and refusal to be flexible.

Now Rong Song is quite different from everyone and has become a very embarrassing loner.

At this moment, Lu Yueming replied clearly: It's because I'm tired of serving Liang Gongzi.

This is nothing in the Wind Moon Field, which one doesn't understand? said that it was big, that is, it was a little arrogant.

When the sisters who were close to her heard this, they all covered their mouths with fans and giggled, not taking it seriously; I listened to a few things that I was not used to seeing her on weekdays, so I spat on her a few times in my heart, and the corners of my eyes slanted up a few times, but nothing was revealed on my face.

At this time, Rong Song, who was sitting next to her, was still sending autumn waves to Liang Gongzi, and Rong Song, who wanted to entrust her life day and night, was very red when she saw each other. In addition, after listening to her unconcealed words, she was so angry that she smoked, her eyebrows were crooked, and a pair of nails like onions under the handkerchief were almost broken by Qi Gen.

Lu Yue is only thirteen, Rong Song will be eighteen in the blink of an eye, how many years can she wait? How many people can pick? Seeing that there are fewer and fewer men coming to her, and occasionally a few want to redeem her and go back to be a concubine, she can't look down on her appearance and net worth, so she simply throws her face and chases people, so she is so high and low, and she has stumbled to this day.

Liang Gongzi is the only son of the prefect Liang, and he has been arrogant since he was a child, and everyone in the city knows it. He is also a veteran in the wind and moon, he is not very old, and he is handsome, but he sleeps in flowers and willows every day, and he has seen any scene and any flower girl. A month ago, Liang Gongzi entered the deserted Ningcui Building on a whim, held a plain silk fan and looked around, watching the girls dressed up one by one but being picked at random like leftovers, the corners of his thin mouth were a little contemptuous.

Rong Song had already heard of this rich and good-looking young man, and thought that if she obeyed him, she would be willing. I have already secretly promised people before I have met, and now that I have met a real person, how can I not seize the opportunity to express myself?

On that day, she seemed to have forgotten her bold words of "I will never serve others with lust in this life".

I saw that she wore the hundred-layer flower skirt customized by herself when she was the three immortals of Yaochi, revealing her snow-white breasts, combing a high flying bun, hairpinning a prosperous peony and two gold-inlaid red phoenix hairpins, a pair of ice bone pear flower bracelets on her wrist jingled, bare and delicate jade feet, step by step lotus, ten fingers turning flowers, single and soft, dancing posture, waist soft and boneless twisting, not to mention that the face is delicate and lovely, bright eyes are kind - everyone says, no wonder she was ranked among the three immortals back then, Miss Rongsong is really a wonderful person!