Mo Ziyu was taken by Su Jin to the private room on the second floor, she opened the window with a smile, and below was the stage for the election of the Oiran.

With the sound of the piano, a woman in red clothes and a red scarf was dancing in the center of the stage. Her dance steps are soft and powerful, and her eyes are charming and fierce. Although I didn't see the face under this scarf, she should be a beautiful woman.

Mo Ziyu was fascinated, and with the woman's movements, she was brought into the story that the woman wanted to express, and this body movement was so infectious.

Not only Mo Ziyu was fascinated by it, but the audience below was also fascinated.

Su Jin wandered away from this dream, and said with a smile: "Her name is Matchmaker, she likes red the most, and her dancing skills are outstanding, and she only came to the Tibetan Fragrance Pavilion half a year ago." But as soon as she came here, she used her excellent dancing to become the most popular girl in the Tibetan Incense Pavilion. How many sons and sons spend a lot of money just to see her beauty! But the matchmaker has a strange temperament, has always worn a veil, and has never shown her true face. You say that this person is not strange, the more mysterious things are, the more sought after. The more arrogant the matchmaker is, the more different they feel she is. Although today is the day of the election of the Oiran, the other people are just accompanying the prince to study, and this Oiran is hers nine times out of ten. ”

After the piano sounded, the matchmaker also made a perfect ending to end a performance, and the applause was thunderous and the cheers were deafening.

The matchmaker still proudly glanced at her supporters in the audience, her eyes didn't move, and she slowly walked off the stage.

And Mo Ziyu's eyes fell on the back of a white curtain next to the stage, where a white-clothed pianist sat with an expressionless plucking of the strings.

Mo Ziyu recognized him immediately, and a few months ago, Mi Zi had a dispute in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the violinist was also present at that time.

"Who is that?" asked Mo Ziyu.

"His name is Ah Xuan, and he is the person with the most beautiful sound of the piano in the capital. Su Jin covered his mouth and laughed, "He not only plays the piano well, but also has a handsome appearance and elegant temperament, I don't know how many girls in our Tibetan incense building fall in love with him!"

Whether it was a hurried meeting in the Yellow Crane Tower that day, or looking at each other from a distance today, this violinist gave Mo Ziyu a very unusual feeling, always feeling that he seemed to contain a secret, hiding some kind of ambition, and under his elegant temperament was a tumbling murderous aura.

Is he just a luthier?

Why do you have a certain sense of déjà vu for him?

"Where is he from?" Mo Ziyu asked, "It doesn't look very close." ”

"He also came to the Zangxiang Pavilion half a year ago, no one knows where he came from, everyone only knows that he is called Ah Xuan. Su Jin said, "There is one thing that the prince is right, that is, he is indeed not easy to approach. Although he is in our gentle township, I have never heard of him being entangled with any girl. But why is Childe so interested in him? Could it be that Childe is good at this? Then the slave family can persuade Childe to dispel this idea as soon as possible, Ah Xuan is not that kind of person!"

"Listening to his piano, it's a story. Mo Ziyu said lightly, "So I want to get to know him." In a few days, there is a birthday in the family, maybe invite him to play the piano to celebrate his birthday?"

It depends on his mood. Su Jin smiled, "But Childe can understand his piano, he shouldn't refuse Childe!"

Whether it was the matchmaker or Ah Xuan, Mo Ziyu had never talked to them face-to-face, because they made her feel threatened in her eyes, which made her feel very uncomfortable, but she also had a heart for these two people.

And at the same time, in the private room next to her.

A man of twenty-five or sixteen leaned against the window, his clothes were a little untidy, but he looked like he had a different taste, holding a wine jug in one hand, watching the dance below while drinking, and sighed: "I have seen the dance of the matchmaker, and the dance of other people is like chicken ribs, and the food is tasteless." Don't drink, come and have a look, it's really not fun!"

Not far from him was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with a face like a crown of jade, who only cared about drinking and turning a deaf ear to the man's words.

"I really didn't expect that you would really go to Lingyin Temple that day. Situ Jiexing jumped down from the window, grabbed the peanuts on the table, threw them into the air, caught them with his mouth and chewed them, "I knew that I almost killed you, so I won't tell you." But you really have such a deep affection for that kid from the Qi Wang family, and you are willing to risk your life to save him?"

"It's not about you. Qi Zi said lightly.

"When you need me, just ask me to do things, and when you don't need me, it has nothing to do with me, Master Mi, you really turn your face and don't recognize people!" Situ Jiexing snorted, "Don't beg me again next time." ”

"I'll ask you something!" Qi Zi scratched her hair, "If you keep thinking about a woman in your head, what is the reason?"

"Woman?" Situ Jiexing looked gossipy, and hurriedly ran over and hugged Qi Zi's shoulder, "You have finally opened your mind! What else could it be? You fell in love with her! I thought you were still thinking about the dead princess Qin! Tell my brother, which family's daughter do you like?"

Mi Zi frowned: "She has a husband......

"Oops!" Situ Jiexing shook his head in surprise, "A married woman, amazing, amazing! Brother Mi Zi, I didn't expect you to make a move, it's just that you are so shocking when you make a move! I said do you have some kind of complex for married women, or do you want to challenge the secular etiquette?"

"Fuck off!" Qi Zi got up angrily, "I shouldn't have told you about this." ”

"Brother Mi Zi, don't go!" Situ Jiexing hurriedly chased out, "Tell my brother, which lady is it, oh, no, it's the lady of which family that makes you so haunted!"

As soon as Mo Ziyu walked out of the door of the private room, she met Mi Zi with an unhappy face, she was shocked, how could she let him bump into her shopping in the green building, and subconsciously wanted to hide. After thinking about it, he was wearing a human skin mask now, and he shouldn't know himself, so he passed by him with peace of mind.

Although Mo Ziyu was wearing a human skin mask, the Qing Ling beside her did not have any concealment, and Qi Zi recognized at a glance that this little maid was not the one who served in front of the Seventh Lady?

"Stop!"

Qing Ling's footsteps paused slightly, turned around and hugged his fists and said, "I've seen Mi Gongzi." ”

"You don't serve in front of your lady, what are you doing here, this is a place for men!" said Mi Zi and walked over, glancing at Mo Ziyu with a human skin mask, "Who are you?"