Looking at those rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs flying towards the iron cage as if they didn't want money, Wang Chuan remembered the street he had seen before, and couldn't help but sigh, it seems that it is the same everywhere. I really didn't expect that this huge empire, which has experienced many time-traveling emperors, would turn the street parade into an image project.

The loss is that Mrs. Fu is a martial arts master, so she doesn't need to worry about being stoned to death, but it saves the planner a lot of expenses. If it is an ordinary prisoner, the government is afraid that it will only dare to be rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs, and stones will not dare to use it.

"Xiliang City's efficiency is really high, is this going to be executed overnight?"

Wang Chuan asked.

The guard scratched his head and said, "I can't figure it out, I've never seen anything like this before." Perhaps. ”

The door of the house creaked open, and Wang Chuan turned around and saw the warbler and swallow fish rushing in.

The guard closed the window and said, "Leave him alone." Wang catches quickly, it's rare to come to my Xiliang once, why bother to take care of Na Laoshizi's official business? Put down your mood, be happy and enjoy the cool style of the west, this is the right thing! ”

Before the two walked back to sit up, the sisters all came in. The old bustard stood on the side and said with a smile: "Say hello to the two masters." ”

The sisters and sons didn't care about the extraterritoriality of the Divine Dynasty, all of them had the standard etiquette of the Divine Dynasty, bent their knees slightly, bowed their knots, and said, "Lord is well." ”

"Alright, alright."

The guards are silly.

Wang Chuan suddenly had a sense of déjà vu. Isn't this a scene I've seen in movies and television when I was in another world? Will the boss of this Kangle Red Mansion also cross over?

Is this world a fucking sieve?

The guard said: "Brother Wang is a distinguished guest, Brother Wang picks first?" "At this time, it is not commensurate with catching fast.

Wang Chuan looked left and right and asked, "Is there anyone who knows how to play the piano?" ”

The guards clapped their hands and praised: "Brother Wang is worthy of being from the capital, so elegant and interesting." ”

The old bustard immediately stepped forward and said, "Yes, yes, yes!" The distinguished guest is extraordinary, and if you know how to appreciate it, it is better to let Zhi'er serve you. When he said that, he pulled out a woman, with a plump figure, a gorgeous description, but a little outstanding.

The woman smiled abruptly and bowed slightly to Wang Chuan. Wang Chuan could naturally see that there was some truth and some hypocrisy in this smile, but in such a Fengyue place, there was no need to break it.

The old bustard said: "My Zhi'er not only has good piano and flute, but also has one of the best wonders. As he spoke, he pinched the woman's cheek and said, "Guest, look at it, this skin is so white and tender." Zhi'er's full name is Yang Zhiji, and in our Xiliang City, we all call her mutton fat Ji. The skin is like mutton fat, and that mutton fat. What do guests like? ”

This way of selling goods is not the same as on both sides of the Qinglong River, it is too direct and rude, which makes Wang Chuan a little uncomfortable.

"Yes, just her."

Wang Chuan said.

The old bustard patted the woman and said, "Why don't you take the honored guest to your house quickly." ”

"Got it, Mom."

The mutton fat Ji said, the unique quiet and peaceful voice that was incompatible with the spot way here. This sense of contrast adds a bit of charm to her.

The guard said, "Brother Wang, go and enjoy, and I will look for you again tomorrow." When he said that, he couldn't wait to pick his own.

"Honored guest, please come with me."

Sheep fat Ji said, and when Wang Chuan approached, he turned around and went out. Wang Chuan then followed, went downstairs, passed a small courtyard, and came to a small courtyard.

"This is your yard?"

Wang Chuan asked.

"Yes."

Sheep fat Ji said, "Mother is kind and gives me a small courtyard to live alone and pick up guests." As he spoke, he opened the door of the house in the courtyard and led Wang Chuan in.

The red candles in the house were not extinguished, the windows were lightly covered, and a trace of fresh wind slipped in through the cracks in the windows, blowing the candlelight swaying, and the red tents were like waves.

Sheep Fat Ji closed the door, lit two red candles, and asked, "What do you want to hear?" ”

"You play whatever you want."

Wang Chuan went directly to the bed and waited for hypnosis. I've been tired enough these days, and it's good to have someone play music to promote sleep.

Sheep Fat Ji took out the piano, put it on the table, and said, "I heard that there is a new kind of music art in the capital, which is very popular. There are also allusions in the song, which make people cry. I don't know how to make such a fascinating tune. I'm just a few old tunes, and I hope you don't dislike it. ”

"Uh......"

Wang Chuan thought about whether to tell Yang Fat Ji that he was the driving force behind the new opera in Beijing, but obviously there was little convincing in his empty words. He closed his eyes and said, "You play first." ”

Sheep Fat Ji nodded, stroked the piano with her fingers, and began to play.

The sound of the piano curled out, dispelling the noise outside the courtyard. The melodious piano music made Wang Chuan feel that he had been taken away from Xiliang, returned to the capital, and went to the south of the Yangtze River with small bridges and flowing water.

——I didn't expect that in the land of Xiliang, there would be such a quiet and gentle woman with such delicate piano music.

Wang Chuan barely made up such a little feeling in his mind, and fell asleep in a daze amid the sound of the piano.

The hypnotic effect of qin music on him has always been first-class.

Outside the bed tent, Sheep Fat Ji is still playing the piano music seriously, playing extra focused. She also thought that today's guest was really unique, worthy of coming from the capital. You must know that most of the benefactors who come here, watching the piano and listening to the music are just a starting point, pretending to be elegant, usually a song can not be played, and they are finished playing. Now that I've been playing for so long, this distinguished guest from the capital has always been willing to listen, and he's really a good person!

It's rare to have a bosom friend, and I have been crying and no one knows the song. Nowadays, if someone is willing to listen quietly to their own playing, how can they waste a lot of time? Sheep fat Ji also came to be interested, and played to her heart's content.

It wasn't until midnight that she was playing happily and tired, and then she said, "Honorable guest, it's late at night, it's time to go to bed." I didn't see a reaction, and when I got up and looked at the bed, I finally understood the truth of the matter, and I wanted to cry without tears.

……

Wang Chuan dreamed of a night of fairy music fluttering, in the dream Chen Lian girl didn't know where to get a white dress to wear, sitting on the lotus platform, holding a white jade bottle, a few willow branches inserted in the mouth of the bottle, a little familiar. Wang Chuan listened to the background music that popped up the piano sound, looked at Chen Lian and said to himself with a serious face: "Tang Sanzang, I know you are very verbose, but I didn't expect you to be so verbose. I'll strangle you! ”

In an instant, Chen Lian's arm grew violently and flew towards Wang Chuan. Wang Chuan was startled and woke up, the sound of the piano disappeared in an instant, and the sky was already bright.

Sheep Fat Ji was lying on the table, and the moment Wang Chuan sat up in shock, he also sat up straight, got up and asked, "Can you rest?" The voice was faint, as if he was talking to a negative Bo Yukiro.

Wang Chuan scratched his head and said, "It's okay." "I haven't recovered from my sleep for a while, and Guanyin Chen Lian and Mutton Fat Ji overlapped, making people a little trance.

Damn, I've been poisoned by Mrs. Fu!

Wang Chuan shook his head and thought. 88106