The Flower Pavilion, the largest green building in the capital, occupies most of the street. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info the Oiran in the pavilion are all bright and beautiful, and ordinary people can't imagine seeing them. Even if the nobles of the kings and grandsons, the wealthy businessmen and tycoons want to make an appointment, I am afraid that they will have to spend thousands of taels of silver. This flower pavilion, the main focus is the Qing people, all of whom are talented and good-looking, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and most of them are singing and composing songs and dances on weekdays, arranging some songs and dances, and it is easy not to meet with guests alone. is the so-called selling art, not selling oneself.

It's just that in this tragic era, their talent is just a thin veil that is easy to be torn apart by desire, and the attempt is only to sell it for a good price. If it arouses the interest of nobles, all these rules will no longer have the slightest value.

Before Yang Zhen entered this splendid gate, an old bustard turtle slave won up: "Childe, has you booked a room?" Looking for that good girl? ”

Yang Zhen was silent for a moment, and then said to the old bustard: "But it's for private matters." I don't know where Yang is? We came here today, but we took her mother and daughter home. ”

"It turned out to be Yang Gongzi! I don't have to say that I have that heavenly order, that is, my own respect for the general, and I don't dare to snub the two nobles! The two nobles, although they were noisy here, were not disturbed. Today's son comes to pick it up, which is convenient. The old bustard hurriedly responded.

Yang Zhen bowed his head and was about to enter, but the old bustard showed a different color, and finally grabbed Yang Zhen's sleeve.

Yang Zhen looked at her as if she wanted to speak and stopped, and asked, "Sister, Mo has something to say?" ”

"It's... This... How does this go, hey! Yang Gongzi will know when he enters, but for such a reason, don't blame me for waiting! The bustard couldn't explain, so he had to drag Yang Zhen inside.

As soon as he entered the museum, the old bustard stopped, ordered the turtle slave to go, and grabbed Yang Zhen and asked him to wait.

What a big hall! The auspicious clouds are full of auspicious clouds and the phoenix pavilion is full of auspicious clouds, and the heavenly fragrance is full of shadows. The pearls rolled up the curtains, the crystals made the lamps, and the white jade paved the floor. In the sound of fairy music, some dancers wore light blouses and danced.

The dancer twisted her thin waist slightly, and the jade bi hid her sleeves and turned back to the wind, bowed her head and moved the lotus step, and raised her head to the snow lingering in the wind.

When the song is over, the pair of charming eyes full of blue waves look at you from afar, as if you are affectionate, and you are endlessly shy.

Yang Zhen looked at this beautiful scenery, and his mood calmed down a little. Seeing that the bustard had arranged for someone to look for him, he simply waited slowly.

A huge and gorgeous phoenix tail fan was put up, and at this time, the crystal lamp in the hall was also half extinguished, and a night pearl was put in front of the fan, and the stage full of smoke was hazy, and there was a graceful figure flickering behind him, hugging a pipa, and kneeling on the chair.

After a little tuning, the aftermath is still lingering, but the song has already curled:

"Lotus silk dress jade skirt, banana fan bamboo leaves.

The jade hook of the lining skirt is three inches, and the ten fingers of the spring onion are like silver.

The autumn wave is two points true, and the spring mountain is divided into eight characters.

The trembling and majestic clouds and temples, the rouge neck jade is soft and fragrant.

Gently pluck the green peanut halo, obliquely insert the rhino comb and break the clouds.

Falling into the dust by mistake..."

The voice was light, like a warbler, and the song was an ordinary song, but Yang Zhen listened to it, but he moved.

The woman paused slightly, as if whimpering, and then sang:

"Precious like the Hou family's purple tent, as romantic as the red lotus of Xie Mansion.

Lock the spring sorrow and don't let go of the double swallows. The windows are close to each other, the green households are connected, the carvings reflect each other, and the embroidered curtains are linked to each other.

The moss marks are full of elm fruits, and the poplar flowers fly like cotton.

The sorrow is to erase the twilight rain Xiaoxiao, the hate is the sieve sieve sill Xifeng scissors, the love is through the long gate of the night moon Juanjuan, in front of the Lingbo Palace, Bi Linglong covers the face of the Hunan concubine, how can you see it without blessing?

Ten miles of Yangzhou scenery, out of the flow of immortals..."

Yang Zhen suddenly felt that something was wrong, listened carefully to the voice, and before he could react, the phoenix tail fan suddenly opened, and the woman covered her face and bowed slightly, and was about to retreat.

That figure is like a flower shining on the water, and the weak willow supports the wind. She was sad and tearful, and the visitors applauded and pity.

Yang Zhen saw it and exploded!

Yang Yi!

How dare you wait for this?

The old bustard was about to speak, but Yang Zhen pulled out a bloody heart with a claw, he wanted to see, how does this heart grow, dare to tease me?

The old bustard felt a sharp pain, looked down, but saw a large hole in his chest, screamed in horror, and abruptly stopped.

Everyone looked at it, and saw a man behind him, covered in blood, pinching a big heart that was still beating, looking at them and snorting, like a ghost.

The crowd exclaimed and fled.

Yang Zhen pinched and burst the heart, splashing the plasma everywhere.

Yang Zhen flew up and grabbed the spectator who shouted the loudest just now, this spectator was dressed in a gorgeous costume, wearing fine silk, with gold edges embroidered with elegant bamboo leaves, echoing the white jade hair crown on his head. He was originally a handsome son, but now his bones are cold and his hair is standing on end, and he is crazy about swinging.

Yang Zhen reached out and pulled his hair, slowly tore off his ears, and said to him, "You deserve to listen too?" ”

"Ahh

Yang Zhen was about to kick his head, but he felt a strong wind coming from behind, and it turned out to be many strong slave guards, who came with knives, guns and sticks.

The steel knife slashed at his head, and it didn't even scratch the oily skin, only the sound of gold and iron.

The owner of the knife was shocked when he saw this, and was about to retreat, but found that the hand holding the knife had been held by the bloody hand.

His hand was like a withered branch, gently snapped off.

The man took the knife, put it in his mouth, chewed it a little, and swallowed it.

The owner of the knife was about to scream, but the handle of the knife was inserted into his mouth, and his eyes bulged out, and he could no longer speak.

The house slaves collapsed on the spot and fled in all directions, never daring to oppose them again.

Yang Zhen got up and wanted to pounce, but Yang Yi's angry shout sounded behind him.

"Stop!"