Zhen Niang is on the stall, on the stall, on the stall,

Therefore, I came to Yang Ping'an tonight and asked for something, even if Yang Ping'an unceremoniously refused the maid Yun'er's message, Zhenniang still came in person.

Last night's assassination, under the desperate protection of the dragon guard, she was not injured, and she was not even disturbed, and the assassins composed of the sword guards were not able to break into her room at all, but she was in huge trouble, and all the music and dance scores she carried with her were stolen.

She is a famous person in Suzhou, she is a famous kabuki in the south of the Yangtze River, naturally there are many music scores and dance scores, and she will perform a song and dance every time she goes to this way, and express her gratitude to the local people for their support.

But just last night, when there was a mess in the inn, her box where she stored music and dance scores was lost.

Could it be that last night was the guy who stole all her scores, thinking of the sheet music he found at the bedside this morning, Yang Ping'an thought it was true,

Could it be that she knew that the thief was in my house last night, Yang Ping'an scratched his head and pretended to be puzzled: "It's lost, then you should go to check on the internal annihilation, what do you want me to do." ”

"It's not in a hurry to find out the details, the top priority is to solve the matter of the score......" Speaking of this, Zhen Niang looked at Yang Ping'an in embarrassment, and her beautiful eyes were full of sorrow,

Zhen Niang's biggest problem is the Mid-Autumn Festival night on August 15, singing and dancing in the palace, originally she has collected a suitable music score and dance score, and rehearsed all the way, but now the music score and dance score are all lost, she can only start all over again,

Now there is less than a month before August 15, during this time, as long as she is willing to spend a lot of money, she will be able to get music and dance scores again, but rehearsals take time, especially singing and dancing together, it takes a lot of time.

The palace offers singing and dancing, which is unusual, and there can be no small difference pool,

She has asked someone to collect the score everywhere, and when the score is in hand, she can find someone to choreograph the music according to the tune of the score.

If it is not imminent to participate in the Luoyang song and dance feast, then the song and dance performance in Yanshi a few days later is really overwhelming.

Yanshi is different from other places, it is too close to Luoyang, she can't use the old song and dance to deal with it, because this time there will be a large number of princes and nobles from Luoyang to enjoy her song and dance performance.

Originally, she still had two spare sets of compositions, from which she could choose one set to perform in Yanshi, but now they are both lost.

It is precisely because of this that she let people let out the wind today, saying that she was frightened and that the song and dance performance was postponed for a few days, but in fact, she has been looking for a solution.

Today, she discussed with the eight dancers around her, but she didn't discuss the result, because the time is too short, not to mention choreographing according to the score, it is to find the right score, master the music, I'm afraid there is not enough time,

After thinking about it again and again, she thought of the sound of the piano she heard that night, and finally decided to ask Yang Ping'an for help.

In the past few days, because of the three exclamations that night, she didn't know how to face Yang Ping'an, so she kept avoiding it, even if Bai Yueli didn't inadvertently touch it, she would leave immediately.

But now that the situation is pressing, she has to come to Yang Ping'an, even if she only feels that her upper lips are sweet, her chest is hot, and she is uncomfortable.

"The slave family still remembers the music that the son played, but I don't know if the son is willing to cut his love, if the son has any requests, the slave family will definitely meet them." After speaking, Zhenniang got up and bowed, and looked at Yang Ping'an pleadingly,

"Girl, please get up." Yang Ping'an hurriedly got up to help, and his palm inadvertently touched Zhenniang's soft twing, only to feel cold and delicate, smooth as beads,

"Ahh Zhen Niang groaned softly again, took half a step back, and withdrew her hand without a trace, "Childe is willing to help the slave family this time." ”

Her eyes became more and more sad and helpless, and her pleading eyes saw that Yang Ping'an felt pity in her heart, Yang Ping'an poured a cup of herbal tea for her, thought for a moment, and asked: "The girl is famous in Suzhou, and Yang Shuo is valued by the old man, why do you have to return to Luoyang, and be frightened along the way." ”

"The slave family is the ...... of the Tang people"

I have to say that Zhen Niang is like her name, Zhen Niang is strong, and it is a last resort to fall into the Qinglou, but she can keep her body like a jade and keep the festival, but her own chastity is only a small section, loyalty to the court, not to be with the thief is the big festival, Zhen Niang is self-conscious, even if she pays her surname,

Yang Ping'an had always suspected that Zhen Niang had another purpose for approaching him, so many inns did not live, but he wanted to live in his own humble Ping'an Inn; Especially what he said just now that "any request can be met", which made him seriously suspect that the other party was here to seduce him.

It's been almost a year and a half since he came to Datang, Liu Qingqing of Tiancewei and Xue Jie of Yingwei have seduced him successively, could this Zhenniang be Longwei's person who came to seduce him?

This suspicion was not reduced until Zhenniang said those big and small words,

"What if I don't agree." Yang Ping'an said tentatively,

Zhen Niang's eyes froze, turned around gloomily, said "disturb the son", and walked slowly towards the door, the thin figure, under the swaying of the candlelight, reflected a lonely and lonely shadow, helpless and panicked,

"Wait a minute."

"Is there anything else going on with Childe?" Zhen Niang, who had walked to the door, slowly turned around,

"You just said that you can agree to any request."

Zhen Niang's body trembled slightly, and there was a panicked look in her eyes: "The slave family has always been just a showman, if the son is willing, the slave family is willing to sing and dance alone for the son." ”

When I was in Suzhou, in the entire south of the Yangtze River, few people could enjoy the treatment of Zhenniang singing and dancing alone, even if the princes and nobles and everyone in the world did not dare to bully others and forcibly coerce.

"I'm not interested in singing and dancing alone."

"Then, I don't know what Childe wants." Zhen Niang took half a step back, her hands subconsciously covering her chest, panicked in her heart,

"You don't have to be so afraid, as long as you remove the veil." Zhen Niang, regardless of her skin, figure, or voice, is first-class, but in the end, the white veil covers her face, which makes Yang Ping'an's heart itch, and she always wants to see her face.

Send Zhen Niang a song, that's a small problem, as long as he doesn't show up, and he agrees with Zhen Niang that she is not allowed to say no,

As for whether Zhenniang will be Long Wei, just like Liu Qingqing and Xue Jie to seduce him, he doesn't feel like it, and he has never caused trouble because of the harmonica,

This request, Zhen Niang has encountered a lot, when in Suzhou, many times people took advantage of the wine, asked her to take off the veil, and even willing to spend a lot of money for it, but she refused,

After hesitating for a while, she said softly: "If the slave family is willing to take off the veil, the son is willing to cut his love." ”

"No questions, but the trouble girl takes two steps this way, it's too dark over there."

Zhen Niang took a deep breath, finally made up her mind, and walked to the opposite side of Yang Ping'an, closer to the oil lamp on the table, and then sighed lightly, closed her eyes, and slowly took off the veil.

But seeing that her face was pale, and if she had a sick countenance, although the candlelight flickered, there was still no blood on her face, and she looked even more elegant and vulgar, and her appearance was extremely beautiful.

The beautiful eyes are slightly closed, the long eyelashes tremble slightly, the juanxiu face looks blurred in the candlelight, the snow-white skin, against the backdrop of a snow-white gauze skirt, is like a white lotus, beautiful but not demonic, outstanding, people dare not give birth to a blasphemous heart,

A beautiful mole on the right side of the corner of her mouth adds a touch of charm to her delicate face, which is haunting.

Seeing Zhen Niang's appearance clearly, Yang Ping'an's heart trembled, his eyes widened, getting closer and closer, and his rapid snort even spit on Zhen Niang's delicate face.

"Childe ......" Zhen Niang felt a fiery approach, nervous in her heart, as soon as she spoke, she felt that she was wrapped in that fiery mass, and she was tightly held in her arms by Yang Ping'an,

"Ah, don't ...... childe" was only worried that Yang Ping'an wanted to misbehave, and was afraid that the screams would attract the guards outside the house, and being seen as an indecent scene, Zhen Niang snorted lightly, and she wanted to push hard with both hands, wanting to break free from Yang Ping'an's arms,

"Wenjie, is that you?"

When he saw Zhen Niang's face, Yang Ping'an was obsessed, not because he was obsessed with Zhen Niang's beauty, but because Zhen Niang's appearance was almost exactly the same as his girlfriend in later life, and even the position of the beauty mole did not seem to have changed.

Wenjie is his first love, who has been in love for five years from high school to college, but was killed by a car accident, and he never even saw her for the last time, which became a heart disease in his heart.

Seeing Zhenniang, he only thought that the woman in front of him was his first love, and he couldn't help hugging each other.

He can cross, who said Wenjie can't cross,

Feeling Zhenniang's struggle, he said sadly: "Wenjie, it's me......"

Thinking of his soul and his appearance changed greatly, he hugged Zhenniang tightly and sang softly in his ear:

"It was the lamp that lit reincarnation in the previous life;

Still haven't finished this life,

It's a vine full of knotted hair in front of the window,

Or the wind around you,

Who rang the bell in front of the Buddha,

will have the meeting in this life,

It's a rune thrown in the water,

That's why I'm stupid, etc.,

Your eyes unravel the past life in your dreams,

How many moles of sorrow have fallen from the eyebrows,

I only complain about why the will of heaven leaves so many fools,

but they will not let me see your thoughts,

……

The years are ruthless and crazy, and several degrees of emptiness leave lovesickness,

Remembering the mole you said only beauty has,

I remember the oath we made to heaven that year,

I carved your name with a tattoo,

whether it is lucid or dreaming;

Thinking of your heartache,

The smile you used to have,

It's empty in the blink of an eye. ”

This Hou Zongchen's "Beauty Mole" was specially learned to sing to Wen Jie back then, whenever he sang this song, Wen Jie would snuggle up in his arms, close his eyes, smile, and listen to him sing quietly,

This song is the love song he sang to her, it is a song that belongs to the two of them,

Over and over again, Yang Ping'an hugged Zhen Niang and kept repeating the song "Beauty Mole", Zhen Niang struggled more and more lightly, and gradually stopped.

The eyes that had just been opened because of the fright gradually closed, as if they were moved by this unique tune and different lyrics, tears appeared in the corners of their eyes, and their hands that had nowhere to put passed through Yang Ping'an's waist unconsciously, and gently stayed on Yang Ping'an's thick back.

The night breeze is slow, the singing is faint, and in the tranquility and serenity, the candle flame is swaying and jumping, and the two long figures on the ground gradually blend together......