"Well, I'm afraid this is not Miss Zhuang Mengdie's original intention, it is Qianxiang Pavilion that takes advantage of the situation to collect money, brothers, regardless of them, we rush over. ”

"Good. ”

These men, who didn't have the money to pay the tickets, but wanted to see Zhuang Mengdie's demeanor, relied on the overwhelming number of people, so they rushed towards the gate of Qianxiang Pavilion.

Bang bang!

"Ouch!"

With the sound of fists hitting the **, and the screams of dozens of people after they were knocked out, everyone who was originally rushing stopped their steps.

In the Qianxiang Pavilion, Yu Guan walked out of a row of big men with two meters tall and knotted muscles, all of whom were full of anger and angry eyes, staring at the men who wanted to take the opportunity to make trouble.

"It costs a thousand taels of silver to enter the door, and if you don't have money, get out of the house as soon as possible, who dares to make trouble and break your legs. One of the big men glared fiercely at the crowd and made a thunderous voice.

"Cut. ”

"Hmph. ”

Many people snorted secretly, but after all, they didn't dare to make trouble anymore, and the people who couldn't get a thousand taels of self-ask left in disgrace, and then looked at Qianxiang Pavilion with infinite reluctance, as if they hadn't seen Zhuang Mengdie, and left eternal regret and unwillingness in their hearts.

Of course, there are not a few who can take out a thousand taels, and many people even throw out a dozen silver tickets casually, take the guards, and swagger in.

"One thousand taels of silver tickets, you can enter, but you must stand, and those who are more than five thousand taels will have a seat. At the door of Qianxiang Pavilion, on the big red paper, there was such a sentence.

"Tsk!"

Wu Yingying smiled, took out five silver tickets of one thousand taels casually, and said with a smile: "Can I go in?"

"Childe, please. ”

At that moment, there was a special servant who led Wu Yingying into the Qianxiang Pavilion.

A fresh fragrance, blowing in the face, the hall of this Qianxiang Pavilion is very large, the decoration is splendid, there are nearly 100 tables and chairs in the hall, most of them have been occupied.

On the right side of the hall, a pink curtain and beaded curtain separate the hall from Ya.

If you want to enter the private room, you must have 20,000 taels of silver, and you must also have status, and those who do not have status are not eligible to enjoy the private room.

In front of the hall, there was originally a stage, usually, there were young and beautiful girls, plucking the strings, babbling and singing a small tune, but today it is very quiet, want to come here, and then it will be the place where Zhuang Mengdie will take the stage, and then it will be auctioned by the rich, and the one with the highest price can get this woman.

Wu Yingying sat on a chair at random, a little away from the stage, but he just came to see the excitement, the more inconspicuous it was, the more interesting it was.

After sitting down, there was a naked, young and beautiful girl with a fruit plate, melon seeds, and fragrant tea, Wu Nong called softly: Hello son, and then poured a cup of fragrant tea.

Wu Yingying also learned from the others, casually rewarded a silver ticket of fifty taels, and then let the woman who served him leave.

These women were also interested, and at the moment they just smiled flatteringly, twisted their soft waists, and left.

Chapter Fifty-Eight: A Peek into the Future

The hall was already overcrowded, and most of them were wealthy businessmen who were worth a lot of money, of course, there were also men who would rather spend a thousand taels and wanted to see Zhuang Mengdie.

At the door of Qianxiang Pavilion, there were nearly 100 people standing, although they were also dressed luxuriously, but they were not very rich merchants, a thousand taels of silver, relatively speaking, it was already a lot.

After half an hour, the door of Qianxiang Pavilion slowly closed, no longer allowing anyone to enter, the one who should have come has come, if it is late, then I am really sorry, I will not entertain.

Around the hall, there were dozens of burly men in black suits standing with their hands in their hands, with indifferent expressions, obviously the thugs of Qianxiang Pavilion.

Wu Yingying glanced at it and nodded secretly: These thugs also have some skills, most of them are martial cultivators above the sixth grade, and some have the level of eighth-rank martial cultivators.

Qianxiang Pavilion is worthy of being the land of fireworks in the Nine Desolations 6, only ordinary thugs have such strength, and their hidden strength is really not trivial.

At this time.

On the singing stage in the distance, there was a middle-aged woman dressed in flowers and branches walking up with a smile on her face, her appearance was acceptable, and her body was plump, and her charm still existed, but it could also be seen that when she was young, she must also be a lovely girl, but the years are not forgiving, and at her age, it is absolutely impossible to marry.

Needless to say, this middle-aged woman is the old bustard of Qianxiang Pavilion.

The middle-aged woman's face was full of smiles, first bowed angrily to the guests around her, and then said with a smile: "The slave family has asked you to be safe, and the slave family has thanked you for being able to support you today, and I wish you all the uncles to be promoted, prosperous, and healthy." ”

This remark is very smooth, and it is obvious that it is often said, and there is applause at the moment, of course, it is inevitable to coax:

"Old bustard, what nonsense are you talking about, why don't you let Miss Mengdie come out? Today, my son is going to rescue Miss Mengdie and let her get out of this sea of suffering, this dirty place, how can you accommodate Miss Mengdie?"

"As far as you are concerned, how much gold do you have to redeem the dream butterfly girl? Hmph, as far as a loser is concerned, he still dares to speak out, and he is not afraid of flashing his tongue. ”

"You dare to say me, look for death. ”

"Uncle Ben said you, how are you going? Today I will sell Qianxiang Pavilion a face, and I won't do anything with you here, boy, be careful not to have your head cut off at night. ”

The noise suddenly rang out.

On the other hand, the distinguished guests in the private room were very quiet, as if the hall was full of clowns, and they were worthless in their eyes.

Seeing this, the old bustard hurriedly gathered his voice and smiled: "Uncles, don't be impatient, don't be impatient, please listen to me say more." ”

Her voice was not loud, but in the chaotic hall, it reached everyone's ears, and this beautiful kung fu also made the eyes of the knowledgeable masters in the hall brighten.

It turned out that this old bustard was still a master.

"There is still one step away from forming a golden pill, but I am willing to be an old bustard in the Qinglou, and the power of Qianxiang Pavilion is even more powerful than I imagined. ”

Wu Yingying drank the best bamboo leaf green, and seemed to be smiling.

When the middle-aged woman just came out, he knew that this woman's origin was by no means ordinary, after all, she was enough to live a rich life in the world, but she was willing to be an old bustard, and the reason for this could only be said to be the water in the Qianxiang Pavilion, which was very deep.

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As soon as the middle-aged woman's voice fell, the young boys who were arguing stopped their voices, but they breathed heavily and looked at each other viciously.

"Today is a good day and auspicious day, but also the day when the dream butterfly girl came out of the pavilion, she said to the slave family a few days ago, want to find a good family to marry, although the slave family regards the dream butterfly girl as their own daughter, can't bear to see her leave, but it is not good to go against her wishes, so today I invite you to come, after today, I don't know which son the slave family's goddaughter will marry, but our mother and daughter have to separate, and it is difficult to meet from now on. ”

As the bustard spoke, tears fell, as if he was really going to marry his daughter, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, but almost everyone knew that this bustard was acting.

"This mother, you don't have to be sad, after I redeem Miss Mengdie, if you want, you can follow you, and my son will definitely treat you well. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, that's right, I will be kind to my mother. ”

"Me too. ”

At that moment, dozens of sons and brothers said that they would treat the bustard well, and they were almost about to swear an oath to the sky.

The old bustard's eyes flashed with a hint of imperceptible sarcasm, but a happy smile appeared on his face, and he sobbed: "It's a pity that the slave family is reluctant to Qianxiang Pavilion, it's just that, the eldest woman is married, I, as a mother, is not easy to intervene, the slave family will invite the Mengdie girl to come out, but I also hope that the sons will not be excited, everything is still subject to the arrangement of the Mengdie girl." ”

When the bustard twisted his waist and walked down slowly, the sound of rapid breathing in the hall came and went.

These sons and brothers immediately couldn't hold their breath, and began to fantasize about taking Zhuang Mengdie back to the mansion after redeeming him, and he was happy for a while, thinking of this, and even more couldn't help laughing lewdly, which attracted everyone's contempt.

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