Sikong Yao pondered bitterly, her eyebrows and eyes were cold, "Liang Zhen, I need you to help me." ”

She was wrapped in white and sat in a wheelchair, like an ice sculpture beauty, but the hatred in her eyes was blazing silent.

"Every year on September 18, the Qiushui Pavilion will hold a drunken song and song, and the piano girls will run for three rounds to elect the autumn water oiran for the new year. I need you to come to the banquet as a woman and participate in this Oiran race. ”

Ying Ori looked at her and asked, "Why?" ”

Sikong Yao closed her eyes in resignation, and the corners of her lips suppressed hatred, "I don't want that woman to sit in the position of Oiran." ”

"Are you talking about Oiran Midori?"

"It's not her, the position of the Oiran of the Autumn Water Pavilion in the past five years is in her hands, if I want to make trouble from it, why wait until now. I'm talking about, Mu Qingzhi! ”

Sikong Yao's face flashed a hint of scorn, and she said lightly: "I have checked her, she has been in Qiushui Pavilion for less than a year, and she has already won the favor of the nobles of Jinjia City, if nothing else, this year's Oiran is the choice, it is none other than her." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Ying Zhichu's appearance, although the green hairpin pulled her hair carefully, it couldn't cover her full of grace, and the robe posture Lanzhi Yushu could still vaguely glimpse a little bit of slenderness and gentleness.

There is no better candidate than her.

"But if you compete at the same time, she's going to lose."

Ying Chuchu shook his head and sighed lightly: "You are sure of me, Qiushui Pavilion is a case against Yu Guo with piano skills, how do you know that I can do it?" ”

Sikong Yao's eyebrows were slightly raised, and contempt flashed in her eyes, "As far as her three or two last skills, I am still sure." ”

"You're wrong again, even if she doesn't play well, I won't necessarily be able to beat her, I'm not good at playing the piano."

After speaking, her heart ached slightly, everyone pays attention to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she was born obsessed with dancing, although her father invited a famous teacher to force her to learn piano music, but she still felt that her piano skills were difficult to get into the elegant hall.

When she was young, she wondered, what was wrong with dancing?

But one day, she realized why her father didn't like her to dance, and why he often frowned at her.

It's not that the dance is wrong, it's that she's wrong, she's wrong.

Sikong Yao didn't notice her strange appearance, her eyes were bright, and she said softly: "You only need to learn one song, and you can easily beat her." ”

Ying Zhichu was more curious in his heart because of her words, "Poof, since you have such a peerless famous song, why don't you go in person?" ”

The gentle banter converged into the embroidery needle in the cotton, and the hatred pierced the fear deep in Sikong Yao's heart.

She looked at her in amazement, her fingertips clenching the veil of her skirt, tearing out white wrinkles.

"Do you think I don't want to go? Liang Zhen, do you think I don't want to stand in the sun and smash that woman? Her voice trembled and shriek, and her body was full of resentment and meanness.

Ying Zhichu pursed his lips and looked down at her, lowering his eyebrows.

"Hehe, I don't want to, I don't want to beat her openly, put aside these worldly external things, and compete with her fairly, but my body is running out of time, and I can't last up to this banquet in front of people."

Sikong Yao's eyes were three points correct, and the anger between her eyebrows was seven points, but her voice was calm and light, "I want everyone in the world to know that whether it is a song or a person, she can't win me a single point." ”

Although Ying Zhichu had never seen Mu Qingzhi in person, the soft crying across the boudoir door that night caused Yang Shuwen to tremble and feel distressed.

"Why, is it just for that man?" She looked at Sikong Yao and said that she was puzzled.

If you talk about scholars, there are many in the world.

Why him?

Sikong Yao's cold face was soaked with death, she breathed slowly, and said lightly: "I want her to taste, what it feels like to lose what she wants most." ”

The gloom slipped past the tip of her heart, and her voice was a little lower, "She wants an oiran and a phoenix string, but I just let her do nothing." ”

Sorrow and hatred fell on his face, and the desolate and cruel Ying Zhichu turned his face away, "Why should I help you? ”

"Because, you need to establish yourself in Jinjia City, don't you?" Sikong Yao looked sure that she would not refuse, "I can help you find out the clues you need to find, you need to gain a foothold, you need money, everything you need, after the matter is completed, I can give it to you." ”

"Miss Sikong has a big breath." Ying Zhichu brushed up her slightly messy hair and pinned it behind her ear, refusing: "I don't need it, I still don't need a poor person like you to help me." ”

"Poor man? Hehe......" Sikong Yao shook his head lightly, "You are wrong, the real pitiful person is you, my Sikong family has a big business, and with a pinch of it, tens of thousands of ants can be wiped out, and Liang Zhen, what kind of storm can you set off as an orphan girl?" ”

Ying Zhichu tasted the provocation and contempt in and out of his words, but he was still unmoved.

"You're not helping me, you're helping yourself." Her ink pupils locked on Ying Zhichu, quietly waiting for her reply.

Orphan girl, helpless, are all facts.

can be willful, sensitive and arrogant, and she is also her.

Ying Zhichu was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly, "You found the wrong person." ”

She turned away without hesitation or slackness.

It is true that she wants revenge, but she is not a pawn in the hands of others.

"What if that?"

A sad laugh ran through his ears, Sikong Yao stood up trembling slightly, took a humiliating step, and the white skirt suddenly hung to the ground, fitting the blue bricks of the courtyard.

She didn't care about the cold and hard pain on her knees, and smiled miserably at Ying Zhichu's back: "If I beg you, can you agree?" ”

Ying Zhichu looked back in surprise, and saw that the woman's proud eyebrows and eyes were full of sadness, and she knelt on the ground in white clothes, like a lily broken by the wind and rain, withered and helpless.

Ying Zhichu closed his eyes helplessly, "Why are you suffering?" ”

"As I said, he's different." Sikong Yao inhaled slightly, her face full of extravagant memories, "I like him, so I have to do something." ”

Ying Zhichu didn't know what she meant by doing something, and was even annoyed that she had calculated every time, but she still nodded.

"I promise you."

Eat soft, as if she is fatally flawed.

……

Sikong Yao saw that she should go down, and his heart was full of stones.

She got up in embarrassment and sat back in her wheelchair, and the sadness on her face gradually faded, as if she was still a high-ranking Miss Sikong.

She turned her wheelchair and whispered to the side, "You come with me." ”

Ying Zhichu followed behind her, walked into the study, the thick fragrance of flowers wafted everywhere, she covered her nose with her hand, and watched Sikong Yao turn her wheelchair to walk in front of the bookcase, she reached out to press the copper bell on the bookcase.

"Jingle bell~" The copper bell shook dullly, and the wall behind the bookcase slowly opened.

A secret room emerges.

Ying Zhichu was surprised, she thought that the copper bell was just an ornament, but she didn't expect that there was something else.

Sikong Yao picked up the oil lamp on the table, "I have something to show you." ”

Without waiting for Ying Weaving's first reply, he went to the secret room first.

Ying Zhi saw her lead the way for the first time, let go of the mustard in his heart, and followed her into the secret room.

The secret room is not clearer and brighter than the outside, but it is also half the size of the study, the spare place is full of wooden shelves, and the indoor layout is more warm and fragrant.

Ying Zhichu walked around the room and watched these famous guqins.

"When I first came, Steward Wang mentioned that his young lady had a good piano, and I wondered, why I hadn't seen a piano for so long to teach, it turned out that it was all hidden in the secret room."