Let's not talk about whether it is expensive or not, like Songhetang, who opens the door to do business, as long as he can be allowed to come in after showing his waist card, no matter whether it is a little boy or a big official, the waiters have to serve with all their hearts.

Although it is different from the atmosphere of drunken gold fans in the Qinglou Chu Pavilion, as long as it is in a snobbish place, it will only be more sensitive to identity. If the girls who serve people are targeted, they will only have the share of being manipulated by others, and they can be convinced.

This is something that everyone knows by heart.

In view of the fact that those who come are either rich or expensive, there is no shortage of wishful thinking. According to the words of Aunt Dou, the aunt who taught Xi in the hall, it is-

"It's just a dewy marriage, and it can't turn up much of a storm, but don't be afraid that you go too far and play that tough with them."

Therefore, it is not surprising that this man would be angry at ignoring her.

However, if the stalemate continues, Bao Buqi will still attack her, so her sentence of "dancing girl" is just a gamble according to her own speculation.

The identity of the dancing girl is not ordinary, not to mention that she can enter and exit with a soft sedan chair alone, just because she is qualified to make the guests wait, it can be seen that her status cannot be compared with ordinary maids.

There is no mystery, this is a matter that anyone with a discerning eye can see.

At this time, Wei Yingzheng was choked by her answer, but after a while, he suddenly laughed, and when he smiled, his shoulders, which were originally straight, suddenly became angry.

In the clear laughter, which was a little cloudy, her confused state of mind suddenly sobered up for the most part. Sensing that his attitude was a little loose, Song Zhixi turned his head and was about to leave without delay.

Although the steps were unhurried, and it was almost impossible to find mistakes, it still left a little feigned uneasiness in the light and quiet, and it did not escape the sharp capture of the man's eyes.

Before she knew it, she had turned around the bright yellow lantern. A swarthy figure drew closer behind her, almost overlapping her heels, and her heart fluttered, thinking that he must have doubted what she had said.

Who else could she find help in such a situation? Who can you trust?

After thinking about it like this, the gentle scene of the two of them couldn't help but appear in front of him.

She smiled.

What do you think, you can find the past, but you have nothing to do.

She inhaled slowly, trying her best to distract herself from the surroundings, as if she had caught a glimpse of something. She gritted her teeth ruthlessly, reached over the pillar in the corner, and pushed it with strength, and walked towards the spacious and lively corridor on the side.

Maybe let him believe it thoroughly.

As the woman ran sideways, a pair of soap boots slowly followed. Wei Yingzheng didn't miss it, when the deer fixed his eyes, his eyes glowed......

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Duobao Pavilion is a large partition between the east and the west, and a huge maul fan runs three steps behind the door, not only freeing up a piece of land for its own use, but also isolating the view from the outside.

It's just that inside, the anger that comes out from time to time still doesn't seem to have subsided.

"Look, this hasn't won a name yet, so I'm hurriedly putting up a shelf." I don't know who in the crowd complained again, but this time instead of anyone helping, it was a girl half the size who replied.

"Even Aunt Dou didn't speak, she went outside in person to wait for her news, and the little lady was still talking here."

The little girl stood aside with her hands down, but the argument in her mouth did not stop. She held her head high and said a little jerky: "If you are really jealous, just give up with a thought in your heart, but don't put it on the table and chew your tongue." Not to mention the price drop, but to make people see jokes. ”

The main protagonist who was discussed, that is, the "jealous" woman Baby Ji, but the baby Ji was not present, otherwise no one would dare to talk about it in person.

The baby is valued by Aunt Dou, who can not envy the people present? It's okay not to say this, but as soon as I said it, I said that the seven seven eight eight in the hearts of the women were almost inseparable, and the women subconsciously substituted themselves into the topic.

Referring to Sang and scolding Huai like this, he offended everyone all over the place, and as for the baby concubine, she didn't praise it, but made everyone feel sorry for her.

"Where did the rules come from!" The dancer who was refuted was embarrassed, and she was about to reprimand with her brows, she saw the sisters around her signal, she looked at the opposite side, and suddenly smiled again, and said, "Fu Niangzi, look at her~"

I saw that Mrs. Fu stopped the pu fan she was shaking in her hand, and the fan was against the tip of her nose, and called the little girl with disgust, "Zhan'er, don't fight against it." ”

Everyone sighed: Fu Niangzi finally made a statement.

"Yes—"

The little girl named Zhan'er pursed her lips, and then retreated back to her own lady's side. It's just that an almost imperceptible smile flashed on the girl's immature face, causing several women nearby to pick their eyelids in surprise.

A few people glanced at Quan Dang again, but they didn't see it.

It turned out that he gave the master's will, no wonder he was so bold.

At this time, someone craned his neck and looked out, "We are talking inside, and we shouldn't be able to hear it outside......"

As soon as the words fell, the room suddenly fell silent.

Although these girls are not good at stubble, no one dares to make fun of these in front of Aunt Dou.

I still remember that when I first entered the Songhe Hall, I heard that it was just a trial at first, and the thin silver needles like cow hair were pierced in the skin, just to see their sensitivity, and to intimidate them to scrub their bodies with saffron...... Although it was not their turn to experience these dancing girls personally, they had seen living examples if they were more senior in Songhetang.

is sought after by others, how nourishing their lives can be these days is not a matter of Aunt Dou's words.

"Why is there another late?!"

This familiar voice suddenly came from outside, and it didn't matter at all, but when I thought about it with the memories that were mixed with emotions just now, it scared everyone to raise their hearts to their throats.

"What about the rules? Look at these one by one. Aunt Dou said, but her hands began to pull.

When the slender figure on the fan began to move inward, all eyes finally focused on a girl.

Song Zhixi opened her mouth sneeringly, and hurriedly retracted her unprepared posture, her fingers shuttling and jumping, and she arranged the forbidden steps on the skirt in a regular manner.

She had calculated that when she reached the door, she would hide herself. She dared to do this, and she was sure that the man would not follow up.

didn't think about it, and in a blink of an eye, I saw a mother-in-law looking at her with her eyebrows twisted. The woman didn't talk nonsense, she came up directly and grabbed her sleeve, and pulled her into the house in the blink of an eye.

Before she could explain anything, she glanced at the door with pity, and a tall figure could be seen faintly blocked.

She admits that people are not scary, but this feeling of being followed by others is inevitably a little timiding in retrospect.

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Outside the door.

"The little girl has a delicate temperament, I'm afraid she doesn't understand the sophistication of the people here."

When Aunt Dou said this, she didn't forget to figure out the expression of the man in front of her, the envoy of Xijing had been personally received by her, and of course she knew this son.

But he was here at this moment, which was really unexpected by her.

……

Song Zhixi was thinking about how to justify himself, and as soon as he looked up, he was greeted by another unfamiliar face.

The woman's demeanor is arrogant, and she should be a few years older than her Jing Niang, and when she heard a girl call "Aunt Dou", she knew that this was the one who could call the shots in Songhe Hall.

Song Zhixi raised his eyes again and looked at the door, and sure enough, the person was really gone.

Aunt Dou hung her eyes, this girl's small movements were generous and unabashed, and she couldn't have expressed it more bluntly, obviously afraid of something.

Aunt Dou smiled faintly and paced to her.

Seeing that the person's face was good, Aunt Dou subconsciously brushed away the broken hair on her forehead, only to find that the two shallow eyebrows were even more charming, pondering the two words of the person's explanation, she smiled, "Angry with Aunt Dou?" ”

"This ......" Song Zhixi smiled dumbly, he was neither a dancing girl nor a maid, so naturally he had no reason to lie here, but now with a fake identity, he was still more worried about being exposed, so he respectfully stepped forward and said, "I accepted your love today." ”

Seeing the "loose" waist card on her waist, Aunt Dou said, "Even the Taifu has to give three points of thin noodles when he sees it, do you still have the courage to give him a face?" ”

One sentence made the girls in the house confused.

Song Zhixi's heart tightened, she naturally knew what was going on, and when the flattering words came to her mouth, she turned around, and said shyly, "The servant is restrained, I'm really afraid of things." The tone was astringent, and for a while it attracted a lot of ridicule and ridicule, sweeping her from head to toe.

Song Zhixi didn't care about their teasing, his hands were already on Aunt Dou's forearms, and he shook his head at her.

Seeing people like this, Aunt Dou's face was relieved, "Dead girl, you will show weakness first." ”

Song Zhixi's eyebrows jumped, and the strength in her hand subconsciously tightened a little, Aunt Dou only thought that she was frightened, and without thinking about it, she waved her big hand and retreated from the girls.

Song Zhixi replied, so he reluctantly followed them and retreated, passing through many warm pavilions in the Duobao Pavilion along the way, during which the girls had a place to go one after another.

Seeing that there were constantly maids walking inside with bath beans, Song Zhixi was slightly embarrassed, and thought in his heart: It was time to take a bath in front of him.

Of course, she said that she would not follow, but when she found an opportunity, she turned to follow another group of dancing girls into the west side.

She was really worried about leaving. As soon as she stepped into the West Pavilion, she took a closer look, fortunately, this was just a place to add makeup powder, and saw that the girls who walked in front of her had found the dressing table and sat down, and her hands folded in front of her lower abdomen were a little more regular.

Pretending to be an ordinary maid who is just doing chores, she is ordinary and does not arouse suspicion.

The crisp sound of the collision of pearls and emeralds was endless, not only was it not chaotic but it seemed that the pavilion was quiet, she raised her head and relaxed, and walked over step by step.

really responded to the sentence "one step at a time", thinking that she was almost running wild on the road of demons, she was determined.

After returning home, it may be time for her to let go of any thoughts she shouldn't have.

People who can't even have their own past deserve to have the luxury of belonging.