There are clouds in the poem: the old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Now is the most beautiful time in Yangzhou.

Large and small singing and dancing bands stand on the riverside outside the city like a show girl who chooses a concubine to enter the palace, attracting literati and visitors from all over the world to line up on the dragon head boat to pass by on the river. The women on the pavilion are standing or leaning, most of them are seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a light veil that can vaguely see the skin, dressed as beautiful as a peony in full bloom, reflecting the five-colored lanterns hanging between the buildings, but also making the whole river surface covered with a layer of warm charm. The pretty women smiled and waved the silk handkerchiefs in their hands, and the whole riverside outside the city was intoxicated by the sweet and greasy aroma of fat powder.

Jin Duc walked indifferently on the streets of Hanoi outside the city. The long black hair poured down without any restraint, casually draped over the shoulders, and the thin face was hidden under the blue veil of a lake, revealing only a pair of eyes, hanging low, vaguely revealing a trace of indifference and coldness. A lake-blue wide slender robe outlined her figure, adding a bit of femininity and gentleness. This is different from what she used to be.

Countless pleasure-seeking men passed by her and ran to the other side dressed as a bewitching singer. She walked through the laughter of men and women playing on the spot, exuding a different coldness around her, like a lotus flower that came out of the mud and was not stained, soaked in the fragrance and light so refined.

Jin Se stopped outside the gate of the Dream Immortal Residence, the largest fireworks place on the riverside outside the city. There were a few girls standing at the door, and the rust stirred up the fragrant wind when they scratched their heads. Just as he was about to go inside, the old bustard came out with a few benefactors:

"Oh, benefactor~ Miss Chuchen is sick, and she hasn't healed yet! You said that if she was good, I would not let you see her~ In two days, come back in two days~ At that time, the first dust will definitely be in •••••••"

Jin Se looked at the old bustard, waiting for her to finish speaking. A woman who is nearly forty years old, perhaps because of the relationship between birth and upbringing, has already made a fortune, but she is still wearing a thin layer of canker collar and showing round shoulders. Fine silk wrapped her fat body, like a fat pork leg. A pair of slender eyes are set on a mooncake-like face, the corners of the eyes are actually full of wrinkles, covered with a very thick foundation is not obvious, the lips are coated with strong lipstick, lined with the same strong rouge on the cheeks, making the whole face look like apples.

Jin Se was a little helpless, but he still stepped forward and pulled over the old bustard who was still looking at the direction of the male guest's departure:

"Mama, I'm back." The statement without any emotion sounded as beautiful as a nightingale singing.

"Oops~ Chuchen! My little aunt, you're back! Do you know how much money I have lost in your absence? The old bustard said with a smile on his face, and stretched out his fat hand to wrap his arms around Jinse's waist, and the rose-colored Kodan wrapped around his fat fingertips, and there was no beauty in it. The old bustard twisted his fat body and took Jin Se to the cabinet on the second floor of the Drunken Immortal Residence. As soon as I entered the house, I closed the door and began to shout again:

"Qingyan, come out quickly! Chuchen is back, you hurry up and dress her up! We all rely on her to eat~ Hurry up! He twisted his face and put on a flattering look at Jin Se, and even his voice became gentle, "Chuchen, it's good for you to come back~ Be obedient, hurry up and dress up, and you will have to see guests in a while." So many guests were sent away just now just to see you, so hurry up and dress up. Saying that, he patted Jinse's waist, "I'll go and say hello first, hurry up, be good~"

Jin Se wanted to slap the bustard on the face, but she gritted her teeth and held back, she didn't make a sound, and quietly watched the bustard writhing his fat body go out of the door, and then she heard a sweet and greasy shout in the hall:

"Oiran Hatsuchen is recovering, and I'm here tonight!"

Oiran? Hehe•••If it weren't for the fact that the atmosphere in the Phantom Pavilion was too dull, who would want to come to this Drunken Immortal Residence to do what Oiran is. The Phantom Pavilion is a business that makes people die, and even the senior brothers in the pavilion may become their opponents in the annual cleanup. They were all orphans, and even their biological parents could abandon them. True love is more and more precious in the cold earthly world, but if you have feelings for the same kind of people around you, what kind of mood will you be in when you draw a knife and meet each other in the future? If you don't kill the opponent, you will die under the opponent's knife, and there is no second possibility. In nature, the weak eat the strong, and the same is true of the Phantom Pavilion, they are just bloodthirsty animals who are raised in the pavilion. There is no true love there, and there is no true love.

This is a truth that Jin Se understood when he was a child. At the age of seven, when the dagger in her hand plunged into the body of her companion with whom she had been spending day and night, she felt a bone-chilling cold, like a frozen lake in winter, and she was deep in the icy lake, unable to save herself, and the endless cold swallowed his longing for warmth. When her companion's body fell in front of her, and she still held the dagger tightly in her hand, dripping red down the blade and landing on her companion's face, and the child's face showed an expression that did not match her age.

She smiled, as natural and relaxed as relief. It was something Jinse had never seen on her face. She felt extremely distressed, but she couldn't speak. It wasn't until she followed the other victorious children up to the higher level of the Phantom Pavilion that ten-year-old Xuan Ming stood at the top of the steps, looking at her. She stood three steps away from him, looking up at him, expressionless, still holding the dagger in her hand. Xuan Ming walked up to her, crouched down in front of her, and held her hand.

He said, "Jinse, give me the dagger." Hearing her words, Jinse wanted to open her hand, but she found that her hand froze, as if it was not her own, and she was still clutching it.

"I can't let go of my hand." The voice was low, with grievances. Jin Se looked at Xuan Ming, and there was sadness in his eyes that could not be hidden.

"I'll come." Xuan Ming's words carried a firmness that could not be ignored, he held the girl's hand in one of his hands, and gently rubbed the girl's stiff fingers with the other hand, and then broke them one by one, until finally the thumb was relaxed, and the dagger fell in response. There was a dull thud as the iron collided with the wooden steps, and the whirlpool bounced up and fell, smashing into the bottomless pool. Xuan Ming raised his head, and the corners of his mouth curved into a rare arc:

"Alright." After speaking, he took Jin Se's hand, "Let's go." The girl followed Xuan Ming's steps and stood on the land where the higher-level killer of the Phantom Pavilion was located.

A cold and helpless smile crept up the corner of Jinse's mouth, and she sighed and turned around. In front of him stood a little girl of about twelve or thirteen years old, born white and pure, with big and bright eyes, and a pink and tender face, showing a lovely, ignorant appearance, and looking at herself timidly at this time:

"It's Sister Chuchen, right?"

"Hmm." Jin Se didn't slow down, and the little girl had already jumped behind her and began to help her change her clothes:

"My name is Qingyan, and I'll help Sister Chuchen change her clothes from now on." When Jin Se heard her say that from today on, she couldn't help but think of Hongluan, she had helped Jin Se change her clothes before, so she asked:

"Where's Hongluan? Why didn't I see her today. ”

"Sister Hongluan is married." The little girl named Qingyan poked her head out from behind the long Mu Shi:

"Sister Chuchen doesn't know? It's been seven or eight days. Married to the second son of Dr. Simen, although it is a side room of acceptance, it is much better than here. What dress does Sister Chuchen wear? ”

"Oh, alzarin red." Jin Se replied lightly.

Hongluan is married. This ending is also very good for her, and she doesn't have to make a scene and laugh at her. escaped from this vanity and flashy life, although it was a concubine, it was better than pretending to be happy. Jin Se was happy for her, but he was also a little reluctant. She is Jin Se's only friend in the world except for the Phantom Pavilion, although she is a woman who floats like duckweed in the field of fireworks, she is also unwilling. When she was young, her family fled the famine, and her parents sold her to traffickers for three taels of silver in desperation. Jin Se remembered the expression on Hongluan's face when Hongluan told him about this paragraph, numb and cold, with deep resentment.

At that moment, Jin Se thought that if he hadn't sneaked out of that brothel that winter, hadn't been frozen in the snow, and hadn't been discovered by Xuan Ming, who happened to pass by with his master, he might not be any different from Hongluan. However, she was lucky. So when she became the second killer of the Phantom Pavilion, she decided to come out of the Phantom Pavilion and exist in a mortal life with a different identity.

That day, she was walking on the street by the river outside Yangzhou, and then she saw Hongluan. It was the day when Hongluan came out of the pavilion, and the door of the drunken immortal residence was surrounded by water. Hongluan stood on a three-foot-high platform, dressed in a bright red wedding dress, with his head slightly bowed and his face expressionless. Her eyebrows were lowered, and Jin Se seemed to be able to see the tears she forced under her eyes.

The man next to him began to bargain. The old bustard danced on the stage and played a coaxing atmosphere. The one with the highest price can become the first benefactor of Hongluan.

Hehe•••Jin Se suddenly felt sad for the red luan standing on the stage. She suddenly wanted to protect her, within her power. Immediately, Jin Se tiptoed a little and jumped onto the stage where Hongluan was.

The old bustard was taken aback by this sudden descendant, but he was not easy to attack, and laughed: "This benefactor doesn't need to worry, your bid is high enough, and Hongluan is naturally yours." Jin Se turned his face to look at the old bustard, and lightly leaned down to the old bustard's ear:

"Does Mama want to make more money?" The old bustard was stunned for a moment and looked at the young man in front of him. The angular face, the tall and loose figure, the ink-colored clothes on the body are embroidered with layers of clouds with cyan silk threads, looking at the texture of the clothes and the delicate embroidery, it must not be cheap. In particular, there is a pair of short boots with an inky cloud map on his feet, and there is not a trace of dust on the surface. The old bustard has read countless people, and understands that such a person, if he is not from an excellent family background or has extremely high martial arts, he naturally does not dare to offend. So he flattered:

"Did the benefactor take a step to speak?" When Jin Se heard this, he straightened up:

"It's fine." After speaking, the old bustard directly bypassed her and said to the people around the audience:

"Miss Hongluan is unwell, and the matter of leaving the cabinet today has been put on hold for the time being. Ladies and gentlemen, please return, and then please patronize Hongluan after he recovers. After speaking, he ordered someone to take Hongluan to the cabinet on the second floor. Inadvertently turning his face, Jin Se saw Hongluan who was going upstairs and turned to look at him, the things in his eyes were very complicated, but the gratitude was too straightforward, Jin Se nodded, smiled in return, and followed the old bustard to the back hall on the first floor.