Ling Mei pulled Chu Xuan's sleeve and squeezed it in, and went to the front row.

The woman on the stage looked at Ling Mei, suddenly smiled, and the water sleeve in her hand was slightly raised, sweeping towards Ling Mei, with a fragrance of rose dew.

Ling Mei stretched out her hand to hook the water sleeve, the woman on the stage suddenly raised her veil, hooked a charming smile, the delicate peach blossoms on her forehead seemed to be embellished with beauty, and the woman deftly withdrew the water sleeve.

Chu Xuan's face darkened, this dancing girl of Youquan Pavilion was a little too bold, it was really unpleasant.

Ling Mei entered the box and asked Mama to call the dancing girl just now.

Chu Xuan's face was calm, and he poked Ling Mei's arm, and his eyes were sharp, "Childe, be serious." ”

Ling Mei shook the folding fan that Su Yuxi stuffed into her hand expressionlessly, "Do you want to order one, I'll pay." ”

Chu Xuan raised his eyes, his expression was the same, but his voice was almost like gritting his teeth, "There is no blessing." ”

Ling Mei's indifferent face: "Oh. ”

Mama laughed with her, "Childe, that dancing girl doesn't sell her body." ”

Ling Mei leaned lazily on the back of the chair, took out a stack of silver tickets from her arms, and her voice was clear and cool, "You go and call." ”

Mama couldn't, so she had to go out.

Tinghe is taking off his makeup, his eyebrows are like distant mountains, his white fingertips are pointing at his lips, and the peach blossoms between his eyebrows are bewitching.

Mama saw that there was no one left and right, so she gently knocked on the wood-colored door.

There was a voice from inside, ethereal like a dream of a warbler, very nice, "Come in." ”

Tinghe looked back, a pair of eyes, like polished ancient jade, the woman wiped her lip grease, "What's wrong?" ”

Mama took out the silver ticket and put it on the table respectfully, "Master, the newcomer is powerful, I'm afraid I can't afford to offend." ”

Listening to He's sideways, there was a slight scheming in his eyes, "But the boy who was dancing in the audience just now?" ”

Mama thought about it, and only should, "Probably yes." ”

Tinghe stood up and stroked the brocade on his skirt, "It's okay, I'll go for a walk." ”

Tinghe completely removed his makeup and went to the wing room where Ling Mei was with the piano.

The sound of the piano is curling, and the incense mist is misty.

Ling Mei: "Where are you?" Do you have relatives? ”

Listening to the lotus slightly slowed down the sound of the piano, and raised his eyes, "The Beili Murata family listens to the lotus, the parents died early, and they did not die early thanks to the hundred family meals, and later entered the Youquan Pavilion." ”

The answer was exhaustive.

Ling Mei closed the folding fan, smiling rather than smiling, "This identity is clean." Will you come with me? ”

Tinghe shook her head slightly, "The little girl doesn't sell her body, I'm afraid I'll disappoint my son." ”

Ling Mei closed her eyes slightly, leaning back in the chair, "You go ahead and play." ”

The sound of the piano is soothing and makes people feel drowsy.

Ling Mei dozed off twice, leaned on Chu Xuan's shoulder and fell asleep.

Chu Xuan crouched on the desk, slightly stiffening for two points.

The sound continued slowly, fading away until it was impossible to hear.

Tinghe breathed two sighs of relief, immediately stood up, and slowly walked towards Ling Mei.

Tinghe knocked on the table, and saw that Ling Mei had no response, so he hurriedly leaned down, and his fingers searched for Ling Mei's waist.

Tinghe touched a hard object, which was in the sachet of Ling Mei.

Tinghe hurriedly opened the sachet and took out the contents.

It's a talisman.

She once firmly remembered the album of important people in the capital, and when she saw Ling Mei's face, she recognized it immediately.

I didn't expect it to take no effort.

An hour passed, and the two of them woke up slowly.

Ling Mei didn't lie on the table with her eyes, but she didn't feel anything.