(14) Beauty auction

Midnight in the valley city, the night is like a curtain covering the earth, the moon is sinking in the west, and the stars are hanging in the four fields.

Huancai Pavilion is located in the southwest of the center of the valley city, where this street is the most prosperous place, it can be said that it is a night and night singing, the traffic is busy, and the traffic is continuous.

It was the group that returned to the deep courtyard and went into the cave room separately. The colorful curtain opens the jade, and Luo recommends the mandarin duck. Stay overnight and fight for sleeves, and sleep to occupy the bed. The green window cage is a water shadow, and the red wall is backlit. Suo Jing collects flowers and invites people to untie their crotches. Dark makeup smiles, whispering lipid fragrance.

Ling Wuxin, who had changed into a purple robe, was standing in front of the Huancai Pavilion, and when he looked closely, couldn't it be the amorous boy in the dark brocade clothes who was behind Mo Qingqian today.

Ling Wuxin evoked a charming smile, he didn't expect that the business that the third brother talked about with people was in such a place, not bad, it was with him, and it was not in vain to sell them so much news, and it was not in vain...... It's not the first time he's been so cheating on his father, so it's okay.

As soon as you step into the Ring Pavilion, the strong smell stimulates everyone's nerves, and it seems that you can see the rich aroma of fat powder and wine floating in the air. A tactful and bright female voice smiled coquettishly: "Kang Ye has already paid 100,000 taels, but our son can say that this girl in today must be sold to the young man with the highest bid, Kang Ye, you are now going to be sixty years old, so don't join in this fun." ”

The crowd of people gathered around the center laughed, and the person known as Kang Ye was not annoyed, and deliberately raised the price by 10,000 taels, which was very lively for a while.

"Old man Kang, today the third young master of the first village in the world is coming, he is a famous gold master, I think this girl today must be the third young man." It was a middle-aged man with a fat figure who spoke, as luxurious as everyone downstairs, but he didn't think it was special. There is also a beautiful woman with a good figure in her arms, the clothes on her body are so light that there are almost none, the white skin is faintly visible, and the plump parts unique to women are especially highlighted.

Looking at the others, most of them are wearing women in similar outfits in their arms, and they are the fireworks women who belong to the Huancai Pavilion.

Someone next to him answered: "I can't see when Huancai Pavilion has lacked beauties, and I have never seen Cheng Sanshao have a heart for anyone." ”

"Not necessarily, we are three less, if we want the best, the girl's posture inside is unmatched in the following, how do you know that it will not be...... I'll give 120,000. ”

"Cheng Sanshao, he should come today......" was another burst of words.

After Ling Wuxin reported his identity, the servants of Huancai Pavilion immediately became respectful: "You are the second son, the refreshments have been prepared, please come with the little one." ”

Under the guidance of the servant to the Accord on the second floor of the Huancai Pavilion, listening to people's discussions, the smile on the corner of Ling Wuxin's mouth deepened slightly, today I am afraid that I will disappoint these people who are looking forward to the appearance of Cheng Sanshao, but today there is only himself, the second son of the first village in the world.

The Accord is located in the center of the second floor, which allows you to see the downstairs and is quieter than the location on the first floor. A gust of wind blew from nowhere, blowing open the tent under the stage, and the woman in white appeared in front of the people again, everyone didn't care about continuing to discuss, one by one they looked through the gap, and Ling Wuxin only then fell his gaze in the center of the hall of the Huancai Pavilion.

A round base built of agarwood, a little spread out on the top of the hanging shark silk treasure luo tent hangs, the tent is embroidered with pearls and silver thread begonia flowers, the wind is moving, such as falling clouds and mountains and phantom seas.

Looking over the Luo tent, Ling Wuxin saw that the person in it seemed to be asleep, unresponsive to all the sounds around him, only dressed in white, which was the same as the person he met during the day.

My heart sank suddenly, how could it be her, watching those people salivating around the round platform one by one, from the corner that was lifted by the wind, peeking leopards from the tube to look inside, my heart was very uncomfortable, I wanted to gouge out their eyes, lest I desecrate such people.

The smile that had always been on his face had disappeared, replaced by the coldness that rarely appeared on his face, and the only thought in his heart was that such a woman who was as white as ice and snow must not be peered at by such a group of people, and opened his mouth and said: "Three hundred thousand taels ......"

Everyone's eyes were originally attracted by the beauty of the auction in the middle of the round platform, and they all turned to the position on the second floor where the voice was made, which was a face that was even more handsome than the Cheng San Shao they were familiar with.

The facial features are as distinct as a knife, and he looks like twenty-seven or eighteen, his eyebrows are like ink paintings, and his eyes are like dark nights. At this time, the light in his eyes was dim, and there was only icy indifference.

He Sisi, who was hiding in the corner while eating snacks and watching the play, also stopped his movements with this sound, and looked at the person on the second floor shrouded in a soft halo with the same eyes as everyone else, which seemed to be a little familiar.

The silence around him was interrupted by the old bustard Xu's mother, who was also on the second floor, and it was the tactful voice earlier: "Such a high price, my Huancai Pavilion is also unheard of, I don't know if there is anyone who can pay a higher price than this......" Although she is middle-aged, she is still very charming, Xu's mother looked around, and the silence just now was gradually broken, and there was a sound of squirming and talking, most of which were discussing the identity of the person upstairs.

"Three hundred thousand taels...... Once. ”

Horth put down the pastry in his hand and looked around, looking at everyone's face repeatedly.

"Three hundred thousand taels...... Twice. ”

There was no higher price as He Sisi thought, the calm look on her face disappeared, and she rushed into the crowd anxiously, carefully distinguishing each face, and making sure that it was different from the portrait of Cheng Zhi in her hand.

"Three hundred thousand taels...... Three ......"

"No......" When everyone was expecting Mother Xu to shout three times, He Sisi in the crowd yelled and interrupted Mother Xu's voice, "The people inside, this son is not for sale." ”

Ling Wuxin squinted at He Sisi, who had already jumped on the round platform, and spread his arms directly in front of the overlapping tents, completely blocking everyone's only peeping into the gap in the curtain, making a protective appearance.

It's that person again, she and the woman in white should be familiar with each other, but looking at the situation in front of her, it seems to be ...... The woman in white was sold by her?

"Since my son has already made a bid, there is no possibility of recovering it." Sen Leng's voice attracted everyone again with Ling Wuxin's figure slowly walking down from the second floor, "I believe that Mother Xu is not a person who is not honest when she does business in this valley city......"

At this time, Mother Xu, who was standing on the other side of the second floor, also looked at Ling Wuxin, and had to say that she had seen countless men of all kinds in this Huancai Pavilion, but it was rare to see him as handsome as him, and when she saw him walk out of the Accord, she knew his identity.

A few days ago, she received a flying pigeon biography from the third son of the world's first village, Chengzhi, saying that his second brother Ling Wuxin would come to discuss the matter of Huancai Pavilion on his behalf, presumably this one, but according to her news, this son was secretly called "Wuwei Gongzi" by the people of the first village in the world, and I don't know if today's things can be done. Mother Xu's eyebrows furrowed slightly.