Those who do this line of work are all sharp-eyed, and the old bustard saw that the jade in his hand was in good condition, and it was worth a lot of money, and a happy smile appeared on his face, "It's easy to say, since you want to try it, then I'll take you to try it." ”

"Thank you, Mom."

The girl followed behind the bustard, a sneer flashing in her eyes. Chu Junhan, don't you like to listen to music? The song of the dead of my Liu family, do you dare to listen to it?

The people who can go up to the second floor are naturally high-ranking officials and nobles, and they are people with heads and faces.

As soon as Liu Yan'er stepped on, she attracted a lot of squirming eyes, thinking about her graceful figure, and even didn't even hold the wine glass steadily.

Only the young man in front of the window still looked at the performance as a geisha, and he didn't move his eyes, so that he didn't notice that the girl walked into the screen.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and the dancing geisha stopped because they had no soundtrack.

Chu Junhan frowned, turned to look at the screen.

Although the screen can block the people inside, the figure of the person can still be faintly visible.

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the three figures reflected in front of the screen, and carefully examined them, and the short knife in his sleeve also showed the tip of the knife.

I saw Mengmeng's reluctantly get up and stand aside, while the girl brought by the bustard brushed her sleeves and sat down.

The melodious sound of the piano came out of the screen once again. Inside the green building, laughter and laughter resumed, and the dancing geisha began to dance.

I saw the young man in front of the window on the second floor holding the tea cup in his left hand, one foot bent on one knee, and his right hand resting on it unruly, his face was slightly pale.

The prestige of the young general of the Chu family is known to everyone, and the old bustard naturally keeps it in mind.

When leaving, she couldn't help but glance at the young man, her heart chuckled, as the saying goes, Jun is angry and ambushes millions of corpses, and will be angry, killing people is not enough.

The old bustard shook his handkerchief, cautiously came to the young man's side, and laughed with him, "The folk woman has seen the little general, but the general is tired of watching this dance?" If you are tired of watching, the women arrange something else for the general. ”

Chu Jun's cold eyes fixed on the old bustard, and he snorted softly, "General Ben heard that Wanhualou Mengmeng played very well, and deliberately rushed from Liaozhou to the horse, only then did he hear the gods, why did he change people?" ”

"Ah~ Please also ask the general to calm his anger," the old bustard said, twisting his waist and approaching the young man, covering his nose with a handkerchief, with an expression that I understand, "There is a graceful girl here today, if the general likes to listen to music, I will arrange a room for the general and listen slowly~"

Chu Junhan frowned, extremely disgusted by the old woman's coquettishness, she didn't have a lot of time to pretend to be drunk.

Anyway, Wei Ziyuan also holds Fang Meng's handle in his hands, and sooner or later he will be threatened by him, in this case, it is a matter of time before he is exposed, so it is better to plan early.

Thinking of this, I saw the young man coughing, drooping his face, with a displeased look, "Where is Qu'er, aren't you listening?" Why did General Ben come to your Wanhualou to listen? ”

The bustard's eyes blinked rapidly, squeezing out an extremely flattering smile.

She really couldn't read the meaning of the young man, but she understood that the Wanhualou in front of her who could tear down her with her fingers was naturally following his words, "Xu is...... The general thinks that our Wanhualou's song can make the general happy. ”。

"Yes, your music does resonate with General Ben and can make General Ben physically and mentally happy, so I love to come to your Wanhualou to listen to music," the young man said, holding the teacup in his hand, and looking at the woman uninhibited and angry, "What do you mean by substitution?" ”