"This little Langjun is a good face, but it's the first time to come to my drunken hall, hurry up, please inside." As soon as I entered the door, a half-aged exaggeratedly pulled Changji's clothes, Changji frowned in disgust, pushed her away, and then looked at me at a loss.

"Oh, this little Langjun is so thin-skinned, don't be shy. If you don't understand anything, just ask Feng's mother, I, keep it for you to have fun. ”

Changji glared at me angrily, looking really aggrieved.

I squirmed the corners of my mouth, patted Changji's back and comforted, "It's okay, it's okay, just endure it." When I see Tingsheng, everything is worth it. ”

Hearing our intentions clearly, this Feng's mother was even more overjoyed, and her red lips hooked: "It's a coincidence." Today is a big day to listen to Sheng, and the little boy is the right one. ”

The rich fragrance came to the face, and it suddenly made people want to retreat.

I sneered and replied, "I know, I know." Pulling Changji was about to go in, but was stopped again, Feng's mother laughed, then shook the handkerchief in her hand, brushed my face with the smell of fat powder, and said in a sharp tone: "We are here, women can't enter."

I gave Changji a look, turned my head and pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Woman? Where did the woman come from? ”

Mother Feng pursed her lips and pointed her orchid finger straight at me.

I was stunned and exclaimed, "I'm dressed like this, can you still tell?"

Mother Feng snorted and took a sip: "I'm not blind, how can I not recognize you as my daughter's family?"

I endured the uncomfortable smell of fat powder, lightly brushed away her hand full of gold rings, and was about to pull her skin to let myself in, but I didn't expect Changji to be very clever, so I took out a silver ingot and smashed it on her hand, and asked expressionlessly: "Can I let her in?"

"Of course, of course, please ...... inside" Feng's mother was happy to let people go.

We asked for a window seat on the second floor, facing the stage above the lake. The red lacquered silver lamp on the stage, the gold medallion is stacked and emerald, and it is extremely luxurious. On both sides of the stage, musicians holding various musical instruments sat on both sides of the stage, and the accompanying singers appeared one after another, and Yingying Yanyan occupied half of the venue.

At this time, the fairy music is fluttering, and the water sleeves are long. The flowing red yarn from top to bottom adds a bit of charm and mystery to the stage, and the faint floral fragrance floating in the air is refreshing. The hall was bustling with people, and it didn't take long for it to fill the hall. It seems that the publicity of the Drunken Life Hall is doing a good job.

"This Tingsheng looks very seductive, if you get it to the bed, wouldn't it be beautiful!" Suddenly, a muffled voice came from next door, like a deliberately lowered voice, holding his breath to speak, and my ears were very uncomfortable to hear.

"It varies from person to person, in my opinion, it's just average, more beautiful than her, and I've seen women who are more talented than her." Another deep voice replied.

The last voice summed up: "Turnip greens, each has his own love."

My heart moved, like a stone thrown from a water mirror. It was as if I had heard it somewhere.

I pricked up my ears to hear the conversation, and there was a joking on the other end.

"This Tingsheng girl is a well-known beauty in Jiankang City, and it can be summed up not only by the word turnip greens. If I get such a beauty, I will have to give up all my concubines. ”

"You are very fond of this girl, if you really like it, why don't I buy it and give it to you today."

"Fu Bo, Fu Bo~"

A long sigh, listening to regret, but openly and secretly: I can't ask for it, I can't ask for it.

I frowned, frantic to make out the voices, but I thought one of them was familiar. But they seemed to deliberately change their voices to hide people's ears and eyes, and the music was noisy, I couldn't recognize it at all, but I was a little sure. I held my breath and looked at it carefully, Leng Buding was turned by Changji, and when I came back to my senses, all my thoughts were disrupted.

"What are you in a daze!" He glared at me, and his tone was not good. I didn't reply, I just glanced at him, you disrupted my train of thought, and you dared to stare at me.

"Please listen to Miss Sheng's appearance."

There were rumors underneath. I craned my neck to look out, but I couldn't see or hear it.

The person who shouted just now was also confused and embarrassed, and after a few glances inside, he still couldn't see the beauty, so he had to smile and laugh in the round: "Hahahaha~, you uncles think you can't wait, but the beauty is arrogant, and it doesn't hurt to wait a little longer, the uncles said that this is not the reason."

The people below didn't buy it, and everyone shouted in unison: "Less nonsense!" The spring night is short, don't rub it in, please come out of the listening girl! ”

These dewy benefactors, united by a temporary common interest, had green eyes, like wolves screaming in unison on a full moon night.

"Phew, shameless!"

I was disgusted in my heart, and I just wanted to slap those oily rough men to death.

Changji glanced at me, and lowered his head quietly, as if thinking about something. He is a man who hides things in his heart, and the calmer he is on the surface, the more turbulent he is inside.

The lights in the hall suddenly went out, leaving only a few headlights at the four corners of the stage, and the band stopped playing. Listen to the sheng style coming, the wind blows the clothes. We were a little far apart, and although we couldn't see her face clearly, we knew that she must be incredibly beautiful, and the color was excellent. Through the sparkling lake, I can see that a beautiful woman is amorous, and as the light veil on the stage is pulled up, I finally see the whole picture of Tingsheng. I thought that Ankang had been blessed by God, but Tingsheng's appearance was not much inferior to her, with good skin and bones, fragrant temples and snow, and even Tingsheng was more charming than Ankang. It's just a pity that such a beauty is deep in the mud.

Famous flowers love the country, and the king often looks at it with a smile. She wore an extremely elegant white skirt with an ink-colored peony pattern painted on it, and a green peony as a headdress in her hair bun. It's the first time I've seen this kind of dress.

In the past, I always felt that the peony was too gaudy and cheesy, and I never thought that I could wear it on my body, but today I saw the combination of Tingsheng, and I suddenly felt glamorous but not vulgar, charming but not demonic, and very good-looking. I couldn't find a hint of fat powder on her, just fresh and elegant, like a hibiscus out of water.

Such a person, who would hook her with the word wind and dust. If it weren't for fate, who would be willing to fall into the mud?

Some people are born noble, whether it is their appearance or life experience, God picks the best arrangement, there are no ups and downs in their lives, and they are smooth and healthy; And some people are born ugly, have a very low status, and painfully spend many hardships in this world, and then die miserably, and they can't understand why they are humble all their lives.

I shared my regret for Tingsheng with Changji, and sighed that since ancient times, many lives have been lost. Changji sneered and said leisurely, "Actually, ugly people also have a thin life, and they have a bad fate, but no one cares." ”

This is reasonable, I am dumbfounded, and I can't find a reason to refute it.

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Tingsheng sat down in front of the piano table, like a jade man.

When the lights rose again, the sound of the piano rang into the ears. I was fascinated by what I heard, let alone the men present. Most beauties are elegant. In the dim light, you can only see Tingsheng's thin shirt flying, and the green silk is tactful, even if she just sits still, it can be pleasing to the eye.

I secretly went to see how Changji reacted. In the past, whenever I played the zither, he would make exaggerated gestures to plug his ears, saying that the zither I played was a little more unpleasant than the sound of playing, which was really unpleasant.

Naturally, I didn't accept it, but he was either a sound idiot, or he was deliberately provocative.

At this time, I want to see if he will pick the thorns of the beauty.

I peeked at him, trying to find something strange on his face, but I was still disappointed. I thought that listening to Sheng's piano sound would get him a little praise, but who would have thought that his requirements were too high, and after listening to it for a long time, he still didn't react, and his eyes didn't look at it.

He sat in his seat, neither watching nor speaking, and with no expression on his face, he only grabbed a peanut and peeled it carefully. In this way, he didn't deliberately pick on my thorn before, but he didn't have any talent for music at all.

Singing and dancing downstairs, beautiful women are like clouds, and the people around them are actually burying their heads in peeling peanuts. I couldn't help but be speechless, I really don't know if he is a gentleman or an elm head like this, when he goes out to visit the flower house to see the oiran, he actually thinks that he is listening to the story in the tea house. Seeing him like this, I couldn't cry or laugh, and I hated to say that the iron was not steely: "What a wood, playing the piano to the cow."

I left him alone and refocused my gaze on Tingsheng.

I twisted a piece of pastry and leaned back in my chair to savor it. The breeze was blowing, and there was a strong and indescribable smell in the air, which was intoxicating, not like the scent of roses that I had smelled earlier, but it was also very good. I asked Changji what this was, it was so sweet, he didn't raise his head, and said seriously: "Maybe it's the smell of my sweat."

As soon as I ate the pastry, I was so startled by him that I almost choked to death.

I glared at him.

There was a lot of excitement below, all kinds of coaxing, I cleared my throat and asked in a low voice, "Let me ask you, what do you think is special about Tingsheng?"

Changji replied to me expressionlessly: "Gentle and lovely, graceful, beautiful and moving." It's so perfunctory, and it's not for you to endorse.

I cut my hair, sat up straight, and took the opportunity to ask him a compliment: "What about me?" Is there something special about me? ”

Changji nodded thoughtlessly.

My eyes lit up and I waited expectantly, "What is it?" ”

He sneered: "If you look like you have no salt, gluttony and sleepiness are your characteristics."

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I felt that his words seriously hurt my self-esteem, but if I fought with him, it would seem that I was not generous enough, so I had to try to curb my anger, and silently said: Don't be angry, don't be angry, it's all as if he was farting.

Although I am sad for Changji's evaluation of me, the saddest thing at this moment should be listening to Shengxiang. Tonight, she is the protagonist, the souvenir lady sought after by everyone, but it is also someone else's candied snack, who will fall into, only the final bid.

Tingsheng on the stage was still smiling, and he couldn't see that he was sad at all. Only when he looked up and bowed his head, there were occasional frowns. I looked at these dewy benefactors with disgust, and my heart was extremely contemptuous, and I sneered at those so-called good talents, squandering thousands of dollars and good nights, and flattering Tingsheng in every way, so enthusiastic, but only trying to hook up a joy in the wine shop, how can there be any sincere people.

Tingsheng knelt on the soft couch and stroked the piano with his hands. The slender eyebrows and eyes are misty, and the lips are tightly closed,*, who should she play for?

After a while, the petals prepared in advance fall from the sky and fly all over the sky. The sound of the piano is leisurely and free, it is the sound of the mountains and flowing water, and the smoke in the incense burner next to the piano is curling, and the smoke is in this rain of petals, lining her like an immortal in the painting, and the complexity is completely still.

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After playing a tune, Tingsheng temporarily retired and changed his clothes. When she reappeared, she had already changed into a wide-sleeved dress embroidered with golden peonies, which looked better than the previous dress. She walked to the front of the stage, and there was a sudden gasp downstairs, followed by absolute noise.

The long skirt is as thin as a cicada's wings, and the bright wrists hidden under the clothes are looming. The tulle is hugging the body, and on the bandeau is a slightly exaggerated peony, and the makeup is delicate and charming, changing the previous elegant style. The hair is simply tied up, with a peony flower that complements the clothes, and the flower stalk is obliquely inserted in the black silk, and the flower is raised high. The posture of supporting the willow and the wind makes her look beautiful and beautiful. It's just that the forced smile on her face is more ugly in my eyes than crying. In fact, she can't be a few years older than me, just because she fell into the dye vat early, and her eyebrows are more mature.