As soon as the style of painting changed, Qiao Lingxi and Xia Youyou didn't finish the premiere, so they walked out of the theater in a gloomy way.

Qiao Lingxi said angrily to Xia Youyou beside him as he walked: "I could have flattened him into a pig's head, Youyou, why did you stop me?" ”

Xia Youyou: "That's my male god, if I don't stop you, it's too much to say." ”

Qiao Lingxi: "Hmph! He said no more.

After a while, Xia Youyou had a bad premonition in her heart, and she asked tentatively: "There is a saying that beating is kissing and scolding is love, and love is so hard that you kick it." You don't have a leg, do you? ”

Qiao Lingxi: "What's the matter, I won't take a fancy to him even if I look at a pig!" ”

Hearing this, Xia Youyou was in a good mood, she folded her hands, bowed to the void, and said to herself: "Thank God." ”

Qiao Lingxi asked with a look on his face: "You don't want to develop with him, do you?" ”

Xia Youyou: "Now I'm not qualified, one day I'll become famous, maybe I can try it." ”

Qiao Lingxi glanced at her: "A nymphomaniac, go, eat." ”

——

In the middle of the night, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and everything sleeps.

The faint moonlight poured in through the window and sprinkled on Qiao Lingxi, who was sleeping.

At this time, she slept peacefully, breathed evenly, and occasionally frowned or something.

What are you dreaming again?

Yes.

This dream travels back in time thousands of years ago.

The bright moon is still the bright moon.

It's just that below the moonlight is an ancient brothel, Jinfeng Tower.

At this time, at the gate of Jinfeng Tower, there was an endless stream of guests.

A few young ladies dressed up in fancy clothes and bewitching postures stood at the door to greet the guests, and they seemed to be particularly enthusiastic.

It's even more lively inside.

In a large VIP room on the third floor, there are two rows of small tables, each small table is placed with exquisite delicacies, and more than ten dignitaries and nobles stand at one table each, enjoying the beautiful dance.

And at this time, it is natural to show them the dancing posture of our top singer Qiao Lingzhi.

But I saw that she was wearing a light green emerald smoke gauze shirt, with black hair pulled into a high beauty bun, lightly sweeping her eyebrows and eyes, her cherry mouth was red without dotting, her shoulders were shaved, her waist was like a vegetarian, her skin was like coagulated fat, her breath was like a lan, and her smile was touching and moving.

With the sound of silk bamboo, she twisted her soft waist and danced.

There was no accompanying dance tonight, she was the only one, and the so-called "dignitaries" were rolling their eyes on her one by one, how obscene they were.

Qiao Lingzhi was used to seeing the faces of these people, and he already had a strong immunity, and the only thing he felt a little lost was that the person who had also sat at the small table and admired his dancing was gone.

In a trance, she seemed to see Shangguan Yan sitting at the small table and silently looking at her again.

In the midst of her joy, the figure disappeared in a blink of an eye, and she couldn't help but feel a trace of loss in her heart again.

——

Late at night, guests leave one after another, and of course there are overnight stays, which is not the focus of our attention.

The focus is naturally on our Qiao beauty.

Let's say that she danced for such a long time, she didn't even bother to drink saliva, and she was so thirsty that she died, don't look at her usual scenery, behind the scenery is honed from countless hardships.

There is a saying about what, yes, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, which is a true portrayal of her.