Places like Qinglou have always been open at dusk. Chu Ye came early, so much so that there was no one in the lobby except for a few small slaves who were in charge of cleaning. When we got to the second floor, it was even more deserted. It was so cold that Chu Ye even wondered if the bustard mother was going to do something illegal when she took her to the second floor!

Chu Ye nodded and said, "Well, I see." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly heard the sound of a piano in the last chamber in the depths of the corridor. When she came back to her senses, she found that the bustard mother was gone.

She subconsciously walked towards the sound.

The sound of the piano is bursting, which is different from the lightness of the guzheng. Instead, it was like a mountain rising from the ground in a dense jungle. With a hint of desolation and tragedy.

Suddenly, after a few overtones, the guqin's music suddenly had some tea sounds, leading people to fall into the red dust.

One by one, it seems to be entangled in green silk, and the love is wisps. Every note seems to come from the holy heavenly realm. But there is also a hint of a low moan in that holiness, which tempts people to fall into it, so that even in the most holy places can do the most obscene things.

This is not a kind of psychological perversion, but the most essential pursuit of human beings for life. The person who plays the piano also has a thorough grasp of human nature.

Chu Ye slowly moved forward with the scale. This Spring Breeze Pavilion obviously cost a lot of money to build, even if it is not an exaggeration to say that one step is one gold. Even the ground is stepped on with marble that is rare in the world, not to mention that the beams and door posts are made of old rosewood. Chu Ye couldn't help but wonder what kind of wonderful person lived in the depths of this expensive house!

As the sound of the piano stopped the last note, Chu Ye also took the last step. She stopped in front of the door, debating whether to go in or not.

Her intuition told her that the person in this was not an ordinary Qinglou Oiran. But people's curiosity is there, just like the Pandora's box she once read in the books of the Yi tribe, knowing that there is danger, but still desperate to open it.

"Since Childe is here, why don't you come in?"

In the room, a man's deep voice could be heard. The sound was not as glamorous as the sound of the piano, but had a kind of calmness and clarity.

Chu Ye was stunned for a moment, then laughed again. Push the door in.

As soon as she entered, a burst of incense mist hit her face. The aroma is fragrant, but it's not annoying. Rather, it is the fog that obscures people from seeing things clearly. Chu Ye stared at it and was stunned again. Behind the birch screen, there is a man in white. The man was a long man, and he was dressed in white to make him noble and holy. Chu Ye felt that this man seemed to be a little familiar.

When I think of it again, the meaning of depravity is stronger.

Chu Ye lowered his head and walked a few steps, and after reaching the smoke screen, he finally saw his appearance clearly.

The cheeks are thin but have a healthy color. His black hair was tied up with a coarse cloth headband and hung down behind his back. A pair of pale blue eyes are clear at first glance, but the bottom of the eyes reveals a thick calculation. The sword eyebrows and high nose make him full of heroism.

"It's really contradictory." Chu Ye thought to himself.

When the song was finished, the man stopped plucking his hands and stood up. Walked over to the table and poured a cup of tea.

He smiled evilly at Chu Ye and said, "Ye'er, I haven't seen you for many years, don't you remember Senior Brother?"