Room.

Wang Quan stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, watching the sun tilt little by little, until the branches were dyed with a touch of twilight, he calmly changed his clothes, and then walked unhurriedly towards the flower dance shop.

In the long-term power struggle, he believed in a truth: the more you want, the more you have to hide your desires, otherwise you will die ugly.

Wang Quan was born in a poor family, and he would be named Sun Shan that year, and he relied on the support of his fellow villagers to be a doorman under the door of the eldest prince.

For more than ten years, the fate of the doormen has been up and down, and those who are lucky will be released to be a petty official, and those who are unlucky can lose their lives. He relied on his careful and thoughtful thinking to get to where he is today, not only as a part-time job in the Ministry of Rites, but also as a confidant of the eldest prince.

However, since the death of Lao Xiangguo, although the power of the eldest prince is still stable, he has a faint premonition in his heart that it is a matter of time before the prince makes a move on the eldest prince, and if he doesn't plan early, he is afraid that he will die and have no place to be buried.

A few years ago, he went to meet the crown prince with the eldest prince, and he saw the future of the eldest prince from the prince's unfathomable eyes. Since then, he has been planning:

How to leave this place of right and wrong quietly.

He has a good temperament, and rarely interferes in those bloody things, but specializes in dogs and horses. Therefore, even if he is a confidant, he is just a person who can do his best to find some entertainment for the eldest prince and run errands.

For example, if today's male dancer agrees with the heart of the eldest prince, he takes the opportunity to propose to return to his hometown to be a petty official, and he will be blessed to live a peaceful life.

Can this dancer bring good luck to himself?

Before I got to the door of the flower dance workshop, yesterday's little guy greeted me and said with a smile on his face

"Lord Wang, let's go through the back door? The number of votes per day is very clear to my mother, if she knows that I have more numbers privately, it will be difficult to protect my dog's legs."

Wang Quan has always regarded Nengqu Nengshen as one of the great magic weapons of life, so he doesn't mind, and he also thinks that it is best for him to appear here and no one knows.

He slipped through the back door with the servant and went upstairs through the back garden. I have to say that the effect of 10 taels of silver is huge, and the location of the room that the little guy found is too suitable! The upstairs room doesn't have a stage facing the show. However, it does not affect the effect from the front. And it's hidden. Walking into the house, a table of exquisite side dishes has already been prepared there, and the wine jug is full, it seems that the little guy is also dedicated, and the annoyance in his heart has been reduced a lot.

"Lord Wang, I have wronged you, you sit and drink first, and I will go to the front to say hello. I'll be waiting for you later."

Wang Quan waved his hand in understanding. The little guy flashed out and quickly took the door, so he had to sit down and wait patiently.

Suyu's Huawulou and Qi's mother's Yunxian Lou have very different business styles. There is no such thing as the feigned euphoria of a brothel

"So-and-so, you're here"

Or the shrill teasing of moms

"Whoever, whoever, came".

It's all like everyone's soft-spoken greetings, and even the little turtle slave who runs errands is polite and polite.

Take today's money-collecting guy as an example, although he knocked on the bamboo pole, the treatment is not bad at all, and the usual fee for this meal of wine and food is a few taels of silver, not to mention watching the dance.

As he pondered, he pricked up his ears to listen to the movement outside.

Suddenly, there was a noisy greeting of each other. Wang Quan didn't need to go out to see it, and he knew that it was the big voice of Zhang Ge's grandson. This gentleman is rough by nature, unruly, and likes to make friends, and these people who come with him are his usual friends of wine and meat.

Zhang Ge is self-loving, he doesn't like to fight, and he doesn't even care about the power struggle with his children and grandchildren, and only works these funs, so it's not unusual to see him here.

At the same time, Wang Quan also saw Suyu's mother, who had not appeared for a long time, standing there smiling and watching these guests greet each other, without interjecting or overly loudly ordering people to do things. The expression is indifferent, like a lady of a product

Wang Quan doesn't usually come here, he is nearly forty years old and has not married, and he naturally patronizes Fengyue places without being vulgar, and he comes for the flesh and skin. And Hua Wulou is mainly engaged in heart attacking, he doesn't want Mingmei to marry a bitch as a wife, and he doesn't have the spare money to take a concubine.

Looking at Su Yu's still charming face:

This woman is not simple! He thought.

The lights in the hall suddenly dimmed, and the people stopped making noise. A small guy with a clear voice announced,

"Dance begins!"

Wang Quan walked slowly to the window with a glass of wine in his hand, pushed open an angle and prepared to admire.

The lights in the hall were completely extinguished at this time, only the lights on the stage turned from bright to dim, and there was no light in the darkness, and then as the lights rose again, there was suddenly a masked young man in a tight blue shirt and water sleeves on the stage, he stood there with his arms crossed and raised on the upper left side of his body, but his waist and hips were concave with an astonishing curve, his expression was indifferent, and he bowed his head and said nothing.

The quiet sound of the flute seemed to float from the sky, hovering around the young man in a low spiral, it seemed to understand the loneliness of the young man, and couldn't help but ** his heart. The gentleness of the sound of the flute melted the coldness of the young man bit by bit, and inadvertently, the figure of the young man began to fluctuate slowly with the tactfulness of the sound of the flute, and the two long water sleeves stretched out and retracted with the swing of the round buttocks.

They are like playmates frolicking when they were young, crossing, entwining, flying, and fluctuating, and they seem to be saying to the teenager: Find me, catch me. So the boy jumped in quick steps, kneeling and spinning and rolling without hesitation, showing his enthusiasm to the fullest.

The sound of the flute is getting lower, the whimper is hard to find, and the water sleeve and the boy are leaning on each other. . .

Suddenly, there was a long roar of excitement, as if he was grieving the injustice of the world!

Suddenly, the young man turned around and threw the water sleeve in his hand into the distance, he wanted to send it to break through the cage and run to freedom!

The white ribbon struggled in the air to the end, after all, it could not get rid of the fate of being imprisoned, it fell sharply, in despair, it folded itself into the last rose petal of late autumn, trying to tell the immortal love with his last breath, and the young man could not bear the loneliness of the water sleeve, he wanted to save the dying lover in the distance, he desperately pounced, his legs crossed in a horizontal straight line, and every inch of his life exploded, in mid-air, he finally received his lover, hugged and spun down, sighing lightly.

When twilight comes, darkness regains its grip on the world, the sound of the flute fades away, and people disappear.

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Outside the underworld.

Bai Shao looked up at the sky for a long time, and slowly turned around, only to find Xue Jun standing aside, she smiled a little guiltily:

"Why did you arrive and not call me?"

Xue Jun suppressed his inner fluctuations and said directly:

"Yu Xin was forced into the path of death by Yan Jun of the Third Palace, and no trace has been found so far, I want to open the timeline with Jiang Yu, the young monarch of the First Palace, to check, I don't know what you think?"

Bai Shao's mood doesn't seem to have changed much, and she still faintly returns:

"I knew about this when I came to the underworld, and there is no other way but to act according to your consultation."

raised his eyes to look at Xue Jun, but his face was resolute.