Lan Ying has been following Long Xiying's side expressionlessly, silent, this old mother knows at a glance that the person in front of her is the main master, and she knows that this dress is not an ordinary family, and she must be entertained.

It's just that this first-class Fleur girl has been called to serve by several big people, and she can't be offended.

So Sai Jinhua smiled and said: "Oh, two masters, it's really unfortunate, this Fuhui girl has been condemned by several other guest officials, and the slave family can't afford to offend, so don't be embarrassed for the slave family, we still have a lot of girls, all of them are as beautiful as fairies, why don't you choose a few of the two masters?" ”

"No need, since Miss Furao is not available, then let's pick a private room through the window to enjoy the singing and dancing!"

"Good, good, good," as soon as Sai Jinhua heard this, her heart relaxed, and she hurriedly led them to a private room on the second floor.

The reason why Chunmanlou will be famous in the capital is not because of young and beautiful women, but also because of the elegant and comfortable environment and complex network of relationships.

Here you can better cover people of different identities who come and go, and you can also hear a lot of unexpected and valuable news.

After the old bustard withdrew, Long Xiying and Lan Ying looked around at the elegant room, but the dress was also elegant.

A carved rolling wood embroidery bed with a slippery light and shadow veil, extremely dreamy, with twins and tillians on the window, and a 'beauty picture' hanging on the wall.

Lan Ying got up, looked at the painting, and couldn't help but read out loud: "The moon shadow is dressed in clouds, the beauty is leaning on the qin, the wind blows the tulle and falls, looking forward to returning to the Lang Qi." ”

"This is the poetry and painting of Lou Yingchuan, the eldest princess of Loulan, a generation of heroes, even the royal brother admires her deeply," Long Xiying carefully touched the painting, and said with a smile: "This is a fake, really in the palace, it is rumored that Loulan Wang Lou Xiongtian wanted to pass the throne to the eldest princess, but she had no intention of being the emperor, and then wandered the world, there was no trace, this throne was taken over by Loulan Prince Lou Huan, Lou Yingchuan is not only proficient in poetry and painting, but also has extremely high martial arts, not only the people of Loulan are very proud, even the people of our Dragon Kingdom have great respect for her, It can be said that her name is already known to the world. ”

She took a sip of flower tea, and her eyes had already drifted to the group of dancing girls downstairs.

Lan Ying was concentrating on this painting, and said to herself: "After reading this poem, I thought she would be a tender woman in a closed boudoir, but I didn't want her to have such a side, she is really a heroine, and I am far from being able to compare!" ”

"Lan Ying don't care about being sentimental there, come and see, this spring dancing girl is more beautiful than the palace, and the dance is extremely beautiful, no wonder so many people come to cheer every day, tsk, it's really good," Long Xiying is not like the humble and polite princess in the palace at the moment, and in a blink of an eye, she seems to have really become a merry boy.

Lan Ying leaned in front of the window, staring at Long Xiying, as if she was puzzled, how could she become another person as soon as she left the palace, but it seemed that her true temperament had come out.

Long Xiying knew what she was thinking, brushed away the unsightly tulle and said: "You should know that being born in the palace, acting on the spot is a necessary means of survival, since you are here, you should enjoy the moment!" ”

There was a smile in her eyes, but it was desolate, which caused Lan Ying's expression to flash, and then she looked downstairs, still red, and she didn't dare to look directly.

In the middle of the downstairs is a five-foot high wooden round platform, which can accommodate dozens of people to dance, and there is a red gauze tent on the top.

At this time, there were four beautiful figures, wearing bandeau shirts, dancing glamorously, that every move was extremely seductive, and the round platform was crowded with all kinds of men, from few to weak crowns, to old and rare, all of them stared outward, their faces were flushed, their mouths were dry, and their hands were dancing.