After screaming, Chu Yunluo's heart thumped. She knew she was looking for death, but she just couldn't help but fight back. This kind of fearless spirit of returning the mouth is commonly known as a hard mouth, or a cheap mouth. When he returned the mouth, he was emotional, but after saying it, he immediately fell into a deep fear. She really couldn't imagine what this demon, who was more terrible than the previous demon, would use to torture her.

But the man opposite did not hit her.

We're here to find a scene today, not just to have a fight. Someone's anger can't be vented with a single beating. Originally, I just wanted to scare and scare her, and use the Chu family to create a big news to blow up a golden flower. But now, since she is so bullish, she is still a prostitute and a lowly, okay, someone has decided to completely destroy her three views in order to relieve the hatred in her heart.

"Hmph, it's a bit of a temper, but I don't know what to call at all. The white-haired man didn't get angry immediately, he was proud and graceful, and the difference between the demon king and the evil ghost was this: "You have your reason, it's good." But even according to your reasoning, you don't have any right to condescend and contempt others. If, as you said, you are a prostitute if you make a living by selling jokes and performing arts, then you yourself are not as good as a prostitute?"

"You, what nonsense are you talking about!" Chu Yunluo's spirit was carried forward, Chu Yunluo desperately tried to retract his legs, and said angrily: "I, Chu Yunluo, am proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs, and I sit upright and guard the way of women, how can a mere prostitute and a woman be compared to me!"

"Oh, I feel pretty good about myself. The white-haired man was unhurried: "Then you can talk about it." You fiddle with so many talents. For what? Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs. What are you learning these skills for?"

"I ...... You are really unreasonable!" Chu Yunluo was slightly flustered, but said stubbornly: "I am the daughter of the Chu family, how can I lag behind......?" To move the sky and shine on the lintel!"

"Glorious lintel?" The white-haired man snorted: "It turns out that the Chu family needs a female baby to be famous in order to shine on the lintel?"

"I ......" Chu Yunluo was suddenly speechless. If she admits it, in this era, it would be a great insult to the Chu family.

"Nothing more? Okay, let's change the subject. The white-haired man freely manipulated the rhythm and direction of the conversation: "You said that you are careful to abide by women's ways, and I have heard about this." The eldest lady of the Chu family. The door does not go out of the second door, and it is difficult to know in the deep boudoir, and the good name is spread. But what do you say, why did you give up your freedom and stay in a high-walled compound every day?"

"This ...... It's just because, as it should be. Chu Yunluo was still stiff-mouthed, but his voice was no longer so high-pitched: "This is the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, this is the Changlun of the world, how can there be anything to say for what and not for what? You are really inexplicable!"

"Hahaha, it's okay if it's an ordinary girl who says this, but you're talking nonsense!" The white-haired man finally started his aggressive attack: "Chu family." On the surface, it seems to be beautiful, but in fact, it is as dangerous as an egg. The last three generations have not been able to get into the hands of the DPRK at all. When this road didn't work, he began to think of other ideas, trying to use other methods to stabilize his position. And you are the instrument that holds your ground. Nurturing you and teaching you is just a tool for you. I can't tell if you're lying to me or are you lying to yourself?"

"No!" Chu Yunluo seemed to be stung, and screamed loudly: "What do you know about a mere reckless person—hmm!"

Smack, the white-haired man pinched her face and pinched all the words she had said back into his throat. The man's eyebrows were filled with a thunderous aura: "I don't understand? Hmph, you're just pretending to be stupid! I've read your poems, and I know your past." Think about what you have written, those clichés that pretend to be cold and noble, but in fact are kitsch and flattering, who taught you? Think about your own talent and good name, how true and how false it is, who helped you spread it? The Chu clan tried their best to make you enter the palace and serve the emperor and become a concubine!"

Chu Yunluo trembled all over, and his whole body was cold. Then a flame surged up in her heart, and she struggled with all her strength and said: "What's wrong with being a concubine!

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to be a concubine, but while you are desperately trying to be a slut, you also scold others for being cheap, which is cheap. is still the same sentence, you are a prostitute if you make a living by selling jokes and performing arts, so you are really not as good as a prostitute. Because those prostitutes are just selling their art, but you are selling your body -- to put it mildly, it's a selling!" The white-haired man showed no mercy, and every word was ruthless: "The emperor is coming soon, and the opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but a song and dance troupe has stolen the limelight." You've been so anxious lately, practicing your talent all night, and thinking about 'destroying the withering and decaying', in the final analysis, it's just that you're afraid that you won't be able to sell it. ”

Chu Yunluo seemed to have received a heavy blow, tears were rolling in her eyes, and she shook her head in a trance: "No, ......"

But in the deepest part of her heart, there was a kind of fear. Because what the white-haired man said was something she didn't dare to think about or admit herself. And the reason why she didn't dare to think about it was because she vaguely thought the same way.

"Qing-Lou prostitutes-women use singing songs and gestures to solicit prostitutes, and there is no difference between you, except that you have changed the glamorous minor tune to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and changed the shouting of the turtle prince to the good name of preaching. Isn't the so-called 'no door out of the door' another propaganda slogan of 'still a place'? What is the difference between you and a prostitute?"

"No......" Chu Yunluo's voice was weak, and his eyes were blurred with tears.

"Oh, maybe there's a difference. The white-haired man was full of malice, and his voice was like hypnosis: "First, your price is inflated. Second, there are many women who are forced by life to make their debut halfway, and they also know shame, and they look forward to changing careers at the first opportunity. There are many people who don't sell their art. As for you, you have been single-mindedly focused on selling yourself since you were a child, and you have to sell it to the end. He shamelessly thinks he is great, and he is self-righteous and stands on a high place to guide the country. As far as you're concerned, you're not as good as a dust girl. ”

"No!!!" Chu Yunluo struggled frantically. The white-haired man didn't move his hands or move, but she felt that she was more painful and frightened than the wolf-headed man. Every word he said was like a sharp blade, piercing where he couldn't stand it the most. Her clothes are still well-dressed. But it was as if his heart had been stripped naked. She could only retort weakly and helplessly: "No. Not so. Not really!"

"Isn't it? Isn't it, isn't it the first point? You still don't believe that your price is inflated and all depends on speculation?" The white-haired man smiled, full of malice: "Believe it or not, it's really easy to destroy you." ”

Chu Yunluo looked at the man in front of her in horror, she thought of something, and trembled with fear. But at the same time of fear. The heat in the depths of her bone marrow began to flow again, and her spirit began to be in a trance. She could only say cruel words with grief and indignation: "I can't resist today, but you will definitely be punished for mistreating the innocence of a woman from a good family! Even if I die, I will not let you go!"

"Innocent body, no, you think too much, you don't need to touch you to destroy you. Even if you are really touched, with your Chu family's methods, you only need to bribe and bribe the prosecutor and repair the film. Or hide a blood swim bladder or something, there are many ways to cross the sea. **Commonly used. But if I want to ruin you, I just need to say one word. The white-haired man's words. Chu Yunluo's heart was about to stop: "As long as I say 'I've played you', what do you think will happen?"

Chu Yunluo was dumbfounded, and muttered in a panic: "No, I can find Wen Po to verify, I can order the palace sand, I can prove ......"

"Alright, don't pretend to be naïve. People all over the world believe in evil and not in good, and whenever there is excitement, they will inevitably speculate in a more malicious direction. I, an authority in the industry, said that you are covered in sand and useless to find a hundred stable women. Besides, there is no such thing as an impermeable wall. The man glanced at the women in the corner, and the women kept shrinking back: "You were kidnapped, drugged, touched, and hung up with a big slit today." If even one of these things spreads, you will have nothing to do with the court. And once the emperor doesn't buy it, talented girl, how much money do you think you can be worth?"

Chu Yunluo was completely speechless. She shuddered and wept incessantly, because she was really frightened by the future depicted by the white-haired man. As the white-haired man said, she is not an ignorant girl, and her education since childhood has made her sensible and has also made her understand many things that she doesn't want to understand. If this man really preaches it, then it is really over. Chu's hard work was in vain, and she herself stinked on the street, and she had no place to stand. As long as the man in front of her said a word, she would immediately fall from the high throne of talented women and fall to pieces.

After being sluggish, Chu Yunluo finally came to his grief and cried: "Why, why are you torturing me like this?"

"Idiot, don't you understand? It's not that I'm torturing you, it's that you're so pitiful! A fate that can be decided by someone with a gentle word, or even a lie, is of no value!" The white-haired man's expression disappeared from the evil spirit, leaving only domineering and awe-inspiring: "You have a saying that is very interesting, 'tear off their colorful costumes'." It is true that those girls are nothing noble, but it is useless for the world to slander and slander a thousand words. Because under their costumes, there are indeed some very precious things. But look at you again!"

Hmph, the man reached out and grabbed Chu Yunluo's clothes completely. Chu Yunluo exclaimed, the spring was shining, the carcass was exquisite, and the youthful and beautiful body was completely exposed in the air. This body can make all the men in the world crazy, greedy, and competitive, but there is no desire in the eyes of the white-haired man. Those eyes were very deep, and there was even a little pity in the starry sky.

This mercy made him inexplicably more divinity.

His voice was soothing, like a life coach giving a head start.

"Peel off the costume, what do you have left?" (To be continued......)

PS: Recently, someone posted an advertisement in the book review area, saying that "the author is recruiting hands" or something. I think everyone should see it - the author is not slow in his hands, but in his slow brain, and he still needs others to help him type? So, don't believe it~~ In addition, yesterday a little friend rewarded a large lump of pen and fun pavilion www.biquge.info coins with a shake of his hand. The author Jun was very moved to go to the refinement, and then found that for some reason there was no way to refine the operation. It is not uncommon for Dian Niang to smoke often in the background. But in order to make up for the regret that we can't add refinement, although we can't name names according to tradition, I still want to express my gratitude here. After all, tipping is money other than normal consumption, and it is an additional support. So all the friends who have rewarded, no matter how much or too little, the author is very moved. In addition, I would like to ask the classmate who rewarded the big lump of coins a word: It's not a mistake......