The noisy crowd involuntarily stopped talking.

The hall was originally dimly lit, but at this time, the tune was also a little dimmed.

The song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" whispered tactfully, bringing people into the melodious tune, constantly jumping in their hearts, and bringing an obsessive gaze.

In the hall, whether it was a merchant in a satin shirt and an elegant vassal style, or a literati in a coarse cloth robe holding a scroll, or even just rushing into the door to watch a lively little guy wearing a short fight, they were all intoxicated by this sound.

The melody gradually reaches its climax in the middle section, mysterious and wonderful, and the aftermath lingers, and it does not stop for three days.

After the song, the hall was full of people, but it was quiet.

I don't know where to shout a good word, which caused a sound of praise, and even some literati and rioters wrote poems on the spot.

Lin Rong wanted to step down, but was stopped by everyone, hoping that she could play another song.

Seeing that Lin Rong was extremely beautiful, Mingyuan who was watching upstairs hated itchy, and the Luo Pa in his hand was about to be crushed.

"Sister Mingyuan, she is just a small person in the market, where can she compare to your winter practice and summer practice, and she can play the piano well at the age of ten. These stinky men are just trying to be fresh. If she wants to play the song like that just now, I'm afraid it's impossible. The half-aged's Yanxing girl comforted beside her.

But the situation downstairs seemed to respond to her words, and Lin Rong came up with a few more songs. The slender ten fingers plucked the strings, sometimes cold into the immortals, sometimes with a long meaning, like a whisper, and the audience was shocked to hear it.

Yan Xing seemed to have been slapped in the face, and he was so ashamed that he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to drill down. Mingyuan's face was also blue and white for a while.

Ming Yuan whispered a few words in Yan Xing's ear, and Yan Xing nodded knowingly and turned to leave. Her eyebrows widened, as if she saw that the throne of the Oiran was about to return to her hands.

Downstairs, the light suddenly brightened, and a colorful jade glow flew down, and the slender shadow on the stage, riding the glow straight up into the sky, the petals fell one after another, and there was no one on the stage.

The crowd was in an uproar.

At this moment, Lin Rong had already taken advantage of everyone's attracted gaze and fled to the back door of Yifang Pavilion.

The excitement is in the front yard, where she is very familiar with chores all day long, bypassing a deaf and dumb old man boiling water, and quickly rushing to the back door.

As soon as she opened the door bolt, there was a cold drink behind her, and Yan Xing hurriedly came with a few thugs to restrain her.

The riot was finally quelled by the bustard's mother, and the sharp look in her eyes couldn't help but make Lin Rong, who was brought backstage, frightened. Without asking her, the bustard mother began to sell the only spot she had received tonight.

"I'm not the girl from your Yifang Pavilion!"

Lin Rong wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound in his throat and couldn't move. When she was very anxious, she suddenly saw someone leaning out in the attic, her expression moved, and the corners of her mouth smiled, and she may not be able to explain here today.

"Paint the girl's hibiscus posture, doesn't anyone want to see it?"

Tilting painting is a stage name given to Lin Ronggang. The bustard's mother said a word, rekindling the atmosphere in the field.

The audience began to shout indiscriminately, and it didn't take long for the high price of 5,000 taels to be shouted.

Only the last three remained, all of whom were distinguished guests in the attic. Listening to the voice, it was Zhu Gongyi, Lang Junting and the rich businessman, and the mysterious person in the last attic had not bid for a long time, so he was not interested.

Lin Rongxin instantly let go of more than half of it, if the current scene was maintained, the person she knew would definitely be able to help her get out of the sea of suffering.

"Five thousand four hundred taels."

"Six thousand."

"Six thousand one hundred taels."

"Seven thousand!"

As the rich merchant shouted an offer of seven thousand taels of silver, Zhu Gongyi finally gave up sighing, and he didn't know why such a powerful person came today.

And Lang Junting is not high-profile, only adding another one hundred taels to the price shouted by wealthy businessmen from other places.

Until eight thousand eight hundred taels, Lang Junting couldn't help frowning, and Lin Rong's heart also jumped to his throat.