The blue clouds, the yellow leaves, the autumn colors are waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.

A poem represents the "elegant residence" of Chunhualou, which is specially used to entertain distinguished guests and is divided into four levels.

Biyunju, Huangye Pavilion, Qiubo Pavilion and Hanyantai!

Even the most famous Hongqi people in Chunhualou entertain guests on the fourth floor.

The Qiubo Pavilion on the upper three floors, the Yellow Leaf Pavilion and the Biyun Residence, are exclusive to the "Qing people" to live and entertain guests.

These women not only have a beautiful appearance, but also can read, write, write poetry, and paint, and when necessary, satisfy the unique interests of customers.

This was the case with Yu Chi Xiaochun at the beginning, he was one of the famous red people in Luocheng, Luhuazhou!

It's just that no matter which Qinglou, as the bottom card of the Qinglou, and the best representative of the style and level of the Qinglou, it is often the "Qingqi people" who only sell their art and do not sell themselves.

The level of the Qingqi people represents the ability of the old bustard in the Qinglou to train people, and it also best explains the level of a Qinglou.

And the thin persimmon of Chunhualou, Zhuyue and Gongsun Jiuniang, who had just appeared, were the three Qing people, but they could make the Luocheng sons and brothers known as "Fengyue City" all heard of it and came here.

In the past, not to mention that the three Qingqi people came forward together, even the two of them had never been on the same stage, but now they have to come forward together, even Bo Persimmon, Zhuyue and Gongsun Jiuniang are incomprehensible.

Surrounded by clear water, the fragrance of flowers is faint, and the bead curtain is half-falling, so that the three figures who seem to sit between the blue water loom.

"It's really strange, Chun Niang would let us come out together, who has such a big face?"

Behind the bead curtain, a girl dressed in persimmon-colored light yarn, with smart eyebrows and smart eyes, a graceful and hot figure, revealing a white and thin waist, twisted a green grape and sent it to her red lips, tasting the ultimate sweetness.

"Listening to Ping'er, it seems that a young boy is coming, and he is accompanied by that Liu Zhutou."

Next to the persimmon-colored light gauze girl, another girl in white is gently plucking the strings, listening intently to ensure that the sound of the piano is transparent.

The white-clothed girl's eyebrows were as cold as distant mountains, her pale and beautiful face, her skin was like ice and snow, her posture was straight, and her chest was round like the tip of a bamboo shoot, just the size of a palm.

"Brother Gongzi who was personally accompanied by Liu Zhutou?" The persimmon-colored light gauze girl was a little surprised.

Liu Shi's status in Qulan Town is not low, almost second only to the county order, and this Liu Zhutou has always been unapologetic to high-ranking officials and nobles, and in the past, Chunhualou accompanied most of the young people in the Yamen were fast, how could it be ...... this time

"Chun Niang's eyes are vicious, and she has read countless people, if it is just an ordinary son, how can she not let the three of us entertain guests together. Sister Jiuniang, do you know the origin of that son? ”

The persimmon-colored light gauze girl held her bare and white ankles with both hands, her body swayed from side to side, her face was full of distress, she couldn't think of a reason, and asked the last figure of the three.

Dressed in persimmon-colored light yarn, the body is hot, and the coquettish girl is like a dancing flame.

The cold girl who caresses the piano with her hands in her hands, is tall and thin, and has a little bookish atmosphere, like a green bamboo under the moon.

Then this last fair woman who just smiled and listened to the conversation between the other two was seducing!

The woman was dressed in a short colored shirt, a plain white smoke gauze skirt under her waist, and a jade fish hairpin pinned from the black hair.

Judging from the appearance, the fair woman is slightly older than the two girls, about the appearance of her early twenties, high nose and deep eyes, white skin like snow, beautiful people forget to breathe, femininity is even more like a ghost, like an abyss, a smile, like a silver bell shaking, people fall, can no longer extricate themselves.

It seems that such a woman should not exist in the world at all, as if she came out of a painting.

Gongsun Jiuniang, although she came to Chunhualou for the shortest time, even only about a month, but in a period of time, she overwhelmed the two Qing people of Persimmon and Zhuyue, attracting countless distinguished guests to spend a lot of money on it, and lived directly on the top floor of Chunhualou.

This business ability, even Bo Persimmon and Zhuyue are also convinced!

In addition, Gongsun Jiuniang is older than Bo Persimmon and Zhuyue, so the three of them are called sisters.

Supporting her chin with one hand, leaning against the window, her eyes fell on Gongsun Jiuniang, who was walking and coming from Chunhua Building, holding a sheep's hair paintbrush in the other hand, and was scribbling and painting on the paper in front of her.

Hearing Bo Persimmon's inquiry, Gongsun Jiuniang smiled lightly: "No, I was also notified by Ping'er's girl just now." ”

"Sister Jiuniang, are you painting again?"

Bo Persimmon jumped up and down behind Gongsun Jiuniang, raising his eyes to look at the canvas in front of him.

The canvas is not a person, but an "outline", which is clearly male, but only in the form of a body, without a face.

Bo persimmon is good at dancing, Zhuyue is good at piano, and Gongsun Jiuniang is good at painting.

The people of Chunhualou and those who have patronized Chunhualou know that every generous young master and dignitary who has spent a lot of money for Gongsun Jiuniang has the opportunity to receive the incarnation depicted by Gongsun Jiuniang himself.

This opportunity depends on Jiu Niang's mood.

It is rumored that Gongsun Jiuniang's painting skills have been praised even by everyone in the painting world after seeing it, and they are willing to collect it with a lot of money.

This also led to the fact that "there are no paintings given by Jiu Niang" unconsciously became the criterion for judging whether they are really "powerful".

It's just that no one knows that any young boy who hangs a painting of Gongsun Jiuniang will unconsciously weaken day by day, as if he has been hollowed out by a ghost.

Just as Gongsun Jiuniang was about to say something, her expression moved, and she heard footsteps from the stairs.

"Here we are."

Bo Persimmon looked excited, and couldn't wait to stand up and show off his hot body.

Zhuyue on the side also sighed lightly, sorted out Suqin, and thought about what song should be better to play later.

And Gongsun Jiuniang also put aside the paintbrush and looked at the stairs with interest, wondering who could make Chun Niang open her mouth and let the three of them come out together.

Such a person should have the value to be included in her paintings, and then she ......

The tip of Gongsun Jiuniang's tongue swept over her red lips, and a hint of ghostly bewitching flashed in her eyes.

It's just that when Gongsun Jiuniang really saw the young man who came up with Yu Chi Xiaochun, she was completely stunned.

Not only Gongsun Jiuniang, but Bo Persimmon and Zhu Yue on the side stopped moving in their hands, and their faces also had the same expressions.

The silent air was unusually silent at this time!

If Gongsun Jiuniang is beautiful like a glamorous female ghost who came out of the strange tale of Liaozhai, then the young man in front of him only has two words to describe.

Immortals!

It's just that Gongsun Jiuniang's astonishment was not simply because she saw the handsome face that didn't look like the world, but also because she realized who the young man in front of her was.

Xi Changyue once said that the young Taoist priest who drew his sword and scared him away was handsome enough for her to stick upside down.

If there would not be a second young man in a small Qulan Town who could make Xi Changyue deliberately mention it, then what appeared in front of her at this time should be the young Taoist priest who slashed the veins of her subordinates with a sword and scared Xi Changyue so much that he didn't dare to appear near Qulan Town in the past few days?

The paintbrush in Gongsun Jiuniang's hand was broken, and it was difficult to calm down, so she quietly got up with an extremely unnatural expression.

If you can't beat it, watch me slip away!

But before Gongsun Jiuniang could take a step, he was stopped by the persimmon on the side, and said strangely: "Sister Jiuniang, where are you going?" ”

With Sister Jiu Niang's liking for young talents, it stands to reason that she should be eager to paint.

However, it was Bo Persimmon's inquiry that attracted the attention of Huai Zhi'an and Liu Shi.

"I ...... I...... Go peel an orange. Gongsun Jiuniang smiled bitterly.