At the beginning of the lanterns, after the nine brothers and sisters of An Chuxia dressed up and greeted the teacher, they were stopped as soon as they walked out of the inn.

An Chuxia looked at Bai Weiwei and them who blocked their way, and frowned, not knowing what they wanted to do.

Bai Weiwei saw that An Chuxia's brothers and sisters were all looking at them coldly, and her face showed neither disgust nor joy at seeing her classmates in a college.

just looked at them indifferently and didn't say anything.

Helplessly, Bai Weiwei had no choice but to squeeze out a sweet smile, and said in a soft voice: "Sister An, you go out!" ”

An Chuxia hooked the corners of her lips, which counted as an answer.

Bai Weiwei saw that anger flashed on her face like this, gritted her teeth, and continued: "I heard that there is a literary meeting in the Quyou Pavilion tonight, and An Xuemei received an invitation, can you take us there?" ”

After Bai Weiwei finished speaking, she thought that she had lowered her posture, and this An Xuemei, who was from a poor family, should not refuse her request.

But although her voice was soft and glutinous, she was not a professional actor after all, and she didn't manage the expression on her face.

The subtleties still leaked out, her disdain and contempt for An Chuxia's family background.

An Chuxia, a former social elite, how could he not see the falsehood on Bai Weiwei's face.

But he didn't plan to deal with her.

Squinted his charming peach blossom eyes, lightly opened his pale pink lips and said, "Can't!" ”

Then they bypassed them and continued to walk in the direction of Qu Youguan, Liu Fei and their senior brothers pulled Senior Sister Gu's sleeves and dragged her to catch up with An Chuxia quickly.

Bai Weiwei, who reacted from the stunned surprise, realized that they had been rejected, and looked at the back of An Chuxia and their departure in disbelief, and began to spit fragrant mouths.

But in the early summer, they had already turned into another street, and who cared how angry they were.

Walking into another street, An Chuxia's brothers and sisters couldn't help but sigh, Songjiang Mansion is worthy of being a city with developed waterways, and many shops are lined with red lanterns in front of them at night.

It's not very bright, but it's not dark either.

When An Chuxia and his party came to the street where Quyouguan was located, it was like two worlds from other places.

The lights are transparent, there are many lanterns of various colors in front of the pavilions, and there are brightly dressed boys and girls standing at the door to attract customers.

An Chuxia stood at the corner of the street and glanced at several senior brothers, if they didn't understand what kind of business this street was doing at this time, then they were just talking nonsense with their eyes open.

Just when An Chuxia wanted to miss the appointment for the sake of her little girl's pure heart.

Jiang Zhirou, who was waiting for them at the door of Quyou Pavilion, saw An Chuxia and ran over with two of her entourages to grab her.

"Let's get inside! The party inside is about to begin! Jiang Zhirou pulled An Chuxia and said.

Gu Fangmiao looked at Jiang Zhirou holding An Chuxia's hand, thinking that Sister An was her sister alone, and others didn't want to rob her.

Cute pouted her pink little mouth, and squeezed between the two of them who thought she was without a trace.

Jiang Zhirou, who was squeezed aside, was forced to let go of An Chuxia's hand.

She rolled her eyes at Gu Fangmiao, who showed smug on her face, "Childish!" ”

Gu Fangmiao's face was raised, so she didn't care whether this behavior was naïve or not.

An Chuxia gently patted Gu Fangmiao's head, since she had already walked here, and was seen by the person she had made an appointment, it was impossible to miss the appointment again.

looked at the brothers and said, "... Let's go! ”

Men are naturally quick to accept this kind of place, and they don't think there's anything wrong with the literati meeting here.

The senior brothers naturally walked in, the sound of string music, the sound of glamour, and the music of light singing and dancing on the stage.

What An Chuxia didn't expect was that it wasn't an old prostitute, a mother or something like that came over bewitchingly.

It's a man whose face is covered with white powder, oily hair, and can't tell his age, and his voice is soft, tactful and crisp, and it sounds good!

"A few sons, girls, please go upstairs!

Everyone, I'm here today, in our Quyou Pavilion, there are several fresh and tender people tonight, ** day.

When the time comes, ladies and gentlemen, you have to cheer and pity them more! ”

The surprise on An Chuxia's face flashed, and she turned her head to see Gu Fangmiao's ignorant face, she hurriedly raised her hand and waved away the male bustard, without letting him say any more.

Now she has some regrets about bringing a little girl who has just turned fifteen years old here, at that time she only thought that Quyouguan was a place to listen to music, but she didn't expect it to be a small pavilion.

There are not only lightly dressed prostitutes, but also young men dressed in bewitching clothes.

A group of them, except for Jiang Zhirou, a woman who often goes in and out of this kind of place.

There are also bars, KTVs, and some similar nightclubs in the early summer.

The others were more or less affected by the arrogant and lascivious atmosphere here, and their faces were rendered with an unnatural crimson.

Jiang Zhirou led them up to the second floor and entered a very spacious private room, where many people were already seated.

At a glance, there were at least twenty or thirty people, or even more.

Behind each long table sat two or three people, arranged in a circle around the large private room.

In the middle, a maiko is dancing gracefully, and there are two musicians who play the piano accompaniment.

The organizer of this cultural meeting was Yu Zhuokai, the eldest son of the Yu family in Songjiang Mansion, who was twenty-four or five years old and a talent.

I heard Jiang Zhirou say that this person thinks he is an elegant person, and what he likes to do the most is also elegant things, which can be seen from the place where he chose to gather literati.

The difference between what he thinks is elegance and what he thinks is the real elegance is probably the distance between the South Pole and the North Pole.

Yu Zhuokai, who was wearing a blue brocade robe, saw An Chuxia led in by Jiang Zhirou, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.

At that time, he invited this female talent who became famous in Hanhua Academy.

Although she didn't refuse, she didn't show any interest, Yu Zhuokai really didn't expect her to come.

Few people who can get out of the big family are stupid, although Yu Zhuokai is a little vulgar and elegant.

But he understands that he can crush a talented woman with extraordinary literary talents in terms of knowledge, and he will not be stupid to offend.

After Yu Zhuokai saw An Chuxia come in, he politely stood up and raised his hand, and invited them to sit not far from him.

The other people sitting at the bottom, of course, some people were not convinced, thinking that she was a little female talent, why should she sit above them.

But think of that unlucky lifter.

was frightened by this female talent with the broadest knowledge that she was most familiar with in the literati, and she didn't even finish listening to Mr. Sima's lecture, so she left ahead of schedule.

I couldn't help but tremble in my heart, and the expressions on my faces were all stunned, revealing a smiling face of hello, hello, and hello everyone.

Began, the same mutual praise social interaction that has remained unchanged since ancient times.