When Pang Xie heard this, he knew why such a wonderful woman appeared in the Qinglou, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

In his opinion, the most important thing in life is freedom, if you are imprisoned and become a caged bird, then there will be no fun at all, not to mention, you have to laugh in front of people, and the bitterness in your heart can be imagined, no wonder the song style is resentful.

Pang Xie was in a trance, and suddenly heard the young man in the private room next to him "hum" and sneered a few times, as if he was very dissatisfied with the remarks of the two old men on the other side, and his heart couldn't help but move, could it be that this eunuch is coming for this woman?

After the song "Qingmei Three Alleys" was played, another guest sprinkled silver money and ordered a song "Xiaoxiang Smoke Cloud", and after that, someone ordered a song "Fishing Boat Night Fire", and the women in red played them one by one.

After playing a few songs one after another, the maid held the music list again and walked around the patio, and a voice suddenly came out from a private room: "Come here, play me a song 'Blue Pass Three Stacks'!"

The maid was slightly stunned, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Qiqi, this guest officer, there is no name of 'Blue Pass Three Stacks' on the song list. ”

"Joke! Fan everyone, one of the three great pianists in the dignified capital, can't even play a song of 'Languan Three Stacks'? Do you think that I don't have any money? Or do Fan everyone forget their identity? Do you still think that you are a young lady of the official family? Aren't you a bitch with a thousand characters and ten thousand people sleeping!"

This person's words were too poisonous, and in just a few words, everyone in the pavilion was stared sideways, and some of them had a bad temper and had secretly cursed themselves.

Pang Xie turned his eyes and looked in the direction of the person who spoke, but he saw a thin veil covering the front, and he couldn't see who was sitting inside, but from the shouting and scolding just now, he could hear that this person's voice was a little sharp, either a woman or a eunuch.

The woman in red on the stage was humiliated like this, but her face did not show anger, she got up, bowed to Yingying, and said: "This guest officer, 'Blue Pass Three Stacks' is the last song that my father played before his death, since my father passed away, Hongying has decided not to play this song again in this life, and I ask the guest officer to forgive me!"

These words were sincere, and everyone present was moved, and some young and vigorous young people had already stood up, wanting to stand up for the woman in red and teach this benevolent brother who had some tunes a lesson.

It turned out that the name of the woman in red was Fan Hongying, and Pang Xie secretly remembered it.

......

Syllable!

A piece of fifty taels of silver was thrown from the private room where the man was, and it was smashing on the wooden platform, making a loud noise.

"Others let you play it for only five taels once, and I will give you fifty taels, which is enough money for you to buy ten carts of paper money, and burn it in front of your dead ghost father's grave for three days and three nights, and do this filial piety!"

"You..." Fan Hongying stood up in a hurry, her face was as white as white paper, her whole body trembled, and she pointed to the direction where this person was.

"Why? Don't you dare not play? Don't forget that you are an official prostitute of the imperial court! As long as you give money, you have to laugh, is it possible that you still want to break the law?" said the person who ordered the song in a cold voice.

This person's cold words caused an uproar in the building, and some of them even walked to the courtyard of the courtyard, rushed to the front of the private room where this person was, and scolded him.

"Where did you come from, dare to come to my Qingzhou to spread wildness!" The one who spoke was a young man dressed as a ranger, dressed in green clothes, carrying a long knife at his waist, and behind him stood several young men in the same costume, who seemed to be disciples of a small sect.

"Hehe, is there anyone who is really not afraid of death?" the man sneered, followed by a "whoosh", and a white light flew out from behind the light veil.

This white light was fast and urgent, and by the time the young ranger reacted, the white light had already reached his chest, and he didn't have time to draw his knife to block, so he could only put the knife with a sheath across his chest.

Hearing only a "bang", the long knife flew out of his hand, and the young ranger was also taken a few steps back, if it weren't for the quick eyes of his companions behind him, who hugged him tightly, he was afraid that he would fall on the spot.

"Good thief!" shouted another ranger.

"Haha, Dark Arrow, I can't even catch a cup, and you dare to be a hero here?"

As soon as the words came out, several rangers were startled, looked down at the ground, and saw that the young ranger's knife was thrown on the ground, and a small blue and white porcelain cup was embedded in the scabbard.

In this situation, the faces of several rangers turned a little pale, and the person inside had such a means, which was no longer something they could fight.

"Haha, isn't it very powerful? Why don't you speak? In this way, each of you cut off a finger, and I will spare you!" said the man behind the tulle coldly.

Several rangers were immediately furious, and they drew their knives together, trying to fight this man for their lives.

"Haha, interesting!"

After a few chuckles, there were a few "snorts", and several yellow lights flew out from behind the tulle, and several rangers couldn't dodge, and were hit by the yellow light on the acupuncture points on their bodies, and their bodies suddenly went limp, and they all fell to the ground.

"Toast and don't eat the things that are punished for drinking, I really don't know whether to live or die, since I don't want to leave my fingers, let's leave a hand!"

As he spoke, he saw a man strolling out from behind the tulle.

The man was about twenty years old, with a proud complexion and a hint of cruelty, a thin figure, dressed in a purple robe, and carrying a long sword, which was thin and long, only the thickness of chopsticks, and glowed with a faint layer of blue light, which seemed to be poisoned.

This man walked in front of several young rangers, sneered, and pulled out his sword with a "poof", it seems that he is not just talking, he is really going to cut off one of these people's hands.

......

"Wait, you are so skilled in martial arts, why do you have to embarrass a few juniors?" As he spoke, a blue-robed swordsman paced in front of the man who made a qu.

This man looked to be in his thirties, dressed in a blue silk robe, with a jade belt around his waist, cut to fit perfectly, and a long sword set with precious stones at his waist.

"Who are you, dare to erect this beam?" asked the man who ordered the song with a sneer.

"The Laoshan Sword Sect is well-organized!" said the blue-robed swordsman, and as soon as he said it, it immediately caused an uproar.

The Laoshan Sword School is a famous faction in Qingzhou, although it is not as transcendent as the four major factions, but it is not comparable to ordinary small factions, Mao Youfang is the head of the Laoshan Sword School in Qingzhou, and he has a great reputation in Qingzhou, and he is not an unknown person, at least in the memory of Baicheng, there is this character.

"Hehe, looking at your complacent look, you must be mixing well, do you want to do it with me?"

"If you want to insist on doing it, Mao can only continue!" Mao Youfang slowly pulled out his sword.

"Good, good, good, bold, daring, dare to do something with our people in the Moon Occultation Hall, you are really bold!" said the man who ordered the song.

"What? are you... Hearing this, Mao Youfang's face suddenly changed, and even the hand holding the sword trembled a little.

"Didn't you hear clearly? I'll say it again, did you decide to do it with the people in our Moon Concealment Hall?" the person who made the curl showed a cold color on his face, picked up the long sword in his hand, handed it to Mao Youfang, and shook his wrist slightly, and the tip of the sword slapped him in the face.

"I—" Mao Youfang was silent and speechless.

When Pang Xie saw this scene, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, since Mao Youfang dared to stand up, he naturally had some ability, how could he be insulted like this? Thinking of this, he hurriedly went to Baicheng's memory, and after a long while, he understood what was going on.

The so-called Moon Occultation Hall is not a Jianghu sect, but an organization affiliated to the imperial court, similar to the combination of the ancient East and West Factory and Jinyiwei in Huaguo, the end is extremely powerful, and the slightest offense will kill people, no wonder Mao Youfang didn't dare to do it, it turned out that he was not afraid of the person who made the song, but the force behind the person.