A hundred years later, Belvedere, the Dance Pavilion and Song Tower.

Bright pearls adorn the tail of the drapery, and the thin veil that seems to be indifferent covers the long steps of green jade.

Above the third order, the golden light of the song stage flowed, and there stood a bewitching woman wearing a purple costume and a red treasure green on her head.

The woman's name is Xi Kui, and the Taoist is called "Lady Xi Kui", who is the current bustard of the Dance Pavilion and Song Building. At this moment, her eyes are as silky as silk, her lips are more delicate than the pomegranate flowers in August, and her voice is charming:

"Three hundred taels for the prince, is there anyone else bidding?"

The men in the audience were suddenly in a commotion, and they exchanged their heads and ears, but no one was the first bird.

Among the crowd, there was a slender young man in coarse cloth clothes who looked a little strange.

He watched the scene quietly, the corners of his lips curled slightly, his right hand swept over a wine glass on the table, and he poured some things into it, and shook the wine cup lightly.

There was a burst of intoxicating fragrance from the lamp.

No one noticed that there was a faint mist of light around him, and he sat there as if nothing around him could get into his eyes.

In fact, he really didn't come here to see women. As early as the afternoon, he and Mrs. Kikui set up a game for tonight. Now he just has to wander around, drink wine and eat meat, and wait for the big customers to take the bait.

"Three hundred taels, this price is honest, if you spread it outside, it will definitely make a big profit!" Mrs. Xikui said meaningfully.

He noticed that Mrs. Xikui's eyes had been sweeping towards him, and he didn't pay attention to it, and twisted a chicken leg with his hand and slowly gnawed it.

Mrs. Xikui held the delicate embroidered ice silk fan with her right hand, shook it and shook it, her smiling face was already a little uncontrollable, her eyes were full of anxiety, and she frowned and said, "Ask again, is there anyone else bidding?"

"Mrs. Xikui, you should quickly set the price! These men are timid and have no money, where do they dare to bid!"

As soon as his words fell, a middle-aged greasy fat man instantly squeezed out from the outside, came to the front, and smiled disdainfully: "I heard the excitement here from afar, hum, can I miss my Zhou Ye if there is excitement?" and snorted again, "Which melon baby just said that we men are timid and have no money?

Brother Gongzi, who was suppressed by him, was very angry, how could he listen to his words, and suddenly snorted coldly and sneered: "Yo, look at Zhou Ye, you are dressed like this, you know that you are from other places." Since it's from out of town, don't fart here!"

"Hey, I'm talking about you kid-"

The slender young man quickly glanced at Zhou Ye's heart, his heart jumped, and his eyebrows immediately became two points more happy, and he quickly put down the chicken leg that he hadn't finished gnawing, wiped his hands and went forward.

"Hey, two masters, harmony makes money, harmony makes money!" he smiled sweetly.

"What are you?" tsk, dirty hands, go away!" Zhou Ye was pulled by the young man's sleeve, and the anger on his body immediately transferred from Brother Gongzi to him. "This beggar who ignores the dog can also enter this dance pavilion? old bustard, the door bar of the first Jiaolou in Bianzhou Belvedere is too low!"

The corners of Mrs. Kiaoi's eyes twitched, and she was about to say something, but when she saw the young man glaring at her, she closed her mouth again.

I only heard him say: "Beggar son, I won't change my name, I won't change my surname, my surname is Tang Mingtang! I'm in a hurry to go out today, and I'm dressed casually, but I can't slander you like this! Heh, if I wear my usual clothes, I'm afraid that you, a person from a small place, will be scared to death!"

"Scared to death, you're afraid you're going to laugh at your grandfather! Huangkou Xiaoer doesn't make drafts of cowhides, but blows cowhides to the sky to make clothes for your wife!"

"My mother's clothes don't have to worry about the rich man from this small place, seeing that your limbs are oily and you are still wearing bright green embroidered gold, the clothes picked out by this aesthetic, to be honest, wear them to the housekeepers at the door of my house, and people may not be able to look at them!"

"Why are you talking, you Zhou Ye, I can't spare you today!" he said and began to roll up his sleeves and prepare to start.

Tang Tang hooked the corners of his lips, raised his hand and said, "Mrs. Xikui, I will give three hundred and one taels." He laughed at the fat man in front of him again, "What's the matter? Aren't you rich?

Mrs. Xikui reacted very quickly, and hurriedly answered: "This little boy bid three hundred and one taels, is there anyone else with him!"

Zhou Ye's eyes the size of mung beans widened, and he raised his voice: "Ye is out of four hundred taels!"

"Then I'll have four hundred and one taels. Tang Tang looked relaxed.

"Five hundred taels!"

"Five hundred and one taels. ”

"Six, six hundred taels!"

"Six hundred and one taels. ”

“...... Seven hundred taels!"

"Seven hundred and one taels. ”

"You, you, what are you? Can a small piece of miscellaneous things beat me Zhou Ye?" Zhou Ye was so angry that his facial features were distorted, the fat on his face was red layer by layer, and a pair of small round eyes were almost buried in the flesh.

"Seven hundred and two taels. Tang Tang didn't change his face and his heart didn't beat, he called the price once, whistled twice, calmed down, and was so happy.

Zhou Ye saw his triumphant appearance, his heart was several times bigger, his eyes were fierce, and he clenched his fists and roared: "Damn, Lao Tzu will give a thousand taels!

Tang Tang visually measured the thickness of the silver ticket, yawned slowly, and muttered: "One thousand taels?" and glanced at Zhou Ye......'s heart again.

Maybe his eyes were a little sharp, but Zhou Ye felt inexplicably cold in his heart, his voice was a lot lower, and he asked, "What are you looking at, little ghost!"

"Don't look at anything. Tang Tang replied, stretched his waist again, and slowly looked sideways, "Mrs. Xikui, this game is boring today, count me if I lose, girl, I'll let me, master, I'll come back to play another day." ”

"Hey, okay. Mrs. Xikui responded, her face overjoyed, "This Zhou Ye bid a thousand taels, is there anyone else with him?"

"No, no, no. A few men laughed and coaxed, "This excitement has been seen for a long time, Mrs. Xikui should quickly drop the price!"

"That's—a thousand taels of deals!" Mrs. Xikui deliberately dragged out her voice, "Master Zhou, the narcissus girl is yours tonight!

Brother Gongzi, who was almost fighting with Zhou Ye at the beginning, walked up to him at some point, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a joke in his eyes: "Buy a girl for a thousand taels to spend the night, tsk, unless that girl is a fairy daughter in the sky, otherwise, hahaha!"

The rest of the men didn't stay too long, and dispersed one after another, all saying the same words in their mouths:

"The Dance Pavilion and the Zhou Ye from this place are both famous tonight!"

Zhou Ye was stunned in place, feeling that everything that happened before seemed to be wrong, but he couldn't say it for a while. It wasn't until someone smiled and asked himself to collect the bill, and he left the silver ticket in his hand, that he came back to his senses.

He didn't even see the girl's face or figure!

Looking at Zhou Ye's stunned appearance, the man in Zhuyi who was hidden in the crowd chuckled and said lightly: "The girl's nature is difficult to move, and she still loves to play tricks on people." The tone was doting.

Immediately, he put a fan to his lips, got up and followed in the direction Tang Tang left.