Xicheng District, Phoenix Street, is brightly lit.

Especially Mochizuki Pavilion.

The people coming and going are endless, like a night market.

Ask who isn't?

And food color can also be used as an excuse by nature.

Therefore, the sons and sons of Shaoqing gathered together to eat the eldest daughter of the right minister.

On weekdays, the right minister is so domineering.

Now, it may be expected that the eldest daughter, who has not been out of the pavilion for thirteen years, is in this Moon Pavilion, playing the phoenix and showing off coquettishness?

The children of the rich and powerful are all superior to others.

Therefore, he rubbed his fists and swore to spare no expense, but also to unveil this woman and see her first face.

In this way, it can be regarded as overlooking the imperial city of Kyoto.

The woman in front of the high platform is beautiful.

You can know it from her uncovered bright eyes, uncovered forehead, and shallow eyebrows.

Her eyes were watery, and she looked at people, like all the famous prostitutes in the past.

The only difference is that she's still a virgin.

The first man who made her a famous prostitute will be in the spotlight and go down in history.

So many men's hearts are restless.

The richer and more powerful, the more restless.

The woman seemed to be smiling, revealing from her eyes.

Although her father died, her mother died, and Chun'er died, she didn't cry.

Because it's useless to cry.

Nor will anyone hear it.

So she has to laugh and smile with the most beautiful face.

Like at this moment.

She was on a high platform, dressed in a pink off-the-shoulder dress, kneeling on cotton felt.

Tender and graceful, beautiful posture.

Under her is a long harp. Ancient brown, made of Yuwang fragrant wood.

The piano has seven strings, and she plucks them upwards with both hands.

The hand was very white, like onion jade.

So under the high platform, there were men around.

Every time the fingers move, every time the piano sounds, the men's hearts itch.

Because of this song, it is called Phoenix Citation.

The legacy of the world, the independence of the world.

From Zuo Kuang, to Mei Fengyun, and then to this woman, the rest are legends.

There are also many people who pretend to be elegant and pretend to be familiar with the law.

Really elegant, people who know the tunes are also here.

Because fifteen years have passed, since Mei Fengyun died, there is a second person in the world who can play the phoenix.

So this Mochigetsu Pavilion became an elegant place overnight.

But no matter how elegant it is, it can't stop the sons, their hot hearts.

At the end of the half-song, the woman on the high platform pressed the strings, and there was a trilling pause.

The man in brocade seemed to understand, and took advantage of this time to applaud.

At the same time, a large number of silver tickets were thrown on the stage.

Many people immediately rejected it.

When the strings are about to stop, they use the gap to clap their hands, thinking that they understand.

But I don't know, it's the biggest thing I don't understand.

This song should only be listened to, and there should not be any applause.

All the applause slandered it.

However, the woman smiled and smiled shyly, expressing her gratitude.

The saddest thing is that she is the person who knows the most about phoenixes today.

"The rhythm of music is born from the heart, where the mind goes, and where the sound of the piano goes. ”

When she was seven years old, there was a boy in a nursing robe who told her so.

That was the first time they met.

She remembered it for six years.

Today, she was thirteen years old.

She already understands this sentence, so the music she plays can be so beautiful.

However, what made her write down more deeply was the next sentence.

He said, "People have joy and sorrow and play the rhythm, and people who do not play the rhythm and get joy and sorrow." ”

But in the world, who else can hear that her song is not happy?

Although she is wrapped in her face, her eyebrows and eyes are smiling!

Although she is tender and graceful, her posture is beautiful!

Although her heart goes, the piano sound reaches!

Because her tears flowed in her heart.

All turned into strong.

Because what if you're not strong?

Which person in this stage didn't covet her piano sound and posture and came to play with her?

Crying only makes them crazier, more ferocious, and more exposed.

In her eyes, this is a world without the word compassion.

The two luckiest things in her life were knowing the piano and hearing the man's words.

The next moment, the wind fell, and the phoenix stopped.

The breath of the world is blowing again.

Without the blowing of this magnificent piano sound, Mochizuki Pavilion is still Mochizuki Pavilion.

Where human flesh is sold, it is bloody, greasy, and vulgar.

"I'll give you five thousand taels for this song!" A young man looked like a son, dressed in a purple robe, and elegantly put down the tea ceremony in his hand.

Five thousand taels?

As soon as this price came out, the audience immediately went crazy.

In the tavern, good wine and good meat, a table of dishes, only two taels of silver.

In the eyes of the people, two taels of silver is also a lot of money.

Then the next moment, a man in a silver shirt spoke.

"Ten thousand taels!" he said.

One mouth, another five thousand taels.

Even if the price increases, it should not be this kind of increase.

So everyone couldn't help but look at the man in the silver shirt.

This look was even more shocking, and it was Cai Yu, the son of the left prime minister.

Now that the left phase is powerful, who else dares to add his words.

Seeing everyone's sighs, the silver-shirted man laughed, got up and said, "Cai is asking for Tang Gongzi today." But what you call is yours, and you need not care. After all, is it the one who has the highest price? ”

Tang Gongzi??

Everyone looked to Cai Yu's side and saw a man drinking tea in Anran.

It's none other than the son of Dasi Kou, Tang Pei.

"I, Qin, will pay 15,000 taels! This Peiyu girl's first night, I am going to decide. A handsome young man said.

Everyone only heard the voice and knew that it was a frequent visitor to the Moon Pavilion, the eldest son of Taifu Temple, Qin Yihan spoke.

The minting of coins in Taifu Temple is the richest official position in the Ming Dynasty.

His eldest son, as you can imagine.

"Twenty thousand taels!" Cai Yu got up.

Three words out, he sat down calmly, the wind was light.

What is even less turbulent is Tang Pei beside him.

The son of the Great Priest, it is not a trivial matter to want to sleep with a woman.

He never thought that anyone would be able to outweigh him today.

"Thirty thousand taels!" At this time, a man in purple got up and spoke.

Hey?

Thirty thousand taels?

All inhale.

This number is beyond the scope of the rich man's burden.

But that's just the beginning.

In the Imperial City, there are too many wealthy families.

In a short time, it had climbed to 90,000 taels unimaginably.

This is an astronomical amount, and everyone sighs.

Only the woman in the pink dress on the stage had a plain face.

Her body was sold, from one person to another.

She didn't know who would end up in her hands.

But she knew that no matter who it was, she couldn't refuse!

At the same time, she will not refuse.

She will use her body, her hands, the harp in her hands, to take revenge on some people.

Otherwise, she would have died.

"One hundred thousand taels!" suddenly shouted, and a man in a blue shirt spoke.

The next moment, he got up and looked at all the bidders in the audience.

It is the only son of the Great Sikou, Tang Pei.

His gaze was not gentle for a long time, and it was a little cold at the moment.

Apparently angry, he was a little impatient.

At this time, Cai Yu got up and looked at everyone: "If you get this price, you will almost get it! ”

Although this sentence is euphemistic, it also has a strong meaning.

At this level, there are not many sons and brothers who can afford 100,000 taels of silver.

Therefore, after these words, the huge Mochizuki Pavilion began to be silent.

The corners of Tang Pei's mouth were playful, and his cold gaze changed to gentleness.

"Announce it!" Cai Yu turned to the pricing guy and said.

The little guy was already stunned, when had he experienced such a battle?

It has always been the first night of a famous prostitute, and the price is only 30,000 taels, so he took the lead in glancing at the old bustard.

The old bustard stood on the top of the pavilion, and the situation in this situation was in full view.

Although she knew that Cai Yu and the others were suspected of being a threat, after all, they were Xiangguo and Si Kou's son, she nodded.

The little guy understood, and when he struck the gong, the Moon Pavilion was as silent as a house.

At this time, everyone's eyes were on Tang Pei, just waiting to be announced.

Including women on cotton felt.

She bit her lip.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a loss in my heart.

After all, for so many years, I have missed a person.

Now her body, if she is not left for him, in addition to death, there is also sorrow.

"Mochizuki Pavilion Oiran Peiyu, by—" The little guy announced.

"Slow!"

However, the next moment, it was interrupted by a late voice.

The voice came from a man who broke down the door.

"I disagree!"

Hey?

Everyone turned their faces away and looked at the attic door.

So is Peiyu.

In an instant, the man moved.

He stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, jumped up, swept over the heads of all the sons and young people, and flew towards the women on the high platform.

He was dressed in white, as clean as snow, and his robe like gauze fluttered in the air.

A long hair, neatly combed, only a strand of sideburns fell.

This lock of long hair makes his bearing gentle, like a poet.

In his hand, there was a jade flute, pale cyan, more than two feet.

The next moment, holding the flute, he began to play.

The sound of the flute is poignant and extreme, and the name is called the phoenix.

Zhong Ziya, a strange person in later generations, changed the qin rhythm to the flute rhythm for the Burmese left Kuang.

The moment the flute sounded, the woman began to tremble.

Her heart trembled, her body trembled, her tears trembled.

Zuofu was full of murders, and she didn't shed a single tear.

But at this moment, no matter how strong it is, it can't be stronger.

By listening to just one sound, she could understand it all.

Understand that he understands her, understands that he is that person.

She looked up at Liu Xu who fell from the sky.

Love someone, not by looks, not by bearing, only by luck.

Six years ago, they met for the first time, entered their hearts, and had memories.

He said, "One day you will understand, the phoenix will be the real phoenix." ”

Now, after a catastrophe, the whole house has been beheaded and lives in a brothel.

But he came from heaven, high and low.

At this moment, teach her heart, how not to tremble?

She looked at Liu Xu, the meaning was difficult to understand.

The next moment, the white robe flew and the willow fell.

A handsome face appeared in front of him.

His flute sound is very beautiful, and it should not be a man who blows it in a miserable and cold manner.

Everyone is immersed in the rhythm of the music, and there is déjà vu.

"Phoenix lead??" finally someone heard.

When he landed, the man's gaze was stunned.

It wasn't until then that everyone reacted.

The next moment, the song ended, and the aftermath lingered in my ears for a long time.

Liu Xu put away the jade flute and stepped closer to the woman.

"Mei wants to use this song to change the veil on your face, I wonder if the girl is willing?" Liu Xu said.

There were tears in the woman's eyes, she looked at Liu Xu, and only affectionately said three words, "Are you him?"

This question drains the luck of the next life and this life.

Her heart trembled more and more.