"The little woman is very unsightly, official~~"

The word behind the official is extremely long, a little coquettish and a little coquettish really makes Luo Shan's drinking hands tremble, he looks at the woman's makeup is not very vulgar and charming, not very good-looking, but very attractive, the small mouth pouted angrily and added a little charm.

sighed, he had no intention of indulging himself, he was not an indulgent person, how should he receive this kind of words, praise or not was not very good, so he had to smile and toast her with a glass of wine in embarrassment.

Putting aside this topic, I went straight to the main purpose of coming here, and rewarded her with one or two taels of silver, and here the pork is forty or fifty wen, one or two thousand wen, which is equivalent to a thousand yuan, and this kind of tip is very high in a small town.

"I'm here to look for someone, is the girl in red free?"

"Hmph! she's free."

After refusing politely, Mu'er's words and deeds did not have too much stimulation, the hum seemed to be coquettish, and after saying that, she took her skirt and walked quickly to the floor, and after a while, a little maid asked him to go upstairs to the girl in red's room.

A remnant sun shone into the room, and the girl's boudoir was extremely large and gorgeous, and the bed made of sandalwood was carved with fluttering butterflies and delicate peonies.

Hongyi sat quietly on the desk with her head on her hands, and Luo Shan could only see her vague silhouette at the door through the veil that divided the boudoir in two.

As an Oiran at present, she is not a performer, and there are not only her in the room, but also two older women who are masked and are guards.

Looking back at the people who came in, the veil hindered the inability to see Luoshan, she was full of disgust at all this, and her faint willow eyebrows furrowed, making the pure and beautiful goose egg face look distressing, and her dark and empty eyes were full of dead silence.

"Do you want to change all this?"

Hongyi felt that the voice was not coming from his ears, not from anywhere, from any direction, from his heart, from his mind, an extremely demagogic male voice, full of magic, making the calm pool of water ripple.

Long.

There was no response, only the sound of the pipa, as crisp as flowing water, revealing a sense of sorrow, she plucked the strings with her plain hands, telling the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and the red clothes were not white and Sun Kui were easy to impress.

She's been through so much.

The door is full of beheadings, and the friends of the former father are silent as if they don't know each other, and the childhood sweetheart looks at him with disgust when she falls in her family, as if complaining about bringing stains to his future career.

Is she a hero, she has believed and looked forward to it in the Fengyue place, but the reality is so cruel again and again.

How could a good person come to Fengyue to find love, and those bad ones were just playing with her feelings, because of the strict care of the owner of the Qinglou, she couldn't get a little red on the weak and boneless arm, that little bit of palace sand, and left.

Qu fell, the two people were silent, and Luoshan left.

One day

Two days,

Three days

For ten days in a row, Luoshan Chongjin took all the time of the red clothes, just for one person to play music, and the people in the entire Qinglou were very strange to him, and he didn't talk to the red clothes and drink like those dignitaries and nobles in the past. Just sit quietly and listen to Hongyi tell her story, her sorrow, her sorrow on the lute.

"You go out, I want to be alone with him"

"It's not in order"

"I have my own measure"

The two guards are not good at offending two cash cows, one is the Oiran of this green building, and the other is the big money owner, who has been selling a lot of money for several days in a row, and after asking the bustard to get permission, the two of them retreated.

In the house, the red clothes came out of the veil for the first time, and Luo Shan saw that his appearance was indeed enough to be the top brand, only a few points inferior to the Beigong yarn, and it was very likely to get the top spot when he participated in the Beijing Oiran Competition.

After the loyal ministers, the Jiangmen woman, who is only fourteen years old, is as tall as an ordinary man, and the length of her legs is heartwarming, which is very similar to the Keer person in Luo Shan's mind, but with less of the queen's temperament and a little more of a girl's sorrow.

"What do you want to get"

"It's not what I want to get, it's what you crave"

The first time Red spoke, he was in disbelief when he got a response, except for the first day when he asked himself if he longed for change. For ten days in a row, she didn't say a word, didn't look at it, and only listened to her sorrow in the song,

She doesn't believe that anything has no purpose, just to listen to the sound of her pipa, she is not a simple girl, she has experienced a lot, she has encountered a lot.

"I want to change the world, change you, believe it?"

"Unbelief"

Okay, Luo Shan is helpless, why is this last one so difficult, it is too difficult compared to the first two fools, and he feels that the older ones are really not easy to crutche, but fortunately, there are two people who have a chance to give her something.

"I don't believe in words, I only believe in action"

Since the other party confessed, Luoshan acted, gave him two things and left.

Believe it or not, it doesn't matter, this seed is planted and will always grow into a big tree, give her the secret book and a glass of spiritual wine, she herself has a cultivation method, but she doesn't have the mystery that Luoshan gives,

After just a few glances, you can know that this is a magical secret book that is enough to cause a sensation in the rivers and lakes, and when you smell the spirit wine, you will be a little lighter, and the red clothes have a complicated expression.

Ten days later,

Luoshan has not been to it once, and when the wind and snow are mixed that day, he came, still wearing the same cloth clothes,

Hongyi, who was nursing and tuning the pipa, heard that he was coming, and accidentally broke the string with her bare hand, and a few drops of red fell, she was no longer so calm, so dead and silent, and her heart began to wave.

When there were only two people in the room, Luo Shan threw him a piece of music, and it was not a loss that Bai investigated the person with a high level of intelligence and understanding, and he put it down and began to play it after just a few glances, and the sound of ancient rhyme and elegance sounded, soothing like a gentle drizzle, and gradually became passionate and moving.

Luoshan was intoxicated by it, this is: the sword is like a dream, and he can't help but start drinking and singing.

I was drunk and hazy. Right and wrong, understand or not.

I woke up, a spring dream. Life and death, everything is empty.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

Hate not to meet.

Love is in a hurry, and hate is in a hurry.

Everything goes with the wind.

Laughed wildly and sighed.

A life of happiness and a life of sorrow.

The string broke again, Hongyi couldn't control her emotions intentionally, love was in a hurry, hate was in a hurry, everything went with the wind, singing lightly, who could really do it, she looked at Luo Shan lightly, stood up expressionlessly, approached the person, and her hands were dripping with blood.

"What the hell do you want, stop playing this trick"

When the voice fell, she walked over and asked. Luo Shan was still sitting, didn't look at her, drinking a little wine, just now when he was singing for himself and went up another level of narcissism, it felt a little uncomfortable to be interrupted.

"I want to be a teacher, should you be my disciple?"

This kind of answer was beyond her expectations, beyond her imagination, feeling the intimate rubbing of her head, the tenderness like a father like a brother's family, the red clothes froze, the body began to tremble, and cried.

"Enough is enough, the feeling of expecting to be broken again I don't want to have it anymore"

"Not this time, trust me"

Should I believe him, as if I had nothing, and why not believe it again, one last time. She thought so.