There are not many things in the world that can make Qianqin feel a headache, it just so happens that the north and south draw the ground as a prison in the Qinglou is something he never expected, the Qinglou is naturally the Qinglou called the Qinglou, which is a bit awkward to say, but this is the most prosperous place in Chang'an There is an elegant saying.

Thinking of the Qinglou, the elegance is the same, and the natural romance of the Qinglou is it. In the end, this name is still exquisite, and other families are still thinking about what name is not dusty and elegant, and people directly named it Qinglou, which is amazing.

Whether to go to the Qinglou or not, which Qinglou to go to, which girl in which Qinglou is the most moving.

The three sentences that the sanctimonious Yake scribe most often put on his lips invisibly made three signboards for this ingenious Qinglou, and it was difficult for business not to be popular.

Then again, there is a reason why Qianqin can throw Yu Ruyi as a dog bone here, he has lived on the third floor for three years is only one of the reasons, Kyoto has never lacked high-rollers and wealthy businessmen to spend a lot of money here, and it is common to ransom a red oiran to take a concubine, the main reason is because his surname is Qian, and it happens that this Qinglou is also opened by him.

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Qianqin soon learned of another thing that made him doubt his life, relying on the fact that he was unwilling to go back to the north and south of the courtyard, he didn't even call any girl to accompany him in the past few days, let alone sleep in those flowers.

In addition to the usual three meals, the north and south sit on the red table to read, and even some girls look at their childish cuteness, pull up the skirt and want to tease, they will be driven away by him with a nervous face, and it has slowly become a wonderful thing in the green building.

Fortunately, Nanbei also knew the name of the dry brother, and originally regarded him as an ascetic to sharpen the red dust, but he was suddenly frightened, the girl didn't want it, the three meals a day were all cooked by private chefs, and she didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

After listening to what the steward said, Qianqin looked at the north and south who were looking around at this time, and he actually looked like an idler visiting and enjoying the scenery, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

"I heard that you only get down from your seat and move to the side of the fence these days when you are playing music in the main hall?"

Nanbei frowned when he heard this, and hurriedly stared at the book without squinting.

Qianqin couldn't be so easy to dismiss, and continued to say, "Let me think about it... There are not many little ladies who can show their faces in the main hall, Qingluo, Yingyu, or Zizhu?"

As if they hadn't heard, the north and the south remained unmoved.

Jingle bells...

The silver bell rings softly,

The fingers holding the book trembled.

It seems to welcome the arrival of this silver bell, whether it is three floors high and low, or a private seat or a side hall, there is a tide of cheers and cheers, red silk rolls up on the ground, and the ribbons that are suspended in the air are blown like a fairyland.

The phoenix lamp was lit, and the sweet aroma was wrapped in fat powder and scattered in the air.

A vermilion table floated in the clear pond, and the clear water was soon filled with delicate flower branches.

There was a woman at the corner of the floating staircase with a silver bell tied to her ankle.

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When Qianqin heard the admiration in the hall at this moment, he knew in his heart which girl was on the stage, and suddenly saw Nanbei's face showing an anxious look that could not be hidden, and then he suddenly realized.

Just about to laugh a few words, he suddenly remembered the big event that he had almost done with Yun Zhao a few days ago, and his expression gradually became strange, and his eyes looked back and forth on Nanbei.

was a little apprehensive when he saw it, Nanbei couldn't help but roll his eyes: "I just like her, what's wrong!"

The voice was neither loud nor small, but it made the speaker blush, and he didn't have the calmness he usually had.

However, Qianqin did not say anything because of this, but became even more embarrassed.

Just as he was about to speak, Nanbei had already trotted all the way to the railing.

Fu the twelve-stringed zheng, only one song is played every night, and there is only one person who is in the red dust but is regarded as the best in Chang'an, and that is the barefoot woman who has won the applause of the house at this moment, and the Qing people have taken refuge.

It was the woman who was almost exchanged for a sword full of spars that day, although the Qing Qi people who only sold their art and did not sell their bodies were just waiting for the price to sell, there was no Qing Qi that could not be bought, only a money bag that was not enough to bulge.

However, this statement did not work when applied to refuge, and countless extravagant and noble people who broke their heads for them could not win a smile from the beauties even after pouring their wealth into it.

Qianqin is sure that he has done this unprecedented great cause, not because of how amazing the sword is, nor because of the forcible seizure of the boss behind the Qinglou.

His surname is Qian, and this surname not only gives him monstrous wealth, but more importantly, he can buy anything in the world.

It's one thing to have money to buy everything in the world that is sold at a price.

It's another thing to be able to buy anything in the world with money.

The two that seem to be similar represent completely different strengths, and some things are always something that money can't buy, but Qianqin can, except for the too exaggerated unsheathed, his experience from birth is perfect.

As Qianqin, as the eldest grandson of the Luoyang Qian.

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However, the seriousness of the problem at this time, Rao is Qianqin was also a little pale.

He clearly remembered the shameful virtue of Yun Zhao's nosebleeds that day, and he knew even more clearly what a tragic story would happen between brothers who fell in love with the same woman.

Shaking his head fiercely, he didn't have a clue after thinking about it, and Qianqin decided to hand over two knives each when the two of them fought, which was also considered benevolent and righteous.

The early reincarnation of these bastards is the greatest contribution to this world.

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The green silk was not tied up, nor was it coiled, but was tied casually with a silk white grosgrain.

The head of the mantis is slightly raised, the three thousand green silk shawls are scattered, the fingertips deftly pick the strings, and the fingers are like hitting the golden stone, and a string of pearls and jade sounds pour out.

The sound of the piano is not stained with the slightest turbidity, sometimes the water is blown between the streams, sometimes the feathers are combed in the forest, and they fall from the sky, which is called refuge.

Nanbei didn't pay attention to the pair of slender feet that attracted countless eyes, even if it was enough to make people's blood rush white and round, but his gaze still stayed on the strings of the zither, just as it was back then.

A long time ago, he was still playing the piano in the art hall, his bare feet were still draped in cloth skirts, cinnabar had not been lit between his eyebrows, and his lips had not been covered with red makeup.

Nanbei liked to sit in the lower seat at that time, constantly commenting on her, as she became more and more beautiful, Nanbei gradually did not dare to look directly, and could only stare at the zither string with a red face, and the conversion always laughed at him for having a thief's heart but not a thief's courage.

His father scolded him for not having a big ambition, so he shaved his beard to prove that he was full of mud, and took refuge and looked at him distressedly.

His father scolded him for not being a thing, so he abandoned his surname and became a north and south that was not an east and west, and took refuge in Fuqin to sing for him.

Nanbei was expelled from his home, and before leaving, he gave him a silver bell and promised to marry her in the future.

Take refuge in folding the qin and change the zheng, because there is a sentence written in the books that the north and south often read, the qin is pleasing to oneself, and the zheng is pleasing to others.

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"I think your love story is quite bumpy, so I decided to help you kill Yun Zhao. ”

Qianqin's expression was quite serious,

The north and the south only care about touching their heads and being stupid,

Yun Zhao, who was walking through the alley in the dark, sneezed.