She lowered her head and walked slowly with small steps.

The drinkers all fell silent the moment she appeared. The entire Peony Pavilion suddenly fell silent. They looked at the girl with bated breath, for fear that they would miss something in the blink of an eye.

Finally she reached the square platform between the two floors.

A distant lute sounded suddenly.

Several bewitching maids who surrounded her retreated one after another as if they had been ordered to do so. So on that square stage, there was only one girl in yellow left, Yingying was independent. She bowed her head and wrapped her hands around a lute. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, the drinkers felt that she was very beautiful at the moment.

They looked at the girl on the stage in a daze, with undisguised desire and greed in their eyes.

"Gollum. I don't know who swallowed a mouthful of saliva, breaking the silence in the Peony Pavilion at the moment.

It seems to be an aversion to such a voice, or something else. The girl in yellow suddenly stretched out her jade finger and plucked it lightly on the pipa string.

Lofty!

Another distant lute sounded.

The woman suddenly raised her head. What kind of face is that?

Moth eyebrows and teeth, Qiong nose ice muscles. It is said that the fish and geese are shy of the moon, but they look pale, which is not enough to describe the beauty of the woman. In other words, there is no word in this world that can truly explain her beauty.

She is like an elf who strayed into the world, and like an immortal who has fallen into the mortal dust. It's incredibly beautiful.

But before people had time to marvel, they saw her jade fingers plucking back and forth on the pipa strings, and a crisp sound sounded with a rhythm.

It whined. It seems that people from outside the country look at the bright moon, and it is like a spring lady waiting for the king's return.

This song was created by a woman in the previous dynasty, when the troubled times, the husband of the woman's childhood sweetheart was recruited to the front. The woman waited for more than ten years of cold and heat, and the last thing she waited for was his crown. In the midst of her sorrow and mourning, the woman composed this song to mourn her deceased husband.

The name of this song is called Twist Qingmei, and that woman is Fan Ruyue's mother-in-law, Mrs. Qingyu.

Fan Ruyue played this song very well, even Su Changan, who didn't understand the rhythm, couldn't help but be attracted by the tune, and there were bursts of sadness in his mind.

But the drunkards didn't notice it. They just stared at the girl, as if a fire was burning in their eyes. It seems that I can't wait to rush up now, pull out her clothes, and bully her fiercely.

That's how many things in this world are, no matter how good you are, but for a group of beasts in human skin, all they see is the glittering gold in the chest and the white flesh of the woman under the clothes.

Fan Ruyue also seemed to understand what kind of group of people she was facing, and a layer of haze was cast in her eyes. She looked around with luck, but she didn't see the figure she wanted to see. Her heart was finally confused, and her hand playing with the pipa lost some square inches, and a few wrong notes popped.

Su Changan frowned, he felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this song, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He looked at the drinkers around him, but saw that they were staring at the woman on the stage without blinking, and they didn't seem to notice anything unusual. But I don't know whether I am fascinated by listening to the music, or fascinated by watching the girl.

Finally, Fan Ruyue put away the pipa and stood on the stage with her head on her chin. Her figure is a little thin and a little pitiful, like fish on a chopping board, waiting for someone to sell it.

But her appearance did not make everyone in the audience feel the slightest pity, but only aroused their beastly nature hidden under the seemingly gorgeous clothes.

At this time, a middle-aged woman who looked like an old bustard walked up, she smiled at the men in the audience, and then said in her somewhat hoarse voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is our Peony Pavilion Oiran this time, Fan Ruyue girl." ”

She paused as she spoke, as if waiting for a response from everyone in the audience.

But she didn't wait for the reaction she wanted, and the men still looked at the girl in a daze, and there was no room for anything else in their eyes.

But the old bustard was not annoyed, she smiled ambiguously at everyone in the audience, and said: "You look like you are going to eat our Fan Ruyue girl alive, but our Fan girl is very timid, and if you look at it like this, you may scare her away." ”

This old bustard is a long-standing person at a glance, and a simple sentence or two can grasp the pain points of these men, and they reluctantly withdraw their gaze that seems to have been glued to Fan Ruyue's body, and look at this old bustard.

Some open-mouthed sons and brothers said loudly at this time: "How can we be willing to eat Miss Fan, what we are thinking about is to take Miss Fan to the bed and love her!"

As soon as these words came out, bursts of laughter suddenly resounded in the hall, and for a while, some vulgar and unbearable remarks emerged one after another. And the girl on the cusp of the storm lowered her head deeper and deeper, like a frightened rabbit.

But Su Changan and the others glanced at each other, and the displeasure in their eyes was even more obvious.

These young people who are not deeply involved in the world have an indescribable rejection of such a scene.

The bustard on the stage was very happy with the reaction of the drinkers, and said happily: "If you don't give up, why don't you let my girl play another song for you?"

Before she could say this, the glass flew over and slammed it on her head. The glass was obviously extremely forceful, and it smashed a deep red mark directly on her head.

"What is the play! If you want to listen to the music, do you have to spend money to come to your Peony Pavilion? Hurry up and start for me, I can't wait. It was the prince who had just gone to the private room, and he came out angrily with a folding fan, and began to shout at the old bustard.

It seems that the prince has spoken his heart, and the surrounding drinkers have also begun to urge.

Although the old bustard was smashed on the head, he was not angry, and said with a disgusting smile on his face: "Since you are so interested, I will no longer be verbose, then now our Oiran out of the cabinet meeting will begin." ”

As soon as she said this, many uniformly dressed maids poured out around her, holding a jade plaque in their hands, and handed it to every group of drinkers present. Su Changan and the others were naturally no exception, he took his jade plaque, which had the words fifty-six written on it.

He was a little puzzled, turned his head and asked Ruyan next to him: "Sister Ruyan, what is this thing?"

The young boys and girls around him didn't know much either, so they all turned their heads to look at Ruyan when they heard Su Changan's question.

Ruyan glanced at this group of children angrily, and he didn't understand anything, and he didn't know why he came to this Peony Pavilion. But in the end, she said: "This is the ID card, which will be used to identify the Oiran when bidding." ”

"Bidding?" Su Changan was still puzzled.

But he will understand it very well, because the prince has impatiently raised the jade plate in his hand, he seems to be a distinguished guest of the Peony Pavilion, his brand is a few points bigger than Su Changan's, and it is also inlaid with gold edges.

"One thousand taels!" said the prince.

This call was like a fuse, completely igniting the flame in the hearts of these men present, and for a while, there was an endless stream of drinkers holding signs.

"One thousand one!"

"One thousand two!"

"Three thousand eight!" The price was pushed to an extremely high level in a very short period of time. It was rare for the first night of the Oiran in the Peony Pavilion to have a high price of more than three thousand taels, and this Fan Ruyue girl had already exceeded this price in less than a quarter of an hour.

The old bustard's face was huddled with joy, like a rotten chrysanthemum about to wither. This kind of thing hasn't happened for a long time, the last time it seems to be more than ten years ago, the girl called Ruyan, was brought out by another old bustard, and it was sold for more than three thousand taels that year, I can't imagine that today, she also has this blessing. When she thought of the sums of money she could share, her heart blossomed.

The price is still rising, and the men seem to have fallen into evil, the jade plaques in their hands are being lifted again and again, and the eyes that look at Ruyan are becoming more and more fanatical each time.

But Su Changan's face became extremely ugly at this time, and he understood what the so-called asking price meant when the prince surnamed Wang called out the first price.

It's not that he doesn't know what a place like the Peony Pavilion does. But when a group of people, treating a person, as if it were an item, bargaining with each other. He couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and he looked around at the faces of the men who had become distorted and even hideous by some unspeakable desire. He felt strange, as if he were in the midst of a pack of beasts.

He hated things like this, he hated places like this, and he hated people like this.

Although he had never had such a beautiful vision of this world, he still felt disgusted and unbearable when the filth of this world was presented to him in such an unbearable way.

He clenched his hands into fists, perhaps because he was pushing too hard, and the veins on his hands flare.

And the men's outcry continued, their eyes bloodshot with excitement and bloodshot from congestion. They opened their mouths, spitting from their mouths with excitement.

These well-dressed characters in Chang'an City on weekdays have become so ugly at this moment.