Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Destroyed three views
Qunfang Pavilion.

Li Dahu wrapped the short blades on the ground with cloth strips, turned and left.

With Li Dahu's departure, the door of the box opened again.

"Qingyan, ask your people in Qunfang Pavilion to change our box for us."

Zi Yan yelled loudly as if nothing had happened.

Waiting outside, Qing Yan, who had been worrying all the time, walked in quickly from the outside, her eyes were bloodshot, she bit her lip, her face was tired and pale.

"My lord, do you want to change the box on the upper floor?" Qing Yan glanced at the box, confirmed that Zi Yan was fine, she felt much more at ease, and then said.

"What's so special about the box upstairs?" Zi Yan asked with interest.

"It's different from the one downstairs. The one upstairs is a suite, and the price is more expensive..." Qing Yan briefly described the private room upstairs in a few words.

In fact, people usually have dinner in the box downstairs, even rich young masters, they all choose this way.

The box on the upper floor is a private space. Usually, women are brought in, and basically the two of them are alone, unless there are some special preferences.

After hearing this, Zi Yan laughed secretly, this Qing Yan invited her to the box upstairs, could it be that she has taken a fancy to her?
But unfortunately, she is not a man.

If this tells her the truth, will she ruin Sanguan?
However, Ziyan doesn't care about this, she has always been a destroyer of three views, because she is proficient in the art of disguise, men and women, old people and middle-aged people, when going out on missions, all kinds of people have played, except For a little girl under the age of 13, she really can't dress up, she can do anything else.

During this process, many ironic things happened, so naturally this one was not bad.

"Let's go, let's go upstairs to the box." Zi Yan smiled slightly.

Joy appeared on Qingyan's face, she stretched out her jade-like palm to gently stroke the hair on her forehead, and walked upstairs with a graceful posture.

"You two wait below. If the madam comes back, bring her up as soon as possible." Zi Yan ordered, and then followed Qing Yan upstairs.

Layer by layer, climb up from the fragrant stairs to the third floor of the pavilion.

The terrain here is high, and from the turning of the handrail, you can see the luxurious and prosperous street scene outside through the carved and hollowed-out windows. Zi Yan glanced at it and looked away.

After entering the box, Zi Yan felt the low-key luxury here, the screens, tables and chairs, the vases and antiques placed, the hanging paintings, all of which are very tasteful.

Near the table on the side, there is also a guqin, with a scorched yellow body and tight strings, it looks a little old.

Ziyan walked over, lowered her body, stretched out her slender fingers, and fiddled with the strings a few times, and a string of pleasant piano sounds immediately sounded.

"Young master can play the piano?" Qing Yan's eyes lit up.

"Slightly understand." Zi Yan said lightly.

"I see that Young Master plays the most difficult piece of Die Lian Hua's short piece casually. This is no longer a little understanding, but a mastery. Young Master is too modest." Qingyan's eyes fluttered and she smiled slightly.

She pursed her lips and suggested: "My lord, my family has recently adapted a new dance of neon clothes. I wonder if you can play a song to accompany my family's dance?"

"Okay, I just wanted to see how Qingyan's dance of neon clothes was adapted." Ziyan nodded, stepped forward and sat cross-legged, with her hands on the piano.

Gently picking and twisting with her fingertips, a song called Butterfly Love Flower flowed through her fingertips like complaining and weeping.

And the moment the piano sounded, Qingyan Liu bent her waist and danced gracefully.

Zi Yan sighed inwardly, this Qing Yan is a dance genius, he can actually change the dance of neon clothes into such a wonderful and beautiful, this is true art.

Originally, she was only going to play it casually, but now seeing Qingyan's talent, she felt sympathy for each other.

She thought, not only her, but also Yang Ruoqing would be upset when she saw it.

It's a pity that she is not a man herself, otherwise she would be ecstatic and fascinated by her.

No wonder that Ji Yushu went crazy for her, there was a reason for that.

After a dance, Qingyan's face turned red, she was extremely bright at this moment, she bit her lip, came to Ziyan's side, suddenly took Ziyan's arm, and whispered: "Master!"

Nephrite jade is warm and fragrant, and soft words are soft.

If it was a man, he would have been intoxicated long ago.

Zi Yan sighed and said, "Qing Yan."

At this moment, her voice has changed, it is no longer a man's voice, but her original voice has been restored.

Qing Yan's eyes widened: "Master, you..."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a man, I'm a girl."

Zi Yan turned sideways, took out the paint and wiped it on his face, the traces of those men disappeared immediately, revealing a face like a delicate jade, the beauty is not above Qing Yan, and there is an extra layer of heroism and eyebrows of a woman Between the charming.

"You can call me Jiang Ziyan." Ziyan smiled slightly.

Qingyan covered her mouth, and her eyes were covered with mist.

What is this? After all, there is a man I admire, who turns out to be a girl who disguises herself as a man.

All of a sudden, the world was spinning, and she felt that the world had changed.

It's like a dream!
Ziyan blinked playfully, and then took out the disguise box again, and in front of Qingyan, with a few casual strokes, she restored her face to that of a prince, and changed her voice into a man's voice.

"Qingyan, remember to keep it a secret, don't tell it."

Qingyan subconsciously nodded and said: "Okay, sister, I will keep it a secret."

Seeing Qingyan's dumbfounded appearance, Ziyan raised her eyebrows: "Don't worry, next time my sister will introduce you to a good husband, and I will keep you satisfied."

Zi Yan has seen many excellent men, and it is not a lie to introduce him to a good man.

"Miss **, your appearance-changing technique is so miraculous, just as miraculous as Mr. Yang's." Qing Yan couldn't help but said.

"Mr. Yang? Is he a doctor who can make faces?" Zi Yan smiled slightly.

Qingyan, who finally accepted the reality, became lively instead. She smiled and said: "Mr. Yang is a doctor who can change faces. People in the world call her a ghost doctor. She is very powerful. There are many women in Qunfang Pavilion who have changed their faces." Yes, but the slave family has not changed."

"That is, you don't need to change your appearance, and if you change it forcibly, it will leave flaws. When you get older, everything will come out." Ziyan said.

"Our girls in the brothel have this fate, many sisters can't help it, everyone has to live." Qing Yan sighed leisurely.

"What about you, with your ability, you can leave the brothel to make a living elsewhere." Zi Yan asked.

Qing Yan shook her head: "No way, with the appearance of the slave family, there is still the protection of the Qunfang Pavilion here. After leaving this place, it is uncertain whether she will survive or not. A few years ago, there was a leading girl in our Qunfang Pavilion who became a conscientious person. , however, she was soon abandoned by the scholar she fancied, and finally hanged herself."

(End of this chapter)