Tanabata Diva Concert: Happy Breakup

Half an hour later, there were three more women in the room. One of them was Xiaocui. She poured a glass of wine for Cheng Chumo and said in a tired voice: "Young master, I haven't seen you for a long time. I thought you gave me to your family." Forgot."

The girl next to Zheng Zhengjin had a professional smile on her face, but he did not speak.

Cheng Chumo was charming, he said: "Oh, Xiao Cui, weren't you busy some time ago? I was on duty, how could I forget you."

Zheng Zhengjin looked at Xiao Cui, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

how to say,

Xiao Cuiba, with an exquisite figure and a petite figure,

As for Cheng Chumo, he is just like a big bear. If the two of them walked together, it would be a real-life version of Beauty and the Beast.

Cheng Chuliang was at the side, the woman beside him was clinging to him, and his hands were hidden from everyone's eyes, looking extremely dishonest.

"Come out, come out, the mysterious oiran has come out." There was a burst of noise, and then the sound of silk and bamboo sounded, but it could still be heard.

Zheng Zhengjin also became interested. He was sitting by the window, where he could overlook the performers on the stage below, as well as the people who played, played, and sang.

I saw a woman, her skin was as white as porcelain, her lips were red, and her eyes were like stars, but there was more of death inside. She has a delicate figure and a plump figure. Wearing a pale pink emerald smoke sweater, her delicate face was shrouded by a piece of tulle of two colors.

She came to the stage,
In fact, women in brothels all hope that someone can buy them home. Even if they become a maid, it is better than being reduced to treating others with sex in a brothel.

But what these women yearn for more are stories of talented men and beautiful women. Little do they know that all bad people are scholars.

The madam himself walked onto the stage and made an introduction.

"If there is any talented person whose talent can impress Miss Jinse, then he can become her guest."

In fact, the madam also hopes that these girls will have a good outcome. After all, these women are all being implicated by others.

Zheng Zhengjin took a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand and nodded silently: "She looks good, but I don't know how her piano skills are?"

Then he asked: "Brother Chu Mo, if you want to take the girl from the brothel away and redeem her body, how much money will it cost?"

Before Cheng Chumo could reply, Xiaocui said: "Sister Jinse treats us very well, but her situation is a bit special. She sold herself to come to Xiangmanlou, so her price is a bit expensive. , and if you want to redeem yourself, you should need two thousand strings."

"Oh, is that so? Let's listen to how she plays the song first." Zheng Zhengjin looked down. Although the people on the stage had their faces covered by gauze, they couldn't resist Zheng Zhengjin's piercing eyes.

“Ding, ding, ding, ding~~~~”

The sound of the piano flowed out like flowing water, but there was a hint of cynicism and resentment in the sound.
The girl next to Zheng Zhengjin asked: "Master, do you know music?"

Zheng Zhengjin replied without hesitation: "Of course I understand this."

The girl continued: "I didn't expect that the young master actually has such talent!" She sighed a little, after all, there are very few young masters who know music these days.

Zheng Zhengjin looked at the girl beside him, who was also petite, and said to her: "There is some pen and ink here."

The girl smiled coquettishly and said: "Of course there is, I will prepare it for you now." After saying that, she stood up.

Cheng Chumo looked at Zheng Zhengjin in surprise and said, "Brother, are you planning to write an article?" Zheng Zhengjin nodded and said with a smile, "She is proficient in music, but I don't know if she can compose music!"

Then the girl prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone. She came to Zheng Zhengjin's side with a smile, her delicate body already pressed against him. Zheng Zhengjin smiled and said, "Let's polish the ink."

"Okay." The woman smiled and began to polish Zheng Zhengjin's ink. ,

The sound of the piano downstairs has stopped. Rather than saying that she is playing the piano, it is better to say that she is looking for a close friend.

After the last note was played, the stunning woman stood up, bowed to everyone, and said in a calm tone: "I will go back to my room first." In fact, she meant that she wanted to wait for her talented man.

When the girl left, the madam went up to the stage with a smile. She said: "Miss Jinse has something to say first. If anyone can write good poems and good articles, then with her approval, he can become her The guest of honor."

At this time, the little girl next to Zheng Zhengjin ran downstairs excitedly and hurriedly with a piece of paper, quickly came to the edge of the stage, and whispered: "Mom, look at who is upstairs here. The poem written by the young master is said to be for Miss Jinse."

She ran all the way to the stage downstairs, her face flushed with exhaustion, and she had witnessed the birth of this poem with her own eyes.

Delicate and affectionate, she herself wanted to eat Zheng Zhengjin.

"What, someone actually wrote it so quickly. Are you kidding? I don't believe it anyway,"

"I don't believe it either. Girl Jinse is mine, no one can take her away from her."

"Made, how should I write so that I can hold the beauty back home?"

The group of scholars and scholars below the stage all had headaches. There is a little ink on the chest, but not much.
People like Pei Qian are racking their brains to think about it, because he also wants the beauty he hugged to return. The most important thing is that if he wins the heart of the oiran, then he will come back to the house in the future, and of course he doesn't need money. Another ability to brag with others,
At this moment, next to Pei Qian, a young man dressed in white, who was about fifteen years old, said, "Brother Pei, do you have any ideas?"

Pei Gan shook his head and said, "Brother Zhangsun, do you have any ideas?"

When Changsun Chong heard this, he smiled awkwardly, shook his head and said, "The time is a bit too hasty. But if it is a simple poem, it is still possible."

Pei Gan said calmly: "Then you should hurry up. Otherwise, it will be bad if someone takes the lead."

Changsun Chong sneered and said, "Brother Pei, do you know who is upstairs about the article that the little girl mentioned was handed down from upstairs?"

Pei Gan murmured: "Could it be him?" He couldn't help but grit his teeth, and then said: "Impossible, so what if it was written by him, she will never be favored by Miss Jinse."

Changsun Chong shook his head and thought: "This guy is just playing ball."

At this time, the madam on the stage took the paper from the woman. The first thing that caught her eye was not the beauty of the poem, but a font she had never seen before.
I sighed in my heart: "This font is like nothing I've ever seen before. It's like an iron painting with a silver hook, and it's sharp everywhere."

Then when she looked at what she had written, the madam’s plump and delicate body kept trembling. As the madam of this shop, she naturally had some literary skills. What kind of poem can it be passed down through the ages? Can it be remembered for generations? , she still has some idea in her mind.

She said to the girl: "Please invite some young master to go to Jinse's room."

The girl said confusedly: "Huh?"

"Ah, what? If I ask you to go, just go. If you don't obey me, be careful that I will sell you to Goulan. I will betray you." The old bustard threatened.

"Yes, yes, yes, slave, go right away." She didn't react much to the Madam's threat, because these words had become the Madam's mantra, but the Madam was still very kind to them.
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(End of this chapter)