A prostitute: a good wife provoked an evil husband

The old shopkeeper is a smart person. Seeing An Xiaoqing's expression, he knew that his things had not been seen, so he quietly said to An Xiaoqing: "The girl is a noble person, and the things displayed outside are for ordinary people to see." Yes, there is an excellent pair of ice-species emerald heads inside, which is worth thousands of gold, if you want it or not, can you go in and see if you want it?"

An Xiaoqing became interested as soon as she heard it. In her previous life, she heard that the best jadeite was glass, but there is no glass in this world, and she doesn't know what the top ice will look like. It's good to go and see.

Hongxia and the others were enjoying watching a piece of coral head, so they didn't notice that An Xiaoqing was invited upstairs by the shopkeeper.

Zisang wanted to follow, but was stopped by the waiter: "Sister, you can't go in. Everything inside is top quality. If you accidentally break it, the girl can't afford it."

Although Zisang was a little hesitant, she thought that An Xiaoqing was a witty person, and since everyone was outside, nothing would happen.

An Xiaoqing came upstairs, and the cabinet owner lifted the curtain to invite An Xiaoqing in. As expected, the upstairs had a different style. There were two rows of multi-treasure lattices beside the wall, filled with all kinds of exquisitely carved jade articles, which were interesting to play with. Yes, useful, more wearing, An Xiaoqing saw a pair of beautiful eyes, the shopkeeper introduced a lot while walking, but also learned a lot of knowledge about jade.

But after looking at it for a long time, I didn't see any top-grade ice jadeite. When I was suspicious, the shopkeeper opened the curtain in the inner room again, and a burst of fragrance came in. It's the top-quality Longjing, An Xiaoqing's favorite, "The boss inside Is there a private room?" Without waiting for the boss to invite, An Xiaoqing walked in.

When he raised his eyes, he was stunned.

In the beautifully decorated room, white gauze floats lightly, a small square table, a guqin, a man in a dark green brocade robe, with a loose bun on his head, his eyebrows cut like knives, and his eyes blue Liuli, with exquisite and profound features, has a distant and elegant demeanor, with a trace of undisciplined mediocrity. Beside him, there is a small red lacquered clay stove, with a charcoal fire burning vigorously, and a small pot on the stove, filled with mist.

The scenery in front of her was peaceful, tranquil, elegant and picturesque. An Xiaoqing blinked, thinking that she had entered a fairyland on earth, so she turned around and left.

"Since you're here, why don't you have a drink? You'll regret it if you don't taste the best Mingqian Longjing."

Before I could get out, there was no trace of the door that came in before, as if An Xiaoqing came in through the window. This was clearly a trap, which had been designed long ago.

Since you can't go, stay and have a cup of tea.

An Xiaoqing calmly sat down opposite Ye Qianjin, picked up the teapot on the clay stove, poured a cup for herself, raised the cup and smelled it in her nose, well, the fragrance was overflowing, refreshing her heart, she couldn't help but praised:

"Good tea, really good tea."

After finishing speaking, he took another sip, enjoying the sweet aftertaste, and took another three sips before placing the small cup on the small table.

A faint smile appeared on Ye Qianjin's face. This time, he poured another glass for An Xiaoqing with his own hands.

"Thank you." An Xiaoqing picked it up and savored it carefully.

Three cups of tea poured down her throat, An Xiaoqing's expression was leisurely and peaceful, not a bit anxious or worried, and Ye Qianjin didn't say much, as soon as she lifted her finger, she began to play.

What he played was a folk song of Dachu, the tune was clear and clean, revealing the heartiness and frankness of the grassland, the enthusiasm and heroism of the herdsmen, and the joy of freeing horses in Tianshan Mountain.

Unknowingly, An Xiaoqing's mind also flew up with the sound of the piano, as if she had also arrived at the endless Inner Mongolia prairie in her previous life,