Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 793 Young Master, Don’t Play Stupid 01
The weather was fine and the streets were crowded with people.

Pedestrians passing by, street vendors selling goods, children selling newspapers, looking around, it is a lively scene.

However, the Liyuan, which should be the busiest place, is not full of guests as usual today.

On the stage, the woman walked softly with lotus steps, and the red costume unfolded with the movement of her body. The delicately embroidered flowers on it were lifelike, and her light voice was like weeping, singing a low and melodious tune.

With the movement of turning her head back, the woman's charming eyes glanced shyly and timidly at the audience.

The surrounding area was empty, only in the middle of the front row were two young men sitting side by side.

Although these two are young, they are both well-known figures in Ningcheng. The family background behind them is very good, and they both have good looks. No woman in Ningcheng would want to marry such a figure.

The servant girl took small steps and carefully poured tea for the two of them, her eyes could not help but linger on the two of them.

Ji Quan raised his head, and those amorous peach blossom eyes met the servant girl who was peeking at him. When he saw the maidservant's delicate face, his handsome eyebrows and eyes stretched, and he smiled flirtatiously at the maidservant: "Even the maid who waits on you can't wait!" It’s so beautiful, it’s worth it.”

Hearing the other party's praise, the little girl's face immediately became red. She dawdled for a while, and seeing that the two of them stopped looking at her, she reluctantly retreated with her tray in her arms.

The maid stepped aside, and the other people in Liyuan immediately came up and asked in a hurry: "How is it? How is it? Xiaohong, what did Young Master Ji tell you just now?"

Speaking of this, Xiaohong's smile widened and she raised her head: "Master Ji praised me for being beautiful just now, and even said that this bag is worth it!"

Several other people suddenly showed envious expressions, but some people couldn't understand Xiaohong's complacency, and snorted and poured cold water on her.

"Young Master Ji is an old hand among the flowers. To praise you for being beautiful is just casually. People are not spending money to see you, a girl who brings tea and water. They are looking at our famous character—Xu Youyou."

The smile on Xiao Hong's face froze, and she turned to look at the woman on the stage, with bright facial features, a good figure, and such a good voice.

Xu Youyou, the signboard of their troupe is indeed not comparable to that of a little maid like her.

The little fantasy in her heart was shattered, tears welled up in Xiaohong's eyes, she looked at the person who spoke resentfully, turned around and left angrily.

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Sipping the fragrant tea, listening to the melodious music, and looking at the beautiful girl on the stage, Ji Quan sat in the chair and narrowed his eyes with enjoyment: "Shaohong, isn't the beauty on the stage not bad? "

He asked with full confidence, but the people around him didn't give him half a response.

Ji Quan turned his head puzzled, and met a cold face.

The man sitting next to him had picturesque features, if his expression could be softer, he must be a gentle and graceful young man, but in those long and narrow phoenix eyes, there was always a sharp and cold arrogance.

With such an aura, even he looked terrified, let alone those delicate girls.

So much so that the other party was twenty-six, but he didn't even have a concubine around him, so he wanted to bring people out and get in touch with these beauties more.

But the person was brought out by him, and the soul of the other party is probably still at home. Let the beauty on the stage walk enchantingly and sing softly, but this piece of wood still sits in his arms like an old monk in meditation, even after passing For such a long time, the other party didn't even glance at the stage. Those phoenix eyes just stared at the tea, as if they could stare at a flower from the tea bowl.

(End of this chapter)