Get Rich In Cold Palace

Here and the impression of Fengyue place is no different, after going in, it is the smell of wine and powder.

The procuress saw that two rich childe like men came in and welcomed them eagerly: "Yo, two guests, but they haven't been here for a long time. Please come inside and find some girls."

"No, is there a place to listen to music and play?" Gu Zhiyao asked.

"Yes, they're all in the backyard of the lobby. We have girls of all kinds here. They don't look like laymen. Let's go straight to the backyard play garden..."

Bai Jiaojiao came to this place for the first time. She only saw it on TV, but she didn't expect to come in one day.

As several people walked deeper and deeper into the courtyard, they were farther and farther away from the noise of the hall in front of them. What they heard was a woman's singing voice, which was as clear and flexible as a lake water, and as graceful as a lark. What they sang was not some obscene words, but a poem.

As Bai Jiaojiao and his party walked in, they heard more clearly. Gradually, they saw the singer. He was playing the piano in a pavilion. After listening carefully, it turned out that he was singing Su Mu zhe Liao Chen Xiang, which was meant to express homesickness, but the woman was more miserable.

The woman was sitting in the middle of the pavilion, surrounded by gauze curtains. A gust of wind came, just like heaven and man. In a moment, the sound of the piano and the wind seemed to be still. A few people did not go forward, but stopped there, thinking about listening to the song.

All of a sudden, a melodious sound of flute came around. It was Gu Zhiyao who played his own white jade flute.

Bai Jiaojiao looked at Gu Zhiyao's eyes closed and calm, and felt that the afternoon sun reflected on his face, which was so gentle. But when she looked carefully, Gu Zhiyao's face was covered with tears.

So emotional?

Bai Jiao wants to ask, but can't bear to interrupt the piano and Flute Ensemble.

The music of the zither gradually subsides, the sound of the flute gently follows, and the ensemble of the musical instruments and the singing of the singer always feel that the bitterness of missing is more bitter, and the sorrow of leaving is more sorrowful

At the end of the song, Gu Zhiyao, the 17th prince, remained silent.

Zhong Yao and Xiao Ya were also moved by the scene and stood aside silently.

This note is like floating from the air like a dance in the ears of people, for a long time. It makes people more curious about the singing woman.

"My guest, are you curious about the singer?" The procuress asked in one side, with her unique worldliness in her tone, which made her look particularly ugly.

"Who is this woman? Why don't you hear it before you see it, so mysterious? " Bai Jiao asked.

"My guests don't often come to this fireworks lane, but I don't know that the girls who accompany me are all inferior, but they are also different. Some of them are incompetent and have a skin bag, that is to say, they are engaged in the business of selling meat. Some of them are eloquent and can accompany guests to drink. For example, the singer is a singer who only sells art but not body. "

"Most of the people here are daughters of poor families. They are forced to come here." Zhong Yao said in the side, the Mou son inside some light indifference, seem to have no different with usual.

Only Gu Zhiyao's brow was locked, and it didn't fade away from the ensemble just now.

"I think the guest is very interested in her. How about I ask her to come to see the guest?" The procuress asked tentatively and looked at Gu Zhiyao with snobbish eyes.

Gu Zhiyao replied, "if she doesn't want to, it doesn't matter if she doesn't come out."

"Good! Let's have a rest in the pavilion. " Having said that, the procuress went to the curtain to call the singer, and told people to lead Bai Jiaojiao to the opposite Pavilion.

After a while, the singer came slowly. She was dressed in white, and there was no decoration on her head. Looking carefully, she didn't have any rouge on her face. Like snow like skin, you can still see the tears just wiped away.

"Girl, your piano and song are beautiful." Bai Jiao sincerely praised the way, but also can not help but be surprised at the woman's temperament and body.

The woman looked up slowly. Her eyes were like frozen lake water. Her eyes swept over all the people sitting there. She didn't pay attention to Bai Jiaojiao's praise. She just bowed down and said, "who was the one who played with me just now?"

"You girl! How rude! Salute your guests as soon as possible The procuress yelled.

"No harm." Gu Zhiyao said, looking at the woman in front of him, he said to her, "it's me."

The woman's eyes brightened, but soon faded again: "my guest, the sound of the flute is very beautiful..."

Although she had just been treated coldly, Bai Jiao Jiao was not angry. She turned to the procuress and said:

"mother sang, if there is nothing wrong, my young master wants this..."

"This girl is Yinger." The procuress answered.

"Yes, if you want this cherry girl to talk with you for a while, if you have nothing to do, mother sang will be busy. Naturally, you are indispensable for the silver and benefits." Bai Jiao continued.The procuress saw the emerald pearls on her head in front of her, her eyes began to shine, and she agreed to walk out of the pavilion.

After the procuress went out, Bai Jiao took a look at Gu Zhiyao and nodded.

Jiao Jiao then said: "Cherry girl, now there is no outsider, don't be polite and nervous, sit down."

The woman still stood in the same place, looking at the two men and women opposite, silent for a while, said: "my name is not cherry, my name is cherry feather."

Bai Jiao pretended to be angry and said: "you are so rude, you know your identity!"

But did not expect the other party coldly said: "what identity is not identity, what Yuxiang building, what Yu Yinger..." With that, the woman's eyes glanced at the pillars of the pavilion and rushed over, which frightened the people present.

Bai Jiao's surprise! Are you going to die in front of your eyes?