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    The dazzling blood on the strings pulled me back to my senses.

    His voice is still so beautiful, and his expression is still so cold and arrogant.

    I sucked my finger that was cut by a broken string, and sucked the blood. The sweet taste spread in my mouth, like a piece of rice paper stained with ink, just like my flood of thoughts at this time, unstoppable  .

    During the six years in Liuzhou, I really imagined countless possibilities of reuniting with him. In every possibility, I imagined my own character design to be too gorgeous and full.

    ?I am well-educated, erudite and knowledgeable, I am deep and introverted, quiet and skilled, I am a master of both piano and chess, and I am proficient in calligraphy and painting.

    I am really excellent.

    ?But the reality is that I reunited with him on the night of January 18th. It was a bitterly cold night. I was wearing a colorful dress and doing bad things that I had never done in my previous life.

    ?I am hungry and cold, shivering, I am desolate and homeless, I am humble and unable to lift my head, I fall in the dust and I am at a loss, and others despise me to a mess.

    I am so sad.

    I took out the finger that was still in my mouth - after all, I am not young, no matter how delicious the finger is, I have to learn to restrain it.

    Looking down at the slender mouth, the blood is deformed and changeable like a man-eating monster. I would rather watch the monster change in many ways than look up and take a closer look at him.

    In fact, I would still like to see him, but I know he doesn't want to see me.  If he recognized me and asked me why I appeared here, how could I have the nerve to say that I was sold to the brothel by the robbers because of my beauty?  I'm embarrassed.

    Thinking of this, I buried my head lower and dared not speak.  I think I have been beeping by his side for so many years, even if he doesn't like me, it should be difficult to forget my voice.

    We were silent and didn't speak, and the scene was once very awkward.

    After a moment of silence, the leading dancer first knelt down to apologize, and I moved a little away from the table and knelt down towards him.

    The dancer girl said in a delicate and soft voice, "My lord, forgive me. This is a new girl who arrived a few days ago. She doesn't know the rules, and she doesn't know much. She was overwhelmed by the prestige of the lord's aura. She made a mistake.  It is our girl's fault to disturb the interest of the masters, we will send her off when we go back."

    He didn't speak, and it was the young man in purple who spoke, "What are you still doing in a daze? Let her play it again."

    The dancer should be, and after a while, she lifted my veil from the side and scolded in a low voice, "What's the matter with you? Didn't you play well these days? Today's seat is Taichang Temple  Shaoqing, if we offend him, there will be no good fruit for us, so save yourself."

    After finishing speaking, a maid behind her handed in a violin and replaced the broken one.

    I always lowered my head and hid myself under the veil. In this hazy corner of the world, it was so narrow and cramped that I was about to suffocate, and the thud sound in my chest almost drowned me.

    The dancer put down the veil and no longer occupied my thin air. Only then did I feel better in my heart and gradually raised my head.

    Outside the red gauze, he was sitting sideways by the window, the night wind rushed into the room, messing up his blue hair for no reason, the orange light outlined his clear outline, and the hazy veil blurred a little tenderness and  Modesty, the fact is that his irrepressible nobleness and arrogance are incompatible with this group of flirtatious dudes.

    Unlike me, I often just don't fit in because I'm poor and stupid.

    Taking a deep breath, I plucked the strings again and changed the song.

    As soon as the tune started, he interrupted me, "You don't need to change, just play "Li Pavilion Banquet"."

    My fingertips were slightly stagnant, and then I followed suit.  I can't tell whether I'm afraid of offending him, or if I prefer to play his favorite song "Liting Banquet" that I have played thousands of times.

    The dancers danced lightly again, with pink sleeves swaggering, only I was immersed in the music, and found the piety of burning incense and worshiping Buddha in the brothel for pleasure.

    Halfway through the journey, a young master began to chatter, "I heard from Brother Su that your lord came to Yun'an to help beggars and refugees? You really have a kind heart, and I should emulate it in my life."

    The sound of the piano at my fingertips is soothing and smooth.

    The one called "Brother Su" was the young man in purple. He smiled, "My lord took the initiative to ask for an order to come here to relieve the refugees."

    "Oh?" The man smiled pleasantly, and then joked, "It's rare for adults to come here, so we should show something. A few days ago, my father bought a few Rouran dancers. Why don't you come after tomorrow's banquet?"  Appreciate it in the lower mansion, if any dancer gets favored by adults, I can be a favor and give it to you.?Whatever the reason, I am quite cowardly.

    I heard myself sigh, quicken my pace, and never look back.

    Cheng Niang was waiting for me in her room. Her room was on the fourth floor. I hadn't exercised for a long time, and I was out of breath when I dragged my cumbersome skirt to the door of her room. "Cheng Niangwhat do you want me for?"

    She asked someone to show me the tea, and called me to sit down at the tea table. I picked up the teacup and took a symbolic sip.

    It is clearly the same tea as before, but I feel that this tea has its own ideas today, bitter, and I am not willing to let my little sweetheart who is no longer young drink it.

    I don't care about suffering, and I have never been afraid of suffering. At this time, my mouth was dry, so I drank it all in one gulp.

    When I put down the cup, I realized that Cheng Niang had already sat down opposite me, flicking her clothes, and I sat up straight, with a bad feeling.

    Sure enough, she held her teacup and smiled at me, "You have been here with me for five or six days. There is no reason for our Jieyu Building to keep idlers for nothing. Tomorrow, you have to officially register to receive customers. Together with you  The same goes for the girls who came in, you have to sit on the drum stand at the same time for people to choose the selling price."

    My heart was pounding and pounding, and the sweat on my forehead was sweating and wiping If I go back to Xiangzihao Yajian to tell Master Shaoqing of Taichang Temple that I was abducted and sold here by robbers, he will look at the old feelings  , Will you save me, a suffering little bastard?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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