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    "What are you doing? Let's go and have some fun too?" Xin Hu said dissatisfied.

    "What time is it? It's time to rest." Dalang couldn't help but pulled Xin Hu back.  He soon separated from the group of joking people.

    "It's still early, why don't you take a break?" Xin Hu shouted.

    When we got to a place where no one was around, Dalang said: "People go to brothels to have fun, why are you, a woman, joining in the fun?"

    "Can't I go see the beauties and listen to some songs?" Xin Hu asked with a smile.

    "Nonsense. Let's go." Dalang refused. What kind of beauty did he want to see? He hadn't had enough time to see the one next to him.  In this great time, why not go back and get to know your new wife.  No matter how beautiful those promiscuous women are, they are just playthings. There is nothing special about them. He has never liked these.

    While the two were chatting, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly said enthusiastically: "Hey, little brother, it's rare for us to see each other again. It's so early at this point. Let's go and play together."  Play."

    Xinhu and Dalang looked at each other, dumbfounded. They unexpectedly met the young men who had chatted with them when they entered the city.  Like them, these people had already washed themselves and changed into clean clothes. They were obviously full of wine and food and had come out for a walk.

    Xinhu was overjoyed and hurriedly pulled Dalang. She would not let go of this rare opportunity. She had come to this place. If she didn't go to see the bustling nightlife, wouldn't her trip have been in vain?  Dalang had no choice but to follow.  At this moment, several people had time to introduce each other.

    The oldest of the three, Mr. Peng, is obviously the leader, and the other two are Mr. Hu and Mr. Yan.  The three of them came from Southeast Prefecture, which is not far from Huainan.  She said she came here specially to attend the Lotus Festival to see the beauties.

    Dalang smiled and said: "Our brother's surname is Chen. You can just call me Chen Dalang. This is my younger brother, Chen Erlang. We are from Qingyuan County."

    Mr. Peng pondered for a while and said, "Qingyuan County, it's quite far away. The two Chen brothers came all the way here to see the beauties and listen to the tune, right?"

    "Hi, we are here for a business. We are running errands for the boss." Dalang smiled.

    "That's right. Most people don't take advantage of the east wind of the Lotus Festival to do business. Only a few of us idle guys have the leisure to watch beauties and listen to music." Mr. Hu said with a smile.

    A few people walked forward chatting and laughing, and Dalang added: "This is the first time for us brothers to come to Huainan, and it happens to be the Lotus Festival. I didn't expect this place to be so lively and prosperous. It is indeed the richest place in the south of the Yangtze River.  "

    "That's right, otherwise why would everyone come here. Although the beauties are beautiful and the songs are nice, they are all paid for with money, so it is lively and prosperous." Mr. Hu laughed.

    "Brother Hu is indeed right." Everyone laughed.

    Xinhu is secretly happy. I didn¡¯t expect that these people are actually sensible people, but they behave like they are looking for pleasure everywhere. Why is this?  Or is it that the young masters themselves love to join in the fun?

    They walked and chatted all the way, and after a while, they arrived at a Chunfeng Pavilion with a circle of red lanterns lit.

    Chunfeng Pavilion, Xinhu Secret Road, is this also a brothel?  But looking at the door, there were not many customers coming and going. Unlike the gold-selling shops that were immediately visible, it was not very lively. Could it be because the business was not very good?  While Xin Hu was thinking wildly, Mr. Hu and the other three stopped and said to Dalang, "Brother Chen, can we go in and play together?"

    Now that we have reached this point, Xin Hu is eager to give it a try, and Dalang has no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "Please."

    There was naturally a greeter at the door, who greeted the five of them warmly.  Entering the hall, Xin Hu found that the place was actually very refreshing. The hall was not big and there were not many people. There was the sound of strings and bamboos upstairs from time to time, which sounded like the sound of pipa, but no singing was heard.

    Xin Hu just looked around with his eyes open. The hall was very elegantly decorated, with only a few servants and women waiting on the side. It didn't look like a fun venue at all, but it looked a bit like a place where literati and poets loved to stay.  Among them, there is a spiral staircase leading up to the second floor.

    Mr. Hu and the three of them should be familiar guests. They didn't need anyone to guide them, so they went up on their own.

    There is a unique cave upstairs, with a large stage and stands. In fact, it is similar to a modern cinema, but relatively smaller.  The stands are not like rows in modern times, but are tables one by one. Several tables are already sparsely occupied by some guests, all of whom are young gentlemen. The oldest is only in his thirties, and the younger ones are about the same age as the older ones.  Lang?Not many years.

    As expected, someone was playing the pipa in the middle of the stage, but the lights were dim and the shadows of the people could not be seen clearly.

    Everyone found a place to sit down, and someone immediately came over and placed tea, snacks and fruits on the table.

    After playing the song, the lights came on, and the man in the middle stood up and saluted the audience. Looking at the man's figure, Xin Hu always felt that something was wrong.

    Someone in the audience cheered loudly and threw down a handful of reward money, making a jingling sound.  Naturally, the man kept saluting and thanking him. The three Mr. Hu also took out their wallets and threw out some reward money as a token.  Seeing this, Dalang and Xinhu followed everyone else's example and each threw a handful of money out.

    When everyone stopped and the pipa player retreated, naturally a little girl quickly came on stage to clean up and put away all the silver rewards.

    ¡°Then, another beauty came up, but because of the lighting problem, we couldn¡¯t see clearly who she was.  However, this time she was playing the guqin, singing and playing at the same time. As soon as this beauty opened her mouth, Xin Hu understood why he always felt something was wrong. After spending a long time, this was a men's house.  This trick is actually all men.

    And the man who sang was obviously not young. His voice was full of magnetism, he sang well, and he played the piano extremely well. Xinhu was almost intoxicated when he heard it, and everyone in the stands stopped.  Conversation, eating and drinking are all done with serious appreciation.  It can be seen that this person is the pillar of Chunfeng Pavilion, and his level is extremely high.

    After the song ended, everyone cheered lively this time. The sound was so loud that Xin Hu suddenly discovered that when the young master came out to play and sing, the stage was unknowingly filled with guests.  The silver reward this time was countless times higher than before. Xin Hu could clearly see that Mr. Hu and the others were throwing out five taels and one silver ingot this time.

    "It sounds so good." Xin Hu said, and he also threw a piece of silver. Dalang had no choice but to also throw a piece of silver.  The two of them threw out ten taels of silver in an instant.

    Mr. Hu and the other two paid no attention to them and kept shouting at the man to play and sing again.  And sitting at the table opposite them, there was a young man who seemed to be a fanatical fan, shouting and throwing money, and threw away a lot of money as if it was free.  I just wish I could call the person who played and sang to come up and get close to me.  Unfortunately, the people in Taichung were indifferent, as if they were used to this kind of scene.

    ¡°Master Wushuang, Master Wushuang, let¡¯s play another song.¡± Many fans shouted.

    The people in Taichung chuckled a few times, stood up and said, "Thank you all distinguished guests, Wu Shuang is so polite." After saying that, he bowed gracefully, and the lights focused on him, Xin Hu almost  I held my breath. I couldn't say how beautiful the man on the stage was, but he had a slim figure and a face as white as jade. He had a very charming temperament, and people's eyes followed him unconsciously.  Sure enough, he is worthy of the title of Young Master Wushuang.

    As soon as he spoke out, the guests screamed even crazier.

    With a charming smile on his face, Young Master Wushuang looked around at the guests, sat down gracefully, and put on his posture.  This time, he played and sang an extremely sentimental and sentimental love story, which made all the distinguished guests shed tears. At the end of the song, Prince Wushuang bowed and left the stage abruptly.

    Xin Hu sighed sadly, feeling sad that such a magnificent man had to devote himself to the entertainment scene.

    ¡°Hey, it¡¯s rare for Mr. Wushuang to appear on stage, but he still looks charming.¡± Someone sighed.

    "Back then, Young Master Wushuang was popular in the entire Huainan City. Even among the leading courtesans, who could compare with his piano and singing skills. And Young Master Wushuang was good at music. Today's song was written by him himself." Someone said.  introduced.

    ¡°It turns out he is still a talented man.¡± Xin Hu sighed.  Such a man should have a broader sky and live a more comfortable life, but now he can only play and sing for all the guests in this small world.

    "Young Master Wushuang is a great talent. It's a pity that he was born at the wrong time. He has been here for ten years." Someone else said.

    "Yes, ten years have passed. Ten years have passed, and Master Wushuang is still here. Why doesn't he redeem himself?" someone asked.

    "With his worth, how can I afford to redeem him? I think back then, a nobleman offered 10,000 taels, but couldn't redeem him." Someone talked about the past events of that year, which made everyone sigh.

    However, some people said: "If Mr. Wushuang really leaves here, he won't have a good place to go. It's better to be at home here. Even if he can redeem himself, what if he meets those vulgar people who are short-sighted when he goes out?"  How to deal with himself? Without this layer of protection, he is still at the mercy of others."

    ?? There are its own rules here, and he just needs to come out regularly to play and sing a few songs. For him, this is just a job.  However, this job probably doesn¡¯t pay much, and it doesn¡¯t have much personal freedom.

    But, so what, who made him come from the lowest level?  He can only be truly relieved when he grows old and no one remembers him anymore.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)Guardian, it¡¯s really easy to get trampled by some people when you go out, so it¡¯s better to just stay here.  There are its own rules here, and he just needs to come out regularly to play and sing a few songs. For him, this is just a job.  However, this job probably doesn¡¯t pay much, and it doesn¡¯t have much personal freedom.

    But, so what, who made him come from the lowest level?  He can only be truly relieved when he grows old and no one remembers him anymore.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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