The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Upon hearing this, Wenrou waved her hands and refused, saying, "We don't know each other at all, how can we get married?" Although Wenrou is also a fan of Hua Xiangrong, marriage is not a matter to be taken lightly.

Hua Xiangrong looked at Wenrou in surprise when she heard that. You know, Hua Xiangrong has countless admirers in Fengcheng, and almost every woman wants to marry her home. Even the rich and powerful want to take Hua Xiangrong home as a concubine.

However, faced with the gentle rejection, Hua Xiangrong was not angry, but instead became more determined in her decision.

You know, if Hua Xiangrong just found a female spectator and proposed marriage, she would be ecstatic to agree. But this was not what Hua Xiangrong wanted.

On the contrary, Wenrou's attitude made Hua Xiangrong feel particularly relieved. After all, he got married just to escape his current situation, not to enter another cage.

Hua Xiangrong has been living in Qingfeng Pavilion since she was born. She started performing operas when she was very young. Over the years, she has accumulated a lot of money just by relying on tips from the audience.

He opened the wooden box in the corner, and when he opened it, it was full of silver ingots. Hua Xiangrong looked at Wenrou and said, "After deducting the money for my redemption, there should be half of this box of silver left. If you marry me, I will give it all to you."

Wenrou blinked her eyes and looked at the box of silver. To be honest, Wenrou had never seen so much silver before. She was an orphan, picked up by her master when she was a child. Although her master was a martial arts expert, he was very poor.

Wenrou learned martial arts from her master, and the two of them traveled around doing odd jobs. According to the master, this was to indulge in the beauty of nature and live a free and easy life, but little Wenrou felt that they were just wandering.

When Wenrou came of age, her master left, and she got used to a life of wandering. She had been to the desert, seen the sea, been to the country of male supremacy, and later came to Fengcheng.

It was also because of the good treatment at Qingfeng Pavilion that I stopped in Fengcheng. Every day I listened to music and scared the troublemakers. It was so happy.

Wenrou spent a day's wages, and she didn't have much pursuit for silver. So she looked at the box of silver without much reaction, but still refused it, saying, "Sir, you should keep it for yourself. You still have to be cautious about getting married. This kind of thing is not something you can take lightly."

Hua Xiangrong couldn't help but look Wenrou up and down. This little thug really made him look at him with new eyes. He was not greedy for money or lustful. Instead, he was more precious than those so-called dignitaries who were addicted to wine and meat.

Unfortunately, Hua Xiangrong couldn't see anything on her gentle face. She was thin and small, with a pale complexion and ordinary looks, the kind that you wouldn't remember after just one look.

Hua Xiangrong was about to persuade her when she heard the door slam open. Her mother, who had just left, walked in again with a swagger.

She squinted at Hua Xiangrong and said unhappily, "A distinguished guest has requested to hear you sing. Hurry up and get ready to go on stage."

There was no other way, so Hua Xiangrong could only change her clothes and follow her mother out. Now that he hadn't left Qingfeng Pavilion, she had no choice but to obey. As long as he wasn't allowed to receive guests, he could still accept singing a few songs.

Hua Xiangrong changed into his costume, dressed up, and walked onto the stage. As soon as Hua Xiangrong stepped onto the stage, the audience below burst into cheers, which was enough to show how popular he was.

Wenrou also followed to the stage. Seeing that no one paid attention to her, she secretly took out a handful of melon seeds and started eating them while watching the show.

Hua Xiangrong was standing on the stage and immediately noticed Wenrou eating in the audience. He suddenly remembered that Wenrou said she liked being a thug and couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed that she was right, this job was indeed easy.

Hua Xiangrong's heart moved, and a piece of opera emerged in her mind, so she began to sing:

"On the misty river, the wind blows the fragrance of the remaining lotus leaves, brocade clothes dance gracefully, the moonlight is slightly cool. A song of red dust dream, half a life on the stage, a man's body, a woman's heart, unique in the world.

With her sleeves fluttering, her makeup shimmering like pear blossoms in the rain, the reflection in the mirror gazes at me with affection. I dream of that fleeting moment, a smile as beautiful as a flower, intoxicating the world with its four seasons of spring.

In and out of the play, who can understand the meaning? The true nature of the man, the tenderness of the woman, are all captured in the painting. A heart full of passion, a song of sorrow and joy, finally transformed into, light clouds and breeze, a distant world, I only hope that this life will not be wasted..."

Hua Xiangrong's voice was indistinguishable between male and female, its voice mellow and melodious, making people unable to help but lose themselves in it. When he finished singing, the audience was quiet for a moment, and then erupted into roars again.

Seeing the opportunity was ripe, my mother rushed onto the stage and said loudly, "Dear guests, while everyone is here, I have something to announce. Our Qingfeng Pavilion's Xiangrong will be listed soon! There will be a flower picking ceremony in a few days, and everyone must attend!"

Upon hearing this, Hua Xiangrong suddenly looked at her mother. The so-called listing meant selling one's body, and the flower picking ceremony was the first auction.

He pursed his lips in displeasure, a flicker of resentment in his eyes. Why did he have to do this? Was he born in Qingfeng Pavilion and would he be trapped in this filthy place forever?

Wenrou widened her eyes. She didn't expect that the mother of Qingfeng Pavilion would do what she said and would soon force Hua Xiangrong to sell herself.

As a fan of Hua Xiangrong, Wenrou suddenly felt a little heartbroken. She liked listening to Hua Xiangrong sing, and this was also the biggest reason why she stayed in Fengcheng.

If Hua Xiangrong was dragged into the abyss, could she really still sing this ethereal opera?

Hua Xiangrong pursed her lips, turned around and walked off the stage without giving her mother any face. Seeing this, her mother frowned, calmed the audience, and followed Hua Xiangrong to his room.

"Who are you showing your disdain to? Don't forget, who spent money to raise you?" Mom said unhappily, and then she pushed Hua Xiangrong directly.

Wenrou was afraid that her mother would call other thugs and really hurt Hua Xiangrong, so she followed.

Seeing her mother pushing Hua Xiangrong, Wenrou suddenly became angry. She immediately stepped in front of Hua Xiangrong and blurted out, "You can't let him sell himself! I want to marry him!"

Hua Xiangrong looked at Wenrou who was standing in front of her and widened her eyes slightly. She didn't expect that the other party had changed her mind.

My mother also stared in disbelief. She roared angrily, "Who do you think you are? You still want to marry Hua Xiangrong? What are you dreaming of? You are like a toad wanting to eat swan meat!"

Before she could finish, she heard Hua Xiangrong say almost without thinking: "I want to marry Wenrou."

This time, my mother's eyes widened even more. Of course, she also knew the decree. In the past, there were actors who found lovers and left Qingfeng Pavilion by relying on this decree.

But she didn't expect that Hua Xiangrong, who was arrogant and cold as ice, would actually use this trick and find an ordinary thug.

"Have you thought it through? How can you have a good life following this thug?" Mom narrowed her eyes, trying to dissuade Hua Xiangrong.