Bamboo Shadow Shakes Back Court Huan

"Sister Qinghe!" The visitor rushed into Qinghe's arms crying and howling. This person was Xiaoyi whom I hadn't seen for a long time. She was dressed differently from the past. Today she was dressed in a dress made of sapphire-colored floral satin with gold trim. The jacket, with the pearl hairpins embellished in the hair, looks much more mature and luxurious than before, but the cheeks seem to be a little sunken, it seems that Xiaoyi has worried a lot about the affairs of Hongxiufang recently.

"You're back, you haven't come to see me for so long, Xiaoyi misses you!" Tightly holding Qing He's waist, sobbing fiercely.

"I'm back, haven't I? Xiaoyi, let go first, I can't breathe anymore!" This little girl has lost weight, but unfortunately her hands are getting bigger and bigger. This hug made her feel like she was being entangled by an aniseed octopus. Live the feeling.

Qinghe patted her on the back, only then stopped Xiaoyi from sobbing, she let go.

"Let's come here first today. Let's figure out the characters in the story by ourselves. I believe that the strength of the Fourth Young Master is not in vain. It will not be the Red Sleeve Square who will be ashamed by then!" There is no rush for the meeting, so let them practice on their own. She still understands the truth that haste makes waste.

Hearing what Qinghe said, Xiaoyi directly pulled Qinghe past her, leaving behind Zhuhuang who didn't want to stay longer and left Dongmoju, really waved his sleeves without taking away a cloud!

Wen Yu also left Dongmoju absent-mindedly, and stared at Qinghe for a full minute before leaving. Finally, the corners of his mouth raised strangely, only the black cloth exposed between his sleeves floated past Qinghe's eyes, but the black cloth inside The unique peony pattern made Qinghe a little dazed. She remembered seeing it once when she was looking for Ba Niang, but now she had a short-circuit in her head and couldn't remember who she saw it on.

Seeing that Xiaoyi seemed to have something private to say to her, Qing He blinked his left eye and signaled Xiaoyi to follow him to his room, since he hadn't come back for a long time, so he could ask Xiaoyi about the operation status of the Red Sleeve Square.

Pushing open the room, one could smell the scent of roses. The brilliant flowers blooming on the table were packed in a blue-and-white porcelain slender-neck bottle, making the whole house full of spring, and Qing He was very satisfied with the clean room. It is a bit of a conscience to look after the house so carefully after leaving.

"Come on, there's no one here anymore!" Qing He pulled Xiao Yi to sit in front of her. Although Xiao Yi was still the same person, she felt a little different!

Could it be this little girl Sichun? 14 years old really grew up, huh, huh.

"Sister Qinghe, I ask you a question, you must tell me honestly!" She stood up solemnly, with a trace of dignity in her expression.

"Speak, when did I hide from you?" Qinghe followed her and looked into her eyes.

"You...you..." With faltering words, she pursed her lips, and unconsciously fiddled with the little finger of her right hand with her left hand.

"Speak!" Qing He put his hands on her shoulders suddenly, encouraging her to speak out her thoughts bravely with a smile on her face.

"Do you like Mr. Wen Yu?" A voice as thin as a mosquito came out of Xiaoyi's mouth, and stopped in her ear, causing Qinghe to step back and leave Xiaoyi's shoulder.

"You...you think too much, my sister doesn't mean that to him!" Qinghe turned her head away, she didn't directly say that she didn't like it, she didn't know why Qinghe had an inexplicable feeling for Wen Yu, that feeling was not love, But it's not hate, maybe it's admiration!

The charm of his character attracted her, and she fell in love with that gentle and elegant smile, which was really like the difference between his eyes and Shenrui in winter.

"That's good!" Xiaoyi suddenly relaxed, and opened a big smile to Qinghe. At that moment, she was as dazzling as if Qinghe was in the sun, and she lowered her head.

"By the way, Xiaoyi, I'll leave the rest of the oiran competition to you. I'm in charge of the rehearsal of the Fourth Young Master and I can't get away. You need to take care of it."

"OK, all right"

Xiaoyi didn't ask why the oiran contest was held, as long as it was Qinghe's order, she would do it, because she believed that Qinghe's sister would not harm her.

So regarding the stage layout, posting invitations to other brothels to participate, and a series of things to promote, Qinghe didn't get involved at all, as long as there were any deficiencies in the future, it would be fine to modify it.

Qinghe left Hongxiufang without stopping after finishing her instructions. It has been a long time since she came out of the palace today. Although there is a princess covering her, if Murong knows that she often runs in Hongxiufang, she will definitely set up access control , in order to avoid such things that hurt others and benefit herself, she decided to go back early, and she had long forgotten that Shenrui was still waiting for her.

And Zhuhuang, who returned to Beidongju, asked Ah Zhu to prepare rice paper and paintbrushes for herself and shut herself in the room alone without seeing anyone.

With his eyes closed, he frantically ran wildly on the rice paper with the paintbrush, his head swaying from side to side following the thoughts in his heart, and suddenly he opened his closed eyes and threw the paintbrush in his hand far away, throwing the painting into the distance. When it was torn off, the various colors on it were mixed together, and finally all turned into black and yellow. It looked extremely dirty, just like myself!

He slumped down on the chair, staring at the front with blank eyes, feeling as uncomfortable as he wanted to hold back something, thinking of Yixuan's eccentric tone today and the slap in the face that day was a little uncomfortable!

When did you start hating men?No, it's not hate, it's fear, because it's too fearful, so I can only hide my uneasiness with a mask of indifference, and refuse so men's contact includes him.

When he was brought to Hongxiufang by the man named Qingfeng, he gave them a lot of things. He said: "My daughter is your master, you must have the ability to protect her!"

Then choose suitable things from the four of them for them to learn, and every time they fail to learn, they will be punished by him. There is no whipping or hunger, but you are locked in a small dark room. No one will let you Slowly go crazy from it.

The most frightening thing in the world is not demons and ghosts, but that there is nothing to scare you, and you are left alone!

He likes beautiful clothes, so that man taught him to sing and tuned his voice. Yixuan was smart but a bit rebellious since he was a child, so that man gave him the most humble but most important business.

Shenrui was naturally optimistic, long-sleeved and good at dancing, so he taught him to observe words and expressions, while Yixuan was an assassin. That man saw through Yixuan's extraordinaryness at a glance. Darkness and light coexisted, gentleness and cruelty were integrated.

If it hadn't been for the time when he was attacked by a man when he went out to buy costumes, he would have believed that he would still be that kind little boy, without a cold face, without lonely and arrogant eyes, and with a voice like an oriole coming out of the valley, which would make everyone feel like a spring flower blooming I like them all, but the time has not come back.

The man covered his mouth, with bloodshot desire in his eyes, and the lewd smile on the corner of his mouth made him want to vomit, but he had no strength, so he could only be pressed under him, remembering that the straw was crushed under his body with his pumping. The feeling of pressure, remembering my worn wrist and the feeling of the bright red blood spraying in front of my eyes.

After the man finished his work, he used his last strength to stab the wooden hairpin on his head into his throat. When he saw his unwilling death before his eyes, he wiped away the blood with his hands mercilessly. He pulled his clothes and quietly returned to his room, scrubbing his bruised and immature body countless times.

From then on, he began to dream, and after being locked in a small black room countless times, he finally got used to his body, the nightmare never appeared again, he never entered the small black room again, and the man never approached again!