Record of Bankruptcy of Liuxian Pavilion

Seedling!radish!

Saya almost bit her lip to bleed.Saya always felt that after Miao Luo was caught by the Wulin League, there would be bad luck, but she didn't expect to turn her head and bump into it in this brothel.

Still mixed so well! !

Saya Saintess's eyes were almost red with anger.

Miao Luo is not dead, but still flourishing in Liuxian Pavilion? !This is not a mission failure, it is clearly a great success!Although I don't know why Miao Luo didn't send a message back to the church.But the most urgent thing is to connect with her first.

Miao Luo finished a dance and left, Saya stroked her hair, ready to persuade Yan Zhuohong to let her in.Yan Zhuohong looked back, and said earnestly: "Girl, there is still a lot of time in life, why should you confine yourself in this small courtyard?"

"I……"

"Besides, you already have this model here," he pointed to the new girl on the stage: "There are not only those who know how to play the harp, but also those who can cry. Crying is also an art, and you can cry beautifully." popular."

Alas, why do you want to sell yourself if you are good?Yan Zhuohong looked at Saya like he was looking at a vexatious child.

"I, I must play better than her!"

Yan Zhuohong pointed at the music workshop across the door from a distance: "We are a brothel here, you play well, you should go to the music workshop, we don't need musicians..."

Yan Zhuohong felt that his answer was extremely witty.

Saya slapped the simulated villain Yan Zhuohong in her heart: Why do you have something to say?

Saya thought for a while, and the more she thought about it, the more irritable she felt, she simply threw the harp on the ground, pulled off the veil, stared at Yan Zhuohong and said loudly: "I just want to sell myself, what's wrong with me, I don't steal or grab?! Am I guilty?! Why don't you let me sell myself! Are you looking down on me?!"

Yan Zhuohong: Dumbfounded...

It took a long time before he spoke with some difficulty: "It's just, it's the first time I've seen someone make such a determination to enter the brothel..."

Mr. Xiyu, who has been in the industry for many years, has never seen such an unusual woman.

Saya: Are you moved?

Yan Zhuohong: Don't dare to move, don't dare to move.

He called Cui Hong who was passing by: "Where is your pavilion master?"

"The pavilion master is not here today!" Cui Hong glanced at Saya who was standing at the door with a somewhat tough attitude: "I don't accept people today, please sell yourself another day." After speaking, she flicked her sleeves and left.

Saya: Why are you Central Plains people like this!It's unreasonable! !

She turned around, planning to continue to ask Yan Zhuohong to argue, but when she turned around, she realized that Yan Zhuohong had jumped seven or eight feet away when Cui Hong was speaking, and now everyone disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

Saya: I am wronged, I want to cry, people from the Central Plains are really nothing!

Just thinking about what to do, I heard two people dressed as scholars next to me say: "I heard that Biqing, the oiran of Liuxian Pavilion, will perform tonight. There are quite a lot of people in Liuxian Pavilion today."

"That's not true. I heard that Biqing is from Liuxian Pavilion." The man raised a thumb: "It's a pity that he is a performer but not a person, and he only comes out once every three months."

"This Liuxian Pavilion has only been open for three months. This is Miss Biqing's first time on stage. Who knows what kind of ghost she looks like. I'm satisfied with half the appearance of Miss Aluo from Miaojiang."

"It's half of it. I guess it's twice as good-looking as Miss A Luo. Otherwise, how can you be an oiran? You really don't know much."

Everyone was discussing, but no one noticed Saya at the door.Saya looked around, gritted her teeth, and walked to the corner.

She wants to see what the legendary oiran looks like!

Time flickered to night.

Soft veils were laid down on both sides of the red platform, and a woman in a fine attire walked slowly into the arena surrounded by maids. It looked like a wonderful person in this figure.She walked to the center of the stage, sat in front of the guqin, and stretched out a pair of white and tender hands.Like the best Hetian jade.The guests in the audience couldn't help holding their breath.

"Zheng—" The fingertips brushed the strings lightly, making a moving melody.

Yan Zhuohong was taken aback as soon as he entered the door, he stared at the red platform for a long time, and sighed.

It's not easy to be in charge of the house. In order to solicit customers, men have to dress up as women to perform.

Yan Zhuohong touched his purse, and decided to help Fu Gaojun later.