Record of Bankruptcy of Liuxian Pavilion

Yes, it was Fu Gaojun who played the piano on the high platform.

He kept his pretty face expressionless, and kept his head down to play the piano. Cui Shi, who was dancing beside him, stomped his feet heavily, and Fu Gaojun raised his head helplessly.

It happened to meet Yan Zhuohong's indescribable eyes.

Fu Gaojun: ...

Yan Zhuohong: ...

Yan Zhuohong: Your Liuxian Pavilion is already so poor that you want the pavilion owner to disguise himself as a woman and go to the stage in person?

Fu Gaojun: I'm not, I haven't, don't talk nonsense!

Yan Zhuohong gave Fu Gaojun a look to let Fu Gaojun understand.

Fu Gaojun was silent for a while and gave Yan Zhuohong a beseeching look.

Since you begged me so sincerely... Yan Zhuohong lowered his head and took out his purse to take a look, and gave Fu Gaojun an OK gesture.

Fu Gaojun: ...

Fu Gaojun bowed his head and continued playing the piano.

After the song was finished, Cuihong came up to the stage with a charming smile and introduced to the audience: "Our girl Biqing is a performer but not a person, and this is the first time she is on stage in Qingyang City. Miss Biqing makes appearances once every three months, and she is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so the guests who are here all night are blessed~~"

"It's rare for us Biqing girls to come out on stage, and the starting price is higher than the usual Qing girls. The starting price is 200 taels—"

After saying this sentence, the guests below took out their purses and began to shout prices, the voices of 300 taels and 400 taels came one after another.

Don't sell yourself?Yan Zhuohong looked up at Fu Gaojun.

What do you think?Fu Gaojun returned his gaze.

Oh... Yan Zhuohong hung the money bag back on his waist.

Fu Gaojun stared at him on stage: You try?

Yan Zhuohong clutched his purse a little bit aggrieved: Who knew you would ask such a high price...

Fu Gaojun just looked at him with murderous eyes.

Okay, okay... Yan Zhuohong resigned to his fate and untied his money bag, ready to fight to the death with those guests who were crazy about asking prices.

With such a pair of eyes between the two, the price of this back and forth effort has already reached 800 taels.

Yan Zhuohong took out a bank note from his wallet and slapped it on the table in great pain: "1000 taels!"

Immediately, someone shouted: "One thousand, two hundred taels!"

"One thousand five hundred taels!"

After the price exceeded 1000 taels, the number of bidders decreased significantly. Only a few private rooms on the second floor were still bidding with Yan Zhuohong.

"My son said, Miss Biqing, he is going to make an appointment tonight, my son is the nephew of the magistrate of Qingyang City..." The words were not finished, but there was a hint of threat in them.

As soon as this remark came out, there was no sound in the rest of the private rooms on the second floor, as if they had tacitly agreed that the "Nephew of the magistrate" took pictures of "Miss Biqing" today.

But our small heater in Qingyang City couldn't sit still after hearing this. He remembered the identity of the person upstairs, and then took out three silver tickets from his purse and patted them on the table: "3000 taels!"

"Hiss—" the people around gasped, and at the same time made a circle around Yan Zhuohong.

The boy upstairs stopped talking, and replaced it with an exasperated voice: "Do you know who I am?! Are you going to fight against the county magistrate?!"

Yan Zhuohong crossed his arms and raised his eyes coldly: "Then do you know who I am?"

"If you have the ability, you report your name!!"

"Martial Arts League, Yan Zhuohong!" Yan Zhuohong's voice was cold and hard, with the air of being an angry girl.

Upstairs there was silence.

Ignoring the noisy discussions around, Yan Zhuohong finally paid 3000 taels of silver to buy Fu Gaojun.

Yan Zhuohong stepped into Miss Biqing's "boudoir" with emerald green eyes

He closed the door and shut out all the noisy sounds.

Fu Gaojun leaned on the chair, without any ladylike image, when he saw Yan Zhuohong entering the door, he laughed and joked: "I don't know, the Wulin League is quite rich."

Yan Zhuohong pulled the chair and sat down, with a dignified expression on his face: "For the sake of our good relationship, can we get the money back? That's my wife Ben."

Fu Gaojun: ...