I want to talk to Yun Qian for a while.

This was the wish she had racked her brains for.

Well, she is no longer promising, and she is more promising than Liu Qingluo.

The drizzle rains, like flower needles, such as filaments, densely woven and beaten on the boat, making a reassuring sound when the water waves are swayed.

After the stubborn girl made her "wish", she felt very uneasy, wondering if she was arrogant.

The girl will not be unhappy.

After all, the false dragon and fake phoenix thing is prevalent in Huayuelou, and she always looks at Miss Yun with fiery eyes. If she is misunderstood by her... she will want to die.

But this is also the difference between the girl and Liu Qingluo.

The girl is just a talented boatman. She is clean, not like Liu Qingluo, who is afraid that just getting close will damage Yun Qian.

Yun Qian didn't make her wait too long.

"Can."

Made her wish.

Miss Yun felt that it was good to have a wish. As for what it was, it was the same for her.

It's just... Yun Qian suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you want to see him again later?"

Since the stubborn girl likes her husband very much, if you go to the place to rest and talk to her, you will also have the idea of ​​seeing him again.

"No." The stubborn girl shook her head calmly, looking at Yun Qian's appearance, her ears were red.

Not this time.

I really want to talk to the girl... more.

"Yeah." Yun Qian was talking to her there, her face relaxed under the veil, but she remembered something, and looked up and down the beautiful girl holding the boat in front of her.

She doesn't know the girl's name yet... She hasn't introduced it herself.

Everyone has to have a name.

The name is very important, just like the word "Yun Qian". Without this name, she would have no excuse to stay by her husband's side.

"What's your name?" Yun Qian asked.

"Sister Yun, it's not like I didn't learn anything when my concubine got along with the girls in Huayuelou." The stubborn girl seemed to have expected this for a long time. Yu'er, said in a low voice: "The fish who have only met a few times don't need a name."

After she finished speaking, she softly recited a sentence: "Last year, the flowers dropped off as a guest, but now it's like a butterfly flying apart. Unfortunately, my concubine is not a colorful butterfly... It's not bad to be a fish."

Yun Qian: "...?"

Yun Qian didn't quite understand.

Of course she didn't understand.

The name of the chance encounter is meaningless, and the girl does not want the girl to know her name. She only needs to talk, which is the limit of greed.

The girl did not explain any further and went to Dongyuan.

——

At this time, Xu Changan was standing in front of the Accord.

He was in no hurry to go in.

He may have to adjust his mood and go through the topic after seeing Senior Zhu for a while, and go through everything she may ask in his mind... After all, he is asking for help from seniors, and it is always right to be careful.

"..."

The name of Huayuelou is full of wind and dust, but in fact, it represents the core location of Beisang City.

Xu Changan looked at the word "flower moon" on the huge plaque in front of the door, and felt that no matter how many times he read it, it was a very artistic brushwork.

I don't know... How is Miss Yun getting along with that boatman girl?

Even if Xu Changan felt the girl's longing for Yun Qian, he wasn't worried at all, because he was very relieved about the girls under Zhu Pingniang's hands. Isn't this... all written in the couplet in front of the door?

Xu Changan stood in front of the door, looking at the dark poem on the left side, looking at it seriously.

Blushing and condensed learning Jiao cry. Xia Shang smoked cold and beautiful, cloud bun curled slender branches.

When the misty rain followed, the frost bushes were as old as ever.

Who is drunk to gather fragrance and return home, last year flowers dropped off guests, now they are like butterflies flying apart.

"Last year, flowers dropped off guests, but now it's like butterflies flying apart." Xu Changan said a few words silently in his heart, and then he admired Zhu Pingniang and the girls here more and more.

These words are no different from the phrase "sweep your eyebrows on stage and remove makeup when you step down".

The girls in the brothel have written the words "playing on the scene" on the front of the door, but there are still benefactors who can't be seen pretending to be invisible, wanting to change girls with a false heart. their sincerity.

Where in the world is there such a good thing.

You give money and it counts as a deal, but that's it.

At this moment, a woman came back from the outside world. After seeing Xu Changan, she was stunned for a moment and said in surprise, "Mr. Xu? Are you back?"

Xu Changan turned around and found that it was an actress in yellow.

"Young Master, why don't you go in and look for Sister Zhu, what are you doing standing in front of the door." The woman saw Xu Changan, her eyes lit up, and she was about to grab Xu Changan's arm with a tender smile, but she was caught as usual. He dodged lightly.

Women are also used to it. As written on the couplet in front of the door, they are the least likely to be entangled in people.

However, seeing Xu Changan not going up here, she was still a little strange, and she felt that young people were thin-skinned, and it was normal for a person to be unwilling to go up.

"Little son, wait a moment, I'll see where Sister Lu is, and let her come and invite you up."

"Trouble." Xu Changan bowed and thanked.

Seeing this, the woman opened her eyes with a wide smile, and pulled down the sturdy front of her clothes, "You're welcome, sir."

"..." Xu Changan looked away and continued to wait here.

Don't watch it, it's his rule.

And... he is not a child, so he naturally doesn't want anyone to lead him upstairs.

But he didn't come to listen to music and have fun. It wasn't as simple as going upstairs and sitting down here. He came to find Zhu Pingniang.

Can……

God knows where is Senior Zhu, who is in charge of every day?

In the past, when he came downstairs, he would naturally hear Zhu Pingniang's clothes telling him where he was, but now there is no movement at all...

This is the real reason why Xu Changan didn't go upstairs.

He didn't want to wander around in ambiguous places like a headless fly after entering Huayuelou.

Not long after, a tall and slender woman wearing a phoenix hairpin came out of Huayuelou.

It was Zhu Pingniang's deputy class leader Lu, and Xu Changan had met her a few times.

With a leader, it's easy.

"Miss Lu..." Xu Changan was relieved when he heard strange news.

"Sir, I wish my sister is currently performing a song on the stage." Miss Lu said, with a helpless expression on her face: "Elder sister just said... Let you go there and wait for her."

Xu Changan was stunned when he heard the words.

sing?

Oh yes.

Although Senior Zhu is the master of Huayuelou and an extremely noble immortal sect, she will occasionally introduce it.

Xu Changan didn't think much. He entered Huayuelou with Miss Lu, walked up to the third floor of the flower terrace by the special secret stairs on the side, and took a seat in the elegant room of the high terrace. what's good.

Seeing Xu Changan lost, Miss Lu smiled tenderly, took a few good incense candles and lit them, and then put some delicate dessert fruit plates aside, and then lightly pressed a button on the wall , inform the girl that he has taken his seat.

Miss Lu took three steps back, and her voice suddenly became a little too high: "Little Master."

"...Huh?" Xu Changan came back to his senses, and only then did he smell the wonderful atmosphere in the private room.

Sandalwood, Qiushui Yiren, fragrant and fragrant.

"Miss Lu?"

"I wish my sister to let you listen to Qu'er." Miss Lu changed her seriousness in front of her sisters and winked at Xu Changan playfully: "It's rare for my sister to appear on stage once, so you should watch carefully..."

"Eh?"

"If you want to ask Sister Zhu for help, you can't make her angry." Miss Lu didn't seem to know much, but as a "little ghost" by Zhu Pingniang's side, she didn't mind revealing more about Zhu Pingniang's thoughts to Xu Changan.

She didn't care whether Xu Changan listened or not, she said to herself.

"Even if it's Sister Zhu, she's still a girl. Young Master, think about how you feel after listening to the song. Your compliment is very useful to my sister."

"Also, don't be so nervous, young master, remember to move the dessert bowl in the room... It's better to be like coming home. If you don't show off so much, my sister will be happy."

After speaking, Miss Lu covered her face and left with a smile.

Xu Changan: "..."

What does it mean?

Looking for help to please people, she understands that.

It's just that I wish seniors think so?

have to.

I really came to listen to the music myself.

However, he still didn't pay much attention to it. Senior Zhu always thinks about whether it's a show or a show, and suddenly wants to perform on stage and has to listen to it by himself. He can only say... This is her style of doing things.

Could it be that this is the reason why Senior Zhu only allowed himself to see her alone?

If you want to listen to the tune, Miss Yun can also listen to it.

Xu Changan couldn't guess what the senior was thinking, but what Miss Lu said was that if she came to ask the senior for help, she would naturally do her best in the details.

See Tricks and Tricks.

He picked up the fruit plate on the table, which was worth a lot of money at first glance, took a light bite, and finally stood up and looked down from the observation deck.

It was said to be an ode, but it was obvious that it was only temporarily prepared after he came, so Zhu Pingniang has not yet taken the stage, and is still making preparations.

Huayuelou is very large, divided into many stations, and it is very lively. Xu Changan has everything in sight in this highest-ranking private room.

In front of you is a very spacious space, the center is a stage with clusters of peony flowers, there are hundreds of seats neatly arranged in front of the stage, and there are rows of separate private rooms above the pavilion, which can be viewed from the best angle. performance on stage.

The hall is symmetrical on the left and right, with gold color and paintings, and the decoration is delicate. The edges are surrounded by some bright red aura, which should be some kind of amplifying means.

The building is full of light and has luxurious furnishings. Unlike the outside, there is no fruit plate food on the seat of Huayuelou, except for the seat.

This is designed to keep everyone's attention fully on stage.

From Xu Changan's point of view, the two rows of seats closest to the stage in the entire hall were completely empty, and people began to sit in the third row, and at this time, girls were taking their seats one after another.

in Apple pie order.

Xu Changan glanced around and found that all the girls who were seated were brightly dressed.

Xu Changan looked around, but he didn't see a man.

The square tables were lying there, and the girls were full of them kneeling at the table. Some people seemed to have received some news, and they all looked up at the direction of Xu Changan's private room and pointed.

Xu Changan turned his ears, and following the wind, he could hear some whispers below.

"I said that Sister Zhu is going to perform on the third floor today... It turns out that Mr. Xu is here."

"No wonder."

"Isn't it right, will the young master come to listen to the tune?"

"I saw him just now, it should be right, but I can understand it now... Young master is not always willing to listen to music, even if Sister Zhu is reluctant to take the stage these days, her hands are itchy. ."

"Okay, what's going on here? It's rare for my sister to appear on stage once, and she still listens with her ears pricked up. If she can learn a little bit, it's no better than a man who doesn't grow."

"Hey, why do I smell a sour smell?"

"She likes to wish her sister, who doesn't know."

"You... beg for a fight."

"..."

Playful voices spread after the girls took their seats.

Xu Changan: "..."

He retracted his gaze and stopped listening, but the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch a few times.

I have to say that I wish the seniors are really welcome here. Although those girls are afraid of her, there are more people who respect and look forward to.

Moreover, Zhu Pingniang is not a public performance, but an "internal communication" among the girls in Huayuelou. Those who can enter this floor and listen to Zhu Pingniang playing the piano are all girls in Huayuelou.

Just thinking about it, Xu Changan suddenly felt the whole atmosphere stagnate for a while.

just like……

The feeling of the head teacher entering the class.

He immediately stood up and looked over.

Sure enough, in the side corner of the important high platform, Zhu Pingniang was instructing the girl beside her. She was clearly standing in the corner of the banquet hall, but she had a very high sense of presence.

There is probably an inexplicable sense of atmosphere lingering around this person, and people can't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation towards her just by looking at her.

Even Xu Changan couldn't help but take a second glance.

Don't get me wrong~lightnovelpub.net~ It's not because it looks good, but... such a senior wish is rare for him.

What he saw most in Zhu Pingniang was the graceful appearance, the flowers and the willows, full of coquettish and charming temperament.

But now it's not the same.

Wishing the girl to change her usual vulgar dress, she put on a noble and elegant black piano suit, like a pearl covered with black cloth.

At this moment, Zhu Pingniang noticed his sight, and suddenly turned around and waved at him.

Xu Changan was stunned for a moment, then bowed and saluted, and then... thoughtfully.

When the senior just turned around, it was like the black cloth was suddenly lifted, revealing the brilliance that the pearl should have...

Although it was only for a moment, it also allowed Xu Changan to capture something.

He remembered the "Zhu Tongjun" who was cold and not like a human being in the world written by his husband.

It should be said that it is indeed a person.