In the middle of the night, Wen Xiuyun returned to her boudoir slightly tired. There was a wine bureau that she went to accompany until now.

　　 took off the beautiful long skirt, removed the accessories on his head, sitting in front of the dressing table, Wen Xiuyun looked at herself in the bronze mirror a little in a daze, as if suddenly thinking of something, her pretty face blushed instantly and went straight to her neck.

　　 "Miss, the hot water is ready, so let's take a dip to get rid of it?"

　　 "Ah! Oh, good."

　　 Unlike other singers, Wen Xiuyun did not live in the Jinxiu Pavilion, but in a small courtyard behind the Jinxiu Pavilion. From the house to the furnishings in the yard, everything is arranged according to her preferences. This is her nest.

　　 Maid Xiaobi is Wen Xiuyun’s little fellow, three years younger than her, fourteen this year. People are not too old, but they are quick and pitiful, and Wen Xiuyun is worried that she will suffer, and she insists on coming here to avoid being pushed out to contact guests early.

　　 After removing all the makeup, Wen Xiuyun put on a layer of gauze and went into the bathroom. He reached out and tested the temperature of the water, which was suitable, before taking off the gauze and soaking herself in the bathtub.

　　 "Miss, the soul vanilla I tuned today, hehe, I don't know how fragrant it is after washing!"

　　 "Soul vanilla save a little bit, otherwise Chen's mother will have to say that I am too expensive next month."

　　 "Huh! Mom Chen is stingy! How much money does the lady make in the shop? I can't bear any soul vanilla, I don't like her!"

Wen Xiuyun patted Xiaobi's head and smiled: "One coin of soul vanilla is worth one hundred taels of silver. A bath is also three dollars. Do you think it's cheaper? If it wasn't for practice, I think this bath When I wash my heart, I'm just throwing silver into the water."

Xiao Bi disagreed, and replied dissatisfied: "What! I always put four dollars into the bath water for the young lady. It is important for the young lady to practice qigong. Only when the cultivation base is high, he can be rated higher. To make more money, even as long as the young lady can reach the third rank, Chen's mother will not dare to use the contract to threaten you."

　　 "Third-Rank? Haha, how easy it is. And I can’t tell how it will look like when I get to 3-Rank."

　　 Generally speaking, as long as the singer reaches the third rank, Hualou's control over the singer will be greatly weakened. Even a singer of this grade can easily redeem himself, which is a way of relief in the dreams of many singers.

　　 It’s just that most of the third-tier singers are born in large-scale flower houses. The backstage of that kind of flower houses is extremely hard. Even if the singers reach the third-tier, they don’t dare to get out easily. At most, they have more choices.

　　 After all, the third-tier singer is a cash cow, who wants to let it go easily?

　　 "Miss, you are a little weird today."

　　 "Where is it?"

　　 "I came back much later than usual, and you were stunned for a long time when you removed your makeup just now, and looked ashamed. Could it be that which pretty man did you meet today?"

　　 Although the two are in a master-servant relationship, because they are similar in age and fellow villagers, they are usually more like sisters, and they don't have much scruples in speaking.

　　 "Oh! What are you **** girl talking about! Be careful when I hit you!"

　　 "I won't let you fight! Miss, you see you blush again, there must be a problem!"

　　 Wen Xiuyun's face turned red because it was difficult to capture this little girl without clothes.

　　 "Miss, tell me, who did you meet today?"

　　 "...a weird person."

　　 "Weirdo? What a weird way? Is it strange looking or speaking strange?"

　　 Talking about the men who appeared in front of Wen Xiuyun like a revolving bell are the private conversations of the master and servant. Wen Xiuyun rarely hesitated like this today.

　　 "It's the head of the black flag camp in Xuanqingweili, Shen Hao."

"Wow! Miss, did you see Shen Hao?! That day, I was scared to watch the decapitation in the East Market, but I didn’t go to see it. Chi, arms are thicker than ordinary people's waists, or they are open-mouthed, and they can make people cry at a glance! Is it true?"

"Puff! Nonsense! How can someone grow up like this! Shen Zongqi is very young, better-looking than most of the young men I have seen, and he has an aura of heroism, and he speaks very well... ...Oh! What are you laughing at! I won't talk anymore!"

　　 "I don't laugh anymore, I really don't laugh anymore, miss you, tell me, since Mr. Shen is so good-looking, why is he a weirdo?"

　　 "Huh, he is also a weird person to look good. As soon as I entered, he infuriated and discarded the charming tricks that radiated from me, as if worried that I would harm him."

　　 "Wow! There are such people? So why is he going to Jinxiu Pavilion? Is he a junior?"

　　 "Bah! I'll really hit you if I learn how to talk like Chen's mother!"

　　 "Hee hee, keep talking Miss."

　　 "Later, I gave them a performance. After a song, everyone said yes, but he smiled without saying a word, and looked "just like that" on his face, which made people very angry."

　　 Xiaobi frowned when she heard this, and she refused to accept: "It's really damning, the lady's piano and song are both superb, the one surnamed Shen doesn't even know the goods?!"

　　 "I was also a little annoyed at the time, so I asked him if he was dissatisfied with my piano song, but guess what he said?"

"How to say?"

　　 "He said I sang very well, but the song is a little worse."

　　 "Miss, what song did you sing tonight?"

　　 ""Speech tonight", "Menghanshan" and "Don't Forget Your Lord"."

　　 "What?! These three are the masterpieces of everyone in Meng Qianxun! They sound so good, then Shen Hao is deaf?"

Seeing that Xiaobi was so excited, Wen Xiuyun laughed. Of course she knew that Meng Qianxun was Xiaobi’s most admired singer, so she nodded and said: "Well, I almost scolded him with anger at the time, so I asked him since He thinks these three classic songs are not good. UU read www.uukanshu.com, so what good songs does he have, let me know."

　　 "Ahaha, right, right, right now, the surname Shen has nothing to say, right?"

　　 Xiaobi even imagined Shen Hao's deflated appearance in his mind, and smiled happily.

But Wen Xiuyun shook his head and said, "It’s the blame here. He really has a better song than the three "Divine Tonight", and it's much better, even the best of all the songs I know. One song, no one."

　　 "Huh?! No, miss what you just said I didn't understand?"

　　 "I said, he really has a song that is better than the three "Divine Tonight", and it is the best song I know so far."

"This is impossible!"

　　 "Huh, don't believe me?"

"I do not believe!"

　　 "Well, I'll play it for you when I finish the bath."

　　 Half an hour later, Wen Xiuyun was wearing a gauze, with her hair scattered, she looked lazy after taking a bath, her face flushed. Then I saw her sitting in front of the piano, gently stroking the strings...

The tune of 　　 was lonely and cold from the beginning. It seemed that a woman was walking groaningly by the cool autumn river. Although the scenery was charming, the woman was full of thoughts.

　　 followed Wen Xiuyun’s singing, and Xiaobi opened his eyes with amazement at the beginning of the first sentence:

　　 Red lotus fragrant and residual jade 簟 Autumn, lightly relieve Luo Chang, and go alone on the orchid boat.

　　Who in the cloud will send a brocade book?

　　 When the word "Goose" is back, the moon is full of the West Building.

　　 The flower is floating and the water flows freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows.

　　 There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lower my brows, but my heart.

　　......

　　 Ps: "One Cut Plum", Author: Li Qingzhao. Song: Faye Wong Version