It was late at night. In the reveling Ronghua City, people were singing and dancing.

The world-famous Zuihua Tower is as lively as ever. Guests are coming in and out in an endless stream. The mellow aroma of the wine floats to every corner of the city along with the sound of the beauty's piano, attracting passersby on the road before they even have time to approach.

He was already three points drunk.

Yuanyang tiles are cold and frosty, but who can share the coldness of emeralds?

It's her own comparison.

Everyone gathered around the wooden platform to watch the intoxicating dance.

She sat on a bamboo chair and was carried to the wooden platform by four rough and powerful men.

The jade finger moved lightly, and the veil covering her head was gently caressed, revealing a red dress and a smile.

She stepped on the moonlight and curled up.

The song starts and the music sounds.

When the song is over, everyone applauds.

As graceful as a woman, she walked slowly down from the 20-meter wooden platform with three-inch golden lotus steps.

The moonlight shone on her red dress, and the crisp sound of bells came from her ankles with her small steps.

"Slow down!" a voice sounded from behind.

There was a smile on Wanruo's lips. She looked up and saw a pair of bottomless black eyes in the crowd looking at her.

"Sure enough, if you look at it from a distance, it's as bright as the sun rising as the morning glow; if you look at it closely, it's as bright as a flower blooming with green waves." A man said slowly.

Wanruo smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Thank you for your compliment, I am very grateful."

Seeing that it was time, the old bustard said in a high-pitched voice with a smile: "Hey! Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is the first night of Wan Ruo, the number one courtesan in Zuihua House. The one with the highest price will win!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone immediately started whispering. Who knows, it seems that the second prince has always paid for it, and now he actually voluntarily bids for it. How many people are thinking about it!

Wanruo lowered his head shyly and secretly glanced at Chunfeng, who was sitting in the VIP area on the second floor, dressed as a woman and looking elegant.

I saw her blinking at herself and showing a meaningful smile.

The smiling young master was afraid that something would happen to her, so he asked Chunfeng to follow her.

Safety is guaranteed, but I am afraid that something will go wrong and all my plans will come to nothing. It seems that the more I think about it, the more uneasy I become.

I thought to myself, is it right or wrong to agree to help?

At this moment, a high-pitched drunken voice sounded, "I'll pay you a thousand taels, and this girl is mine tonight."

There was an uproar below, this one thousand taels is not a small amount!

The crowd was agitated, and everyone was looking for the owner of the voice.

It was as if when he raised his head, the man was already standing in front of him.

She looked at him. He had a fat head, big ears, and a smooth mouth. It was hard to imagine that the very literary words just now were spoken by the man in front of her.

"Wan Ruo..." the man muttered silently, "What a peerless beauty, she really lives up to her reputation." The man stretched out his hand, raised Wan Ruo's chin, and examined her.

As soon as he said these words, the old bustard immediately shouted: "It seems that there is no one with a higher bid than this uncle. If this is the case, it seems that tonight will belong to this uncle."

Everyone looked at each other, but no one offered a higher price.

The man laughed heartily, hugged the stunned Wanrui with satisfaction, and said greasyly: "Beauty, I will love you very much tonight."

Wan Ruo replied, somewhat dumbfounded: "Thank you, uncle."
Chapter completed!