(The order of the previous chapter was arranged incorrectly, it was Chapter 8.)
Everyone walked towards the door, crossed the small bridge and flowing water, and opened a white gauze curtain at any time, and suddenly found that there was a unique world here.
The three-story building is pure and elegant. There is a stage in the center of the venue, and a woman in white is playing the guzheng. There are many booths placed below the stage, with some guests sitting in a bustling manner, and calligraphy and paintings are hanging around.
"The Zuiwenglou in my family is a place that sells arts but not self-employed!" Chang Miao explained.
"Owner, you are back!" A woman in a pink veil stepped forward and took her arm, laughed softly, glanced at her behind her, shocked in her eyes, but she quickly calmed down.
"Qiutang, are there many people tonight?" Chang Miao asked while walking upstairs.
"Not many, I guess I've been going to see the Hundred Flowers Conference! Can the poster get the first name today?" Qiutang asked.
Chang Miao nodded and pinched her face: "That's natural!"
"Ah, the poster really got it! Oh my God, this is really great news. Poster, Qiutang wants to tell other sisters about this! If you have a customer, I won't disturb you!" Too excited, Qiutang mentioned it.
The hem of the skirt, regardless of his image, went downstairs and took a deep look when he passed by Nan Liyou and Ling Xiaohan.
Chang Miao ran away with the back, smiled helplessly, and said to Nan Liyou and others: "Please please here!"
The group followed Chang Miao to the third floor, entered the room, ordered the maid to make tea, and then sat down slowly, and said softly: "Miss, now you can say it, what do you need to help me!"
Nan Liyou frowned and said with a faint smile, "I want to know the place where the heart burns!"
Chang Miao was shocked, her face with a soft smile gradually disappeared, "I'm sorry, I don't know about this place!"
When Nan Liyou heard this, a sneer faded into the corner of his mouth, "Is that true? If you don't know the place where the firedra you dare to ask where did you come from?"
After hearing this, Chang Miao was even more shocked. He couldn't help but hold his eyebrows back and reexamined the woman in red again, "What do you want Huodara to do?"
"Save people!" Nan Liyou replied faintly.
"Who to save?" Chang Miao continued to ask.
"Mother!"
Chang Miao looked faint and continued, "I didn't expect that there were so many people thinking about this Huodura. Fortunately, it was fake to be stolen!"
Everyone was startled and said in unison: "Fake it?"
Chang Miao stood up, walked around the center of the venue, stamped his feet, and smiled and said, "Of course it's fake! I don't have that great ability. I will pick up the Fire Dhara back in the land of Burning Heart. The one I was stolen.
The one I have is just made of silk by my family!”
Nan Liyou suddenly realized that no wonder that when she saw the pot of flowers when she was in the square, she always felt something was wrong.
No wonder, my mother was losing the flowers in this second, and she was still safe and safe, without any rush. So that's it.
She was so sophisticated that she had deceived everyone's eyes. Nan Liyou had to admire this woman a little.
"My mother is indeed Mian, I admire her!" Nan Liyou bowed.
"No, I have no way to do it. To be honest, the Zuiwenglou of my family is a business that sells arts but not self-employed. There are dozens of girls under my hands to support them, and the business is bleak and cannot compare to those flesh-and-skinned businesses. Look at it
I was going to pay the rent, so I thought of this method." Chang Miao sighed, Yingying walked back to her seat and sat down, took a sip of tea.