"Ouch, Mama Yan, did you bring a Taoist priest to visit a brothel? It's quite novel." In the middle of the first row closest to the stage, a wretched young man saw this and laughed at the old madam. What he said was
The old bustard, it was Mu Heng who smiled.
Mu Heng didn't say much, he just glanced at this short young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He must not be a good thing.
"My Mr. Chen, please stop making fun of me. This young man has an extraordinary temperament, but he is just a little slovenly." The old bustard tried to smooth things over for Mu Heng. He also expected Mu Heng to spend a fortune tonight, so he couldn't offend him.
If she knew that Mu Heng was penniless and still wanted to make money from her, she would be furious to death.
"Taoist priests still have money to go to brothels? It seems that this fake Taoist priest is quite good at making money." A chubby fat man in the second row saw that Mu Heng was unkempt and must not be a person, so he ridiculed him.
"Young Master Feng is joking. Who in the entire Chang Kingdom doesn't know that Mr. Feng is the richest man in Xinzhou City, and his business has spread to several countries." The old madam was indeed a veteran, and did not directly respond to the fat man's ridicule, but turned around and praised him.
Feeling complacent, he stopped paying attention to Mu Heng.
"These days, people are either wearing Taoist robes or are monks. Who knows if they are sanctimonious people." There is a table in the middle of the first row, surrounded by three young people. Judging from their temperament, they are all scholars. Among them, the young scholar at the top
His face was as pale as paper, he held a white paper fan in his hand, and his eyes reflected the light of contempt.
Mu Heng did not comment on these comments about himself, but still maintained a warm and elegant smile. His face was pale like this, maybe he was exhausted by wine and sex. I wonder if this girl can still lift up after visiting the brothel.
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Besides, I am not a Taoist priest, I just wear a Taoist robe. Moreover, you are all here to visit the brothel, I am here to make money, can everyone be the same?
Mu Heng's lack of response seemed to offend the young scholar at the center of the table. His expression was obviously strange, but he forced out a half-hearted smile. He suddenly turned around and became serious, facing the Madam.
He scolded: "Since when can even cats and dogs enter this beautiful and beautiful building? Where can I be treated by Yan's mother?"
"Oh, Mr. Zhao, you have wrongly blamed me. This young man is also a good poet. You all have to have a good exchange with the talented people later." After hearing the words of Mr. Zhao, the old madam couldn't help but feel a smile on his forehead.
Breaking out in a cold sweat, could it be that I saw it wrong because of my blindness?
Impossible. If his temperament was fake, how could he not see it? But I almost made people angry by bringing him in today.
Listening to the words of the young master named Zhao, Mu Heng was afraid that there was someone in the family who was in a high position, and what he said would make him feel superior to others. Mu Heng was not interested in such people who exuded the aura of domineering kings. You can't control me in this big world.
But then the young man at the head of the table had an evil look in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were raised. He was also a character who said nothing shocking: "I don't think the Taoist priest is dressed like a wealthy person.
, if you are short of food and clothing, you should go to a restaurant or clothing store to beg for alms. But the Taoist priest came to this Guose Tianxiang Tower to beg for alms. Could it be that the Taoist priest is the legendary person who lives in broad daylight?"
Everyone heard the words and didn't understand what they meant for a while. It was obviously late at night and there was no daylight. But after thinking about it for a moment, the whole hall burst into laughter. It was broad daylight. The point was not the daylight, but the daylight.
The sound of laughter was endless. Mu Heng, who was originally calm, couldn't sit still after hearing this young man's ingenious ridicule. He thought to himself: "His mother is really a talent. This can also remind you? It's okay.
What a joker!"
"Dong..." A crisp piano sound was like a silver plate breaking into pieces. The originally noisy hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes were attracted.
Suddenly, the gauze curtain on the stage in the middle was lifted by a maid, and someone in the crowd shouted: "Miss Liu Qing'er, come out, everyone, please be quiet."
When Mu Heng heard this, he looked towards the center of the stage. In the dimly lit area, there was a masked woman sitting behind the piano. She was wearing an elegant orchid-colored dress that looked even more charming under the dim light. With just one glance, Mu Heng could feel it.
Women's style.
Needless to say, this is the protagonist of the oiran fragrance tasting party held only once a month. It can fascinate so many people, so she must be pretty.
Mu Heng, who had a little knowledge of various marketing methods in his previous life, knew that this monthly incense tasting must be a gimmick, a small means of hunger marketing. Mu Heng's eyes turned hot when he looked at Miss Liu Qing'er, and the money came from
Earn on you.
The ten fingers danced on the strings, and beautiful sounds followed. Sometimes melodious, sometimes sad, just like the sounds of nature.
The lightness and liveliness at the beginning is like the greenness and sweetness of a man and a woman who have just confessed their love.
The rapid sadness in the middle seems to be the anger and unwillingness to leave the lover.
The depression at the end was like seeing through the despair and despair of people's hearts.
The sound of the piano seemed to be filled with magic, lingering around and lingering for a long time. The song "The Grudge of Nagato" made everyone intoxicated, and their emotions changed with the meaning of the piano. They were suddenly happy, resentful and sad until the sound of the piano disappeared.
Even a happy person can hardly calm down the sadness in his heart.
It took a long time after the song ended before everyone came back to their senses and slowly focused their eyes on the graceful figure in the center of the stage.
"Miss Qing'er is good at playing the piano, I'm Fu Chengping." The young man sitting at the main table, who seemed to be the protagonist, first stood up and greeted Liu Qing'er.
"Little girl Liu Qing'er has met Mr. Fu." After hearing this, Liu Qing'er, with the help of the maid, walked from behind the piano to the front desk and replied in a sweet voice.
The graceful figure, one point more is fatter, and one point less is thinner. It seems that it is a specially tailored body favored by the Creator.
Everyone in the audience stared at Liu Qing'er intently, not wanting to miss even a single detail, and a few of them licked the corners of their mouths consciously.
"Today I can hear Miss Qing'er's fairy voice. It's really a worthwhile trip. I, Feng Wanjin, have met Miss Qing'er." The fat second-generation rich man quickly stood up from his chair and bowed to Liu Qing'er on the stage.
Praise, for fear of falling behind others.
"I met Miss Qing'er in Xiatian Ridge. Miss Qing'er's song "Nagato Resentment" vividly expresses the woman's sadness and loss, making people feel like they are immersed in the scene and feel the same." The angry Mu Heng almost vomited blood.
Brother Talent also stood up to express his praise for Liu Qing'er's piano sound.
Sure enough, beauties get preferential treatment. He almost vomited blood when he didn't offend him, but he almost vomited blood. This guy is also very hypocritical. When Mu Heng saw that this guy looked like a gentleman, he couldn't help but complain in his heart.
"Miss Qing'er is not only beautiful and fragrant, but also has superb skills. I have admired her for a long time. Please don't believe me, Miss Qing'er is polite." The pale young man, who seemed to have been hollowed out by wine and sex, expressed himself straightforwardly.
of love.
"Miss Qing'er, I'm..."
Immediately afterwards, there was endless praise, and everyone stood up to express their praise.
Under the bright light, Liu Qing'er, who was wearing an orchid skirt, looked like an elegant butterfly. Her gentle, watery eyes were like the sunshine in winter, melting the ice and snow. She bowed slightly and said, "Qing'er, thank you for your love."
Mu Heng was sitting in the corner waiting for the next program. He found out from the boy that Pinxiang can play the piano is just an appetizer, and the main course is poetry. He has learned so much in his previous life, so he will copy one now and change it.
It shouldn't be difficult to get silver coins. As for the other people here, slapping them in the face is just like beating a rabbit with straw, incidentally.
Before Mu Heng could make a move, the wretched young man who initially ridiculed Mu Heng looked at Mu Heng with ill intentions and said to Liu Qing'er: "Miss Qing'er, I don't know that a special person came to the Guose Tianxiang Tower today."
guests."
"Oh? I wonder who Mr. Chen is talking about?" Hearing this, Liu Qing'er also became interested, her eyes scanned the entire hall, and asked the wretched young man.
"Here, it's this one." The wretched young man named Chen pointed at Mu Heng with a proud smile on his face.
Liu Qing'er looked from the direction of the wretched young man's finger, and saw a short-haired young man wearing a blue robe sitting at the table. His straight body, delicate face, and radiant eyes did not have a hint of lust, and he was indeed different from the others here.
Too same.
The Taoist priest also came to visit the brothel? As if he found something interesting, Liu Qing'er stared at Mu Heng with ambiguous eyes, deliberately disrespected the Taoist priest, and asked quietly: "Who is this young master?"
"Poverty Taoist Mu Heng." Although he looked down on the ridicule of these people, he was not a person who allowed others to insult him. He stated his identity straightforwardly. Although he was not a Taoist priest, his Taoist robe could not be faked, so he simply recognized it.
Liu Qing'er didn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment from Mu Heng, but Liu Qing'er seemed to be unwilling to give up, and then said: "As far as the little girl knows, monks are not close to women. Since the young master calls himself a Taoist priest, what is the point of coming to the Tianxiang Tower of National Beauty?"
"It's broad daylight." The wretched young man surnamed Chen picked up on others and told the joke again.
When Liu Qing'er heard the words "broad daylight", her eyes were filled with questions. Before she could continue to ask what it meant, she only heard everyone laughing, which made her confused.
After thinking for a moment, I understood what these four words meant. I was in a brothel, and I had heard these words of tiger and wolf. Suddenly, the cheeks behind the veil were as red as peaches and plums, and they were so beautiful that they let out a soft sigh through the veil.
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After coming back to her senses, Liu Qing'er raised her beautiful eyes and glanced at Mu Heng. Seeing that his expression did not change and he seemed unmoved, a trace of curiosity arose in her heart: This man is so calm.
Mu Heng's calmness was in sharp contrast to everyone's exaggerated reactions, and Liu Qing'er couldn't help but feel a little dark in her heart. She wanted to see if this person was really bold or pretending to be calm.
She calmed down and pretended that she hadn't stopped talking about the lewd words just now. Someone asked in a sweet voice: "Today, the little girl played a song and won everyone's love. Qing'er felt ashamed and didn't deserve it. I wonder how Mr. Mu thought Qing'er's piano skills were.
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Mu Heng saw the ridicule in Liu Qing'er's eyes, and he also wanted to find an opportunity to open up the situation, and said: "Just so so."
When Liu Qing'er heard Mu Heng's answer, she didn't take it seriously. She knew her level well and didn't say anything. She glanced at Mu Heng for a moment and waited for the next step.
"What?" Mu Heng's shocking words seemed to offend the public, which made other men who were still immersed in the joke angry: "What nonsense are you talking about, a Taoist priest? Miss Qing'er is recognized by everyone here, who do you think you are?"
Onion, how dare you slander a beautiful woman like this?"
"That's it, do you understand music?"
"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."
Mu Heng just wanted to refute everyone, so he stood up and said again: "It's really just so-so."
Liu Qing'er was really angry this time. This person was really telling lies with his eyes open. There was contempt in his eyes, but he was very serious in his words: "Then please ask Mr. Mu for advice. It will also help Qing'er make further progress."