woman:"……"

No need.

Xiliangxian looked in the mirror and drew his thrush while asking, "Miss, who are you the first to play?"

"at last."

“That’s too late.”

When Xiliang Xian heard this, he drew his eyebrows a little more detailed, dyed his lips red, and raised his eyes to the ends, outlining a hint of charm.

He also drew a flower in his eyebrows.

Manzhushahua, with a bright charm.

She put on her makeup, put down her pen, turned her head to seek praise, held her face with both hands, and looked at the woman with bright eyes and asked, "How is it, how is it?"

The woman's face was pale, but her lips were as bright as fire. She looked at Xiliangxian, her eyes were stunned, and then she threw the gauze back to Xiliangxian and said coldly: "Anyway, if you want to cover your face, no matter how beautiful it is, it will be useless."

Xiliangxian only paid attention to a certain word in her words: "Beautiful?"

"That's right!"

She smiled and said, "Miss, your thoughts are too narrow-minded. I don't put on makeup to show the stinky men outside. Can't I appreciate it myself?"

The woman twitched her lips, "Okay. Just be happy."

Xiliang Xian hung the scarlet face towel to cover his face, revealing only a pair of shimmering eyes and the delicate and beautiful flower ornaments between his eyebrows.

Once the veil is worn, no one loves it.

Xiliangxian showed the aura of "I'm the No. 1 in the World"—

"Where are the people who are accompanimenting? Call them over and I have a song to teach them."

"No."

"Two songs!"

*

On the round stage built on the water surface, colorful gauze tents fly, and lanterns and lotus lanterns exude thin light, creating a dreamlike lightness and hazy feeling.

As soon as the performance of each girl who is a courtesan candidate ends, the mother of the ancient host of the brothel takes to the stage to finish the curtain call and report.

"The beauty who performed for us just now is the Daffodil girl from Fengyue Pavilion. Thank you for your support!"

"Next, welcome the girl from Pinhualou - Feng Qianqian to the stage!"

Sound down.

The lights suddenly dimmed.

On a huge white screen, a woman held a bouquet of peach blossoms in her hand, raised her head, bowed her waist, and raised her legs. A black black hair poured down like a waterfall. She raised her hand and pointed the peach blossoms on her forehead, shook her sleeves lightly, outlining a charming figure.

This appearance is unique.

Soon, a light, thrilling, strange, and even a bit strange, silk and bamboo orchestral music sounded as Miss Feng Qianqian appeared.

The melody was something that everyone here had never heard.

The woman's singing was just right.

"The guest official cannot,

You get closer and closer,

Where are your eyes looking?

Still pretending to be so calm,

The guest official cannot,

It's all my fault for being beautiful,
Chapter completed!