Misunderstanding, I Really Didn’t Show Love to My Teacher

The majesty of stepping into the Rivers and Lakes, and the heroism of breaking into the Shajiazhuang all the way, the writing in the book has been refreshing, but seeing it with your own eyes is still convulsing! Such a chivalrous generation makes people feel so excited. admire.

Ji Chacha looked at his Little Brother with a subtle expression, but he sighed again in his heart.Even the scholars would be shocked by the scene.

"Good good, give me a reward.

I only heard a burst of noise outside, and suddenly a purse was thrown out in the other private room to the left, and it landed directly on the stage.

A few 240 young men hurriedly picked it up and handed it to the head of the troupe. The other party opened it and took a breath, and hurriedly bowed to the third floor in thanks.

"Who is that?" Ji Chacha turned to ask Little Brother.

"I wish Rong Jingui." Ji Sheng said with a sneer: "This voice, Big sis, can't you hear it? Only he can laugh so badly."

"I'm coming too.

There was another soft drink, and another object was thrown out of the box, but this time it was replaced with a palm-sized jade, and there was a sudden shock.

"The barbarian Big sis of Chimei is here too. It seems that everyone is paying a lot of attention to the novelist's opera this time." Yuqing raised her eyebrows, feeling uneasy in her heart.

The Confucian Great Master Yuer is bothering to find out the traitors, but the novelist has invisibly begun to penetrate the people. The contention of these hundreds of schools is not the people's heart? The backyard of Baihuafang, the troupe has left, and the dilapidated courtyard is empty. But also neat and clean.

In the center of the courtyard, there is a long table on which is a guzheng, and a woman sits next to the guzheng.

The woman's long hair was untreated, just draped over her shoulders, her dignified posture was sitting with her legs bent, her white and tender fingers stroked on the strings, and a trace of piano sound reverberated, making her look very lonely in the courtyard.

"Is this what the second volume originally said.

Mengyao's beautiful face was a bit of dignity, fingers gently flicked, the ethereal piano sound (bbfj) sounded, the girl seemed to be pinning something, listening to the sound, the speed of the fingers began to gradually enter a rhythm.

If Xie Daoran is here, you will definitely be amazed that this girl's technique is really good, and the artistic conception is sufficient, but it is too compassionate, a little bit sad and sad.

Mengyao never expected that the heroine of the second volume is actually a brothel

Wutong passed through Qingzhou, where he met the thief who picked flowers and met Schumann, a woman in the brothel; but he dared not have too much contact with him because he was carrying a sea of ​​blood and hatred. However, Schumann must follow. She doesn't want to be a rich lady, she doesn't want the literary son, or the rich life she already has, she just wants to be able to go for a while.

But Wutong didn't want to take revenge. Fourth Uncle said that he can't worry about it.

So Schumann did something that all the women in the brothel had thought about, privately

"The head of the hospital is telling me that I don't have this determination or that I don't want to leave?"

Mengyao stopped her fingers and Qin Yin stopped, she looked outside the courtyard wall.

From the beginning of sensibility, her world is piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and then how to please men, various etiquette, various small movements training, from a yellow-haired girl to a woman that countless wealthy children in Zhongzhou city now crave.

"You may die if you leave here." Mengyao stood up, wearing a white skirt with the wind.

Shaking and her long hair drifting away, the girl turned around and took the first step: just like that Wutong-like, she couldn't help herself when she entered Rivers and Lakes. .

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