I don’t know what fabric was used in the side hall, it was soft and easy to pinch, like water. What’s even more rare is that the sound insulation effect is excellent. Qian Yiqun sat in the small room of the side hall, and two prostitutes put down the curtains, and the noise outside was immediately blocked.

There was a square table of four-legged and eight immortals in the side hall, with wine, refreshments and fruits on it. Qian Yiqun didn't like drinking, and saw a teapot on the table, and said, "Is there any good tea? Make a pot."

The girl beside him stood up lightly, raised her fingers and held the handle of the teapot and walked out. Another girl sat beside Qian Yiqun, with bright red cockscomb juice on her slender fingers. She gracefully took a piece of snack and said, "Mr. Qian, this is the date paste cake made by our sisters himself. If you don't eat it, you will look down on us."

"How dare, how dare." Qian Yiqun opened his mouth and obediently asked the girl to send a jujube paste cake the size of a copper coin into her mouth. He closed his mouth and bit it, and his mouth was filled with jujube fragrance.

"Mr. Qian, is it delicious?"

"It's delicious, it's really delicious." Qian Yiqun saw her take another piece and greeted her, put her fingers in her mouth and wrapped it gently.

"Xiaosen is wronged! I just don't know if the sweetness of the crispy cake in my mouth or the sweetness of your fingers, sister. I just want to taste it carefully, so how can I tease you?"

"Then have you tasted it?" The girl sneered, shaking her shoulders gently, and the fragrance became more and more intense.

The girl's face turned red, and she passed through Qian Yiqun's arm with one hand, pressed her to her side, and said coquettishly: "I just think Mr. Qian is a humble gentleman, but I didn't expect to tease her!"

Qian Yiqun was so shocked by this sticker that his whole body was numb, and he thought to himself: This beauty is beautiful and her charming skills are even more amazing. If I had ten taels of silver, I would have wished I could have had a night here! It was so miserable. In my previous life, I spent a lot of money on people and thought that silver was as big as the yen. Now I understand how much the weight of one tael of silver is.

"Young Master Qian, you can't be biased, you have to eat me too." Another girl returned to Qian Yiqun and took a small salt cake with a sweet voice, put it in her palm, and gave it to Qian Yiqun's mouth. Her big eyes shining deeply.

Qian Yiqun instinctively heard this pun. He opened his mouth to the girl's palm. He felt the gentleness between his lips. He sucked it hard, and the salt cake wrapped in the girl's Youxiang and rolled it into his mouth. By the way, he quickly licked the girl's palm with the tip of his tongue, which made the girl quickly withdraw her hand and her face was shy.

"Young Master Zhou also said that you have never been to the brothel Chu Pavilion. Why do I look like you are a master?" The girl shook her body lightly, and her body was in fragrance.

"I think of Mr. Qian's kind of romantic figure, I'm afraid he's already a 'red sleeves' trick in the city', but we are just vulgar rouge powder," another girl was very skillful in her routine.

Although Qian Yiqun enjoys it, his mind is still clear.

Seeing that Qian Yiqun was not seduced by this little love, the two of them toasted for a round of wine and kissed Qian Yiqun's cheeks or neck intentionally or unintentionally. Unexpectedly, Qian Yiqun was still sitting upright at the table. Although they cooperated with each other, they were far less lustful and soul-giving than other men.

How could they know that Mr. Qian had experienced the lingering love in "Bai Meitu". After coming out, although his memory was blurred, he had already deeply planted antibodies in his subconscious. The charm of these two girls could be fascinated by any man, but they were caught by Qian Yiqun.

"Mr. Qian, the pipa and yangqin's seven-string song, what do you like?" The girl played with her routine, and she had to find another way.

Qian Yiqun casually said, "I don't care about the one you are good at, so I am not limited to that."

The girl got up and was blessed. She walked out of the side hall. She immediately carried the pipa in and sat in a distant seat. Ruchang's fine fingers slightly tweaked the strings and asked in a smug hue, "You guys have any lyrics and music you love to listen to?"

"No matter what happens, you have to be more festive." Qian Yiqun's most feared was that he had a deep grudge. Why did he get into entertainment and make everyone's interest?

The girl smiled on her face and pointed to the silk strings, like pearls and jade falling to the ground, like broken silk and broken brocade. She saw her red lips lightly opening and singing in Suzhou dialect: "Holding a broom and feathers is afraid of hurting the lives of ants, and cutting off the vines, I wish to enjoy the beauty of Changchun forever." After singing, the lingering sound lingers.

Before the lingering sound was over, the girl sniffed a little and spit out a poem: "The world in the pot is quiet, the sun and moon are shining in the cave. The threshold is the ten continents and three islands, and the Western Pond is wonderful. The scenery is the same as the four seasons, and the greetings are not violent. The peaches are about to last for three thousand years, and the purple mist and auspicious smoke linger..."

Qian Yiqun was attracted to this short paragraph after hearing this. He stared at the beautiful woman's Linglong Xiu's mouth, with only two red and fluttering in his eyes.

"... I stayed in Emei for a long time, but I didn't know how many years of the world was. I didn't know the vast world, and I didn't know the past. I never knew the fate of the world. I never realized the ordinary world, so I always wanted to seek subtle morality..." The beautiful singer had already taken the role of Bai Suzhen, and she was put into it, and it seemed like the White Lady singing in person.

When Qian Yiqun heard the sentence "Sunday's meticulous moral pursuit", his heart trembled and he immediately fell into the sea of ​​spiritual aggregate.

The beautiful singing style floats in the empty space, and is vague. Qian Yiqun saw the sea waves calm and the spiritual platform is clear and clear, and said to himself: It turns out that the power of words is indeed so great that it can touch the mind and soul. If I learned this trick, can I exert the power of the trick more?

He also thought that whenever his heart and mouth are united and spoke the truth, his combat power will surge, and he felt that this is the right way. Speaking of which, these literary performances are nothing more than self-hypnosis and then hypnotizing the audience, allowing the audience to follow him into the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in the play. Isn’t this the same truth as the magic spell leveraging the heart and leveraging the power to control things?

Qian Yiqun came out of the quietness and heard the singer singing, "...I just thought that the snow monk Yunyin was very compassionate, but he did not expect that his Buddha's mouth and snake's heart would make a secret plan..."

Qian Yiqun was a little more impatient, and he didn't care whether there was any stalemate here, and he started to slap his hands.

The clapping scared the singer Huayan, thinking that she had violated the taboo of being kind to the guest, so she quickly got off the seat and said with a tongue: "But offend the guest? I am vulgar and ignorant. Please forgive me."

"Get up," Qian Yiqun laughed, "I heard you sing so well that I sang it so hard that I couldn't help but clap my hands. You sit here, I have something to say."

The singer then calmed down and sat next to Qian Yiqun, patted her chest gently, and said angrily: "I've been teased by the young master again, what do you think of the young master?"

"I heard that your singing style is very interesting and your speaking is nice. I want to learn it." Qian Yiqun said.

"This..." The singer never expected a guest to make such a request, and couldn't help but talk.

"I have this look, are you afraid that I will steal your job?" Qian Yiqun smiled.

"I am a beginner, and my qualifications are foolish, how dare I be a teacher?" The singer smiled and said, "Do you don't know? My mother is the first little calligrapher in Jiangnan. It's better for me to invite my mother to come and ask her to take her as a successor outside the door." After that, she giggled.

"It's so good," Qian Yiqun also smiled, "and asked my sister to move, and quickly invited Mrs. Xu to come and said I want to worship her."

The two girls chuckled, and the flowing water slid out.

The curtain was lifted and the wine glass that Qian Yiqun had just raised to his mouth was frozen.

The curtain is soundproof and whenever it is lifted, there will be noise outside coming in.

But now, there is silence outside.

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Chapter completed!