Xia Sheng, who gradually calmed down, looked at Xiuyuan, "Who are you?"

"My name is Li Xiuyuan, and Li Maolian is my uncle." Xiuyuan looked at Xia Sheng with a calm expression.

When she heard Xiuyuan talking, what she saw in his eyes was the same as Li Maolian, and the expression and voice were so consistent.

Xia Sheng was stunned for a long time, "You guys are so similar."

Xiuyuan sat on the bed and looked at Xia Sheng in a state of mind, "Can you tell me what happened twenty years ago?"

Xia Sheng looked at him, "Isn't Li Maolian here? Is he alive or dead?"

"I don't know, I want to ask you because I don't know anything."

"It's been so long, why do you still mention her doing?" Xia Sheng's voice gradually became weaker.

"It is precisely because Lingxiao has refused to give up so far that we want to know what happened? How did she die?" Buyu added.

Xia Sheng suddenly opened his eyes wide, "What did you say? What does it mean to refuse to give up?"

"Lingxiao is back." Xiu Yuan looked at Xia Sheng until Xia Sheng opened his eyes wide in surprise and covered his mouth in disbelief.

"Xiasheng, look at this." Buyu handed her the blood-colored robe embroidered with a golden phoenix.

After seeing the bloody red, Xia Sheng couldn't stop trembling with his hands and took it over until he felt the silky colorful clothes, the familiar color. Her thin index finger touched the red phoenix, and a drop of tears flowed out from the corner of her eyes and fell on her clothes, quickly fainting.

"This is Miss, it is Miss," Xia Sheng couldn't help but feel excited, and his whole body began to tremble, "Miss--"

Xia Sheng hugged her clothes and started crying. Xiuyuan held her shoulders, "Xia Sheng."

After a while, Xia Sheng gradually stopped sobbing. She looked up at Xiuyuan, "Did you say the lady is back?"

Xiuyuan nodded.

"Miss shouldn't die. Miss died so miserably. Although she is a prostitute, she is not as passionate as a prostitute and clinging to the powerful. The lady has only loved one, which is Li Maolian."

Xia Sheng's eyes gradually floated elsewhere in the room. With her narration, Lingxiao, who was in a cloud god's character twenty years ago, seemed to be vividly seen on paper and came to the listener.

"Miss was born into a businessman's family. My father lost all his money because of a business. My lady was also a miserable person. Since then, her parents have been infected with the cold and died one after another. She became helpless. But even in the most difficult time, she never left me. She only had a bowl of porridge and would give me half a bowl. Finally, we moved into the fireworks land and arrived at Yanyulou. I volunteered to stay with the lady. Even if she became a prostitute here, I would serve her. The lady is both talented and beautiful, so she sells her skills.

If she doesn't sell herself, many young men will come to support her, and the agreement is normal. No one forces the lady to break her rules. Many people come to her to listen to her sing songs, talk to her heart, or watch her dance. The lady's conversation and temperament seem to be incompatible with such dirty and powerful places. She doesn't have many friends, but she supports her. So she has no friends in Yanyulou, only me, and can speak her own words when she is lonely or missing her family."

Xia Sheng's voice began to become gentle, and a smile appeared at the corner of her eyes. When she recalled the lady, she would change into another expression behind the person. The gentle face like a woman hidden by her was revealed. The more than ten years she spent with the lady was Xia Sheng's happiest time.

The sunken eyes and the continuous sound depicted such a woman. Her youthful branches were as beautiful as hers, her spirit of wind and clouds, and her eyebrows were affectionate. Lingxiao always played songs in the room, while Xiasheng sat behind and listened. When she played in the deepest place, she would smile. Her red lips opened lightly. Xiasheng walked over and held her chin to look at her, "Miss, you are so beautiful."

In Xiasheng's heart, no one is more beautiful than Lingxiao. Her delicate facial features on Lingxiao's face. Every expression of her can make them come alive, making people stunned and overwhelmed.

Lingxiao looked at Xiasheng, lowered his head and smiled softly, "Does it sound good?"

"It sounds nice, the lady's song is very good."

"Sweet-mouthed," Lingxiao continued to play the piano, "Maolian also likes to listen to me playing the piano the most."

"The only son Maolian in my heart is indeed Maolian." Xiasheng smiled secretly. Maolian walked into their lives a few months ago. It was during the performance of Yanyu Tower. In the colorful and charming hall, the girls danced on the stage. The lady sat behind and played the piano, keeping her head down. The song was playing in a gentle way. She raised her head and met Li Maolian, who had been watching her in the audience.

Lingxiao smiled softly, and Maolian nodded at him with a smile.

Since then, Maolian has often come to Yanyulou and only looks for Lingxiao. If Lingxiao is picking up customers and chatting with others or playing the piano, he will wait and wait.

When they saw Lingxiao, the two of them didn't talk much. Lingxiao played the piano, and Maolian listened to the light and secluded sound of the piano at her.

Song after song, Lingxiao never stopped until Maolian walked behind her and pressed the ten fingers on the strings. Lingxiao looked up and saw the beautiful Maolian, with her white face without any distractions, and what she saw was all the beauty of the world.

Maolian said lightly, "After a rest, my fingers are broken."

Lingxiao stopped his ten fingers, and on his fingertips was another slender and fair hand. Maolian held her green onion fingers and slowly pressed it against her chest.

Lingxiao felt his warm chest and a blush flew on his cheeks.

Maolian said, "The light and spiritual stone steps invade the sunset, and the wind and moon flow in the sky and the sky cliffs."

"You hid my name in." Lingxiao heard it all at once and smiled brightly. Maolian likes to write poems, and Lingxiao remembers every sentence. "Maolian," Lingxiao called his name, but didn't know what to say. Maolian looked at Lingxiao with affection, and her delicate and perfect facial features were all in his eyes.

When Maolian left, Lingxiao fell asleep. Xiasheng lay beside her. Lingxiao opened her eyes and couldn't fall asleep. Xiasheng also woke up, "Why are you not sleeping yet?"

Lingxiao turned his head to Xia Sheng and smiled, "I can't sleep."

"I'm still thinking about Mr. Maolian?" Xia Sheng hit the nail on the head.

Lingxiao nodded, and his cheeks could not control a flushing flushing up.

"Miss, what do you love Mr. Maolian?"

Lingxiao paused, "I don't know. I don't know how to describe him sitting there when he saw him, quietly and silently not watching the dance. He only listened to me playing the piano. There was no noise from others. He sat there quietly no matter how noisy others were."

Xia Sheng smiled, "You are so weird, what else?"

Ling Xiao twisted the quilt with both hands and covered it, "I don't know."

"Just love him." Xia Sheng smiled. She hugged Lingxiao and snuggled her head on Lingxiao's shoulders. Lingxiao touched Xia Sheng's hair, and the two of them fell asleep with a smile.

Since then, Lingxiao gradually stopped receiving customers, and Maolian came every day. For Maolian, she could no longer see the rich clothes and food given by other young men who were pursuing her and their hard waiting. She was always thinking about staying with Maolian.

The rejected young men walked down Yanyu Tower in despair. The person they wanted to see was in the room, but they couldn't leave. Just for one person, Maolian slowly walked up the stairs. The people who went downstairs looked at him and looked resentful. Maolian smiled indifferently at this and accelerated her pace to go upstairs.

The door opened, and the beauty in front of the dressing table was still there. When she saw Maolian, Lingxiao showed her most beautiful smile. Xia Sheng smiled and looked at Maolian. The handsome young man, the extraordinary Maolian and the lady stood together, which was a perfect match made in heaven. "You are here, the lady has been waiting for you for a long time." Then she exited the room and closed the door from outside.

Maolian walked over with a smile, Lingxiao put a delicate jade tube in his hands and held his long hair, "Maolian, do you think this hairpin looks good?"

Maolian helped Lingxiao to insert it, "It looks good," and then spread a piece of paper on the table, "This person should only be found in the sky."

Lingxiao snuggled in Maolian's arms, "What if I am no longer young and beautiful after a few years?"

Maolian touched Lingxiao's fragrant hair, "How many years have passed, you are the same in my heart, and you are not a thing of the same."

Lingxiao smiled, Maolian spread a piece of paper to paint for her, carefully describing the woman's voice, appearance and appearance in front of her. There was a breeze and drizzle between her eyebrows and eyes, and peach blossoms blooming in the corners of her lips. Lingxiao was sitting there, and at the same time, in the painting, under Maolian's pen, the woman in the painting held a jade tube and inserted into a high-plate bun.

After that, there are two lines of poems in the signature: the light stone steps invade the sunset, the clouds and the sky are in the cliffs and the wind and moon are on the verge of the moon, and finally the lush lotus.

Ling Xiaoyi was beside Maolian, smiling and slowly vividly watching Maolian’s pen. Finally, he put it away like a treasure.

The same painting, twenty years later, the paper has turned slightly yellow and the ink marks have faded. Xia Sheng looked at the painting and tears fell down, "My lady loves Master Maolian as if she loves her own life. She began to refuse guests for him."

"What then? Will Yanyulou still tolerate you?" asked Buyu.

Xia Sheng shook his head, "Not only Yanyu Tower, everyone knows that Luo Lingxiao already has a heart, and this person is Li Maolian, among them, Li Maolian's family."

"What did you say?" Xiuyuan's grandfather, Maolian's father, pointed at Maolian in front of him with anger.

"Father, I want to redeem Lingxiao and marry her." Maolian repeated word by word.

Li's father covered his chest, "You rebellious son, I heard that you were nostalgic for the fireworks a few days ago. At first I thought you were just having fun and having fun. Now you tell me that you are going to marry a prostitute. The tyrannical idea is so irresistible. Such a woman with such a bad habit should not enter our Li family."

"Father, Lingxiao is not a prostitute, she--" Maolian said a little silly. How can she describe it? She is a prostitute who sells her skills but not her body?

"What a she, don't even think about it!" Li's father interrupted him anxiously, and he didn't want to hear a word about Maolian's explanation.

"Father," Maolian knelt down, "begging my father to promise me, otherwise I wouldn't go to the provincial examination."

When he heard his son say this, Li's father almost angrily passed away. He couldn't control himself and sat down. When the old housekeeper Li saw this, he hurriedly stroked Li's father's chest, "Second Master, stop being angry anymore. How can you not participate in the provincial examination?"

Maolian was still kneeling, "As long as my father promised me, I will definitely take the provincial examination."

"You, don't think about it!" Li's father pointed at Maolian with trembling fingers, "Come, come."

This shouted, and the servant came, "Closing this traitorous thing for me."

The servant couldn't figure it out when he heard this. After all, the second young master was kneeling, the son he loved the most in his daily life. How could he dare to tie him up?

"Do you do it, tie it up." Li's father roared again.

Seeing this, Maochun hurriedly advised, "Father, please calm down, your brother is just ignorant."

"Stop, no one is allowed to plead. Tie him up and lock him up and don't let him go out. Kneel in front of my ancestor's tablet, reflect on me, and reflect on me until I wake up."

Mr. Li was so angry that he locked in Li Maolian. He knelt in front of the tablet and looked straight at the rows of spiritual positions on the altar, and knelt until late at night and dawn.

Lingxiao didn't wait for Maolian for two days. Lingxiao was restless and accidentally knocked over the teacup on the table.

"Xiasheng," Lingxiao shouted.

Xia Sheng, who heard the sound, pushed the door and saw the cup that had fallen to pieces on the ground and Lingxiao who was sitting on the chair in shock, "What's wrong, Miss, are you okay?"

"I'm panicked, I have a bad premonition. Maolian hasn't been here for two days."

Xia Sheng walked over and squatted beside Lingxiao, "Maybe there is something wrong at home? Don't think so much."

Lingxiao shook his head, "I want to go find him." She held Xia Sheng's hand, "I must see him."
Chapter completed!