Kuai Chuan Zhi becomes a boss in the collapsed world

Chapter 164 May I be like a star and a king like the moon

As night fell, Goulan Washing House was still brightly lit.

Under the boundless sky, this glamorous land is luxurious and prosperous.

In the Wangchun Pavilion, there are two large ice basins in the lobby downstairs. It is already midsummer, and the sultry atmosphere is lingering.

Mu Xuan was dressed in men's clothing, wearing a silver mask, and a moon-white embroidered robe outlined a slender figure.

[The host is big~]
Xiao Ai asked expectantly, [Should we start our careers?You can't be obsessed with beauty. This plane can't be like a campus. To fulfill the villain's wish, you need huge support. ]
[Hontoko thinks that the progress bar of side mission 1 is too slow. ]
Mu Xuan let out an "oh".

Xiao Ai also wanted to say that the host hastened to kill the heroine, thinking that the heroine's strength should not be underestimated, and according to the host's vengeful character...

The heroine should have been on the host's assassination list.

Xiao Ai also wanted to give a few words of encouragement with earnestness, and when she met Shang Muxuan's gloomy eyes, she immediately went back to draw circles in the corner.

Mu Xuan said lightly, "Don't worry, I know what's in my heart." ]
The last time she was in the same frame as the heroine, the first time she didn't get any benefits, she got a broken snake, which was useless.

Muxuan thought of the whispers among the soldiers guarding the city today. Fu Yao's presence here must be caused by Xue Fanyin, right?

The bustard with heavy make-up twisted her fat waist and walked up to Mu Xuan, wanting to come and touch her.

"Ah!"

Such thick makeup, did the bustard pour all the makeup box on her face?

She touched her nose, but couldn't stand the smell.

Mu Xuan drew out the saber at her waist, and used the end of the scabbard to slap the bustard, motioning her to stay away.

"Young master, can you go to the private room on the third floor for some refreshments?"

The old bustard was dressed flamboyantly, and she smiled so hard that she could see her teeth but not her eyes.

This is a distinguished guest, look at the material of this dress, it looks very good, and the whole body looks like a rich young man from some official family.

"It's a coincidence that you came today. It just so happens that a new group of girls has entered the pavilion, and some of them are beautiful..."

The madam's enthusiastic introduction came to an abrupt end when she saw Mu Xuan's figure and some features clearly.

She looked at Mu Xuan suspiciously, and said in a bad tone, "Girl, this is not where you should come."

The purse in Mu Xuan's hand turned upside down, and she asked, "What about now?"

A quarter of an hour later, Mu Xuan was sitting in a private room with a good view on the third floor, propping her chin, thinking.

The structure of Wangchun Pavilion is circular, and the girls in the lobby on the first floor can do things for money.

The second floor is usually for merchants, who need a certain amount of money to be eligible to go up. Most of the girls living there are kabuki with some talent and beauty.

The third floor is divided into four types of private rooms: plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, which are similar to the modern VIP rooms, only one-time consumption of a lot of gold and silver or...children of officials with status.

Of course, there are also many officials and lords who have rented a room here for a long time and kept the outer room here.

At this time, the headliner in the building was singing a fashionable little song for Mu Xuan, and the singing was a little out of tune.

Mu Xuan thinks that this girl is not suitable for singing, at least, as soon as she opened her voice, Mu Xuan immediately forgot about her pretty face, and a warrior with teeth and claws appeared in Mu Xuan's mind.

This girl is suitable for singing battle songs.

Mu Xuan tapped the tabletop with exquisite patterns, and said to the girl who was singing a little song in the room: "Young girl is beautiful, and her singing voice is as gentle as a warbler's cry."

"My son used to hear those scholars sing that this song should only exist in the sky. It is rare to hear it in the world. I still think it is exaggerated. Only after hearing your singing, girl, can I know the artistic conception of this poem."

After talking on the phone for a long time, Mu Xuan was a little thirsty, took a sip of tea, and before she could continue to praise her, the girl suddenly put down the pipa excitedly, and said excitedly: "Really? You really think my singing is moving? "

(End of this chapter)