Leave it to the uncle to buy road money

"Gentlemen, don't you like Lingzhu anymore? Why do they all seem to come here to smash the scene." Just when the atmosphere fell into a stalemate for a while, a soft female voice suddenly came from the front, but it was only a sentence. Kung fu makes people's bones soft.

Immediately the scene was harmonious.

The prince patted Murong Hai on the shoulder kindly, "I just want to see if I can sit at this table too."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Wang, isn't this where you are?" Lingzhu arranged Qin on the table on the stage, straightened her clothes, and walked slowly through the crowd.

"As for this new guest, he may not be familiar with our rules here. Mr. Wang should not worry too much. Lingzhu hopes that you can pay more attention to yourself." Lingzhu put a hand on Mr. Wang's chest , raised his head towards his face and breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the Prince Wang, with a fascinated expression on his face.

"The beauty is right, I don't think you hurt enough." He showed a piggy face while talking, and wanted to reach out to wrap around Lingzhu's waist.

Lingzhu took a step back, just avoided his hooked hand, her eyes turned to the side, and she really saw Murong Hai's face.

What a handsome son, after seeing these shameless and obscene faces and then seeing Murong Hai's clear eyes, there is really only one adjective that can be used at this moment, stand out from the crowd.

But it might also be because he hasn't been affected by the Gu technique yet.

Thinking about it this way, Lingzhu suddenly felt that she lacked interest.

So there is no difference between these people, but at this moment, Murong Hai is still worthy of her high regard.

"You guys have been waiting for a long time, and Lingzhu can't wait to present a song to you."

Murong Hai has been sitting there from the beginning to the end. In fact, when he saw Lingzhu, he was already very disappointed in the Red Mansion. First of all, he didn't feel the existence of spiritual power in Lingzhu's body.

This proves that Lingzhu is not a monk.

Of course, this doesn't make Murong Hai have a bad impression of him, but as a woman, her words and deeds are frivolous, and her whole body is even more sinister, which doesn't match the reputation of the Red Chamber.

But Murong Hai still had hope in his heart.

What if this girl really hit Tian Lai?

After watching the girl sit on the performance stage and press her fingers on the strings, everything looked decent at this time, but when her fingers really started to pluck the strings, Murong Hai's surroundings spontaneously expanded. A layer of invisible and intangible phoenix real fire came out, and of course it was only around him.

Even Murong Hai himself didn't know what happened to him.

The only thing he is clear about is, is this girl playing the piano, is it obviously noise, the song can't be tuned, the tune can't be tuned, Murong Hai's face darkened, he cursed bad luck in his heart, he stood up immediately and wanted to leave.

He really couldn't stay here for a second. Are these people deaf?

Because of the subtle affection for Murong Hai, Lingzhu's eyes fell on his side for a moment longer than usual, and she naturally noticed his movement of getting up to leave.

Suddenly there was interest in his eyes.

"My lord, don't leave in a hurry. This performance has just begun. If you are like this, Lingzhu won't be able to get off the stage." The girl on the stage had bright eyes and a charming voice with a hint of deliberate annoyance.

Murong Hai spread out his fan and waved it in front of him, "Young lady's piano skills are really unbearable."

It was not Lingzhu who offended her.

The girls on the stage suddenly looked aggrieved, as if they were about to carve it out at any time, and the guests next to Murong Hai even pulled out the long swords on their waists, "If you don't understand such a beautiful tune, then Don't talk nonsense, I think your ears are too long for nothing!" A man in white directly pulled out his long sword, raised his hand and chopped at Murong Hai's ear, "I see your ears and tongue, don't Whatever."

Murong Hai quickly closed the folding fan, raised his hand and pressed the long sword firmly, making a crisp sound of metal and stone clashing. "You are the one who is deaf."

"Enough!" Lingzhu slammed her hand on the table. "Don't you all pay attention to the rules of the new city? You actually did it in the red building. There will be no performance today, everyone should leave."

Her voice was cold, and there was no room for return, "As for the young master who just said that the sound of Lingzhu's piano is unpleasant, please stay for a while."

Lingzhu had never spoken loudly since she appeared in the red building, but when she opened her mouth now, her voice was no longer charming, and she really bluffed many people.

Although there were voices of resentment from the crowd, they were quickly suppressed.

Everyone looked at Murong Hai with resentment.

He did understand the feeling of the fat man a few days ago, but it's a pity that Murong Hai didn't know that there was such a fat man. The fat man annoyed Miss Lingzhu back then, and after that night, he never appeared here again. People never saw him again.

After all, no matter where you are, there are always people who are outside the rules.

So these people are just looking at Murong Hai.

That look was more like staring at a dead person.

After all, in the hearts of most people, he can no longer see the sun of tomorrow.

However, there are exceptions. Lingzhu is interested in him, and the interest is not just a star. After she has perfected her voodoo skills, it can be said that charming a man is invincible, but this person does not have a lot of eyes. To him, all who looked over were full of disgust.

She wanted to know more about how this person did it.

"You asked me to stay, so I listened?" Murong Hai curled his lips in disdain, "This red building is really disappointing, there is only a woman who can't even be considered a vulgar fan."

Lingzhu bit her lower lip, what she said was ironic.

From childhood to adulthood, even during the most painful period of time, when her body was bruised, festered and scarred, no one ever said that about her!

The adults will gently wipe off the pus and blood on her body with his hands, praise her for being strong, and tell her to persevere.

What is this man!How dare you say that to her!

Even though her heart was full of anger, after dismissing those people, Lingzhu's expression became much gentler, and she looked at Murong Hai with a smile on her face.

She still can't believe how far this person can persist.

"My son seems to be very dissatisfied with Lingzhu. Does Lingzhu need to improve?"

Murong Hai rested his fan on his shoulder, and glanced coolly at the guards around him who were holding swords.

"Just talk about your way of retaining customers, should I kill them all as a thank you gift for the girl." Murong Hai raised his eyebrows.