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Before going to Liren Pavilion, Wuyue had imagined countless times what the night would be like here.

It must be luxurious and gorgeous.That's what she thought at the time.

And now Wu Yue, who has become a handyman in Liren Pavilion, still thinks so.

However, now it is necessary to add a few more adjectives.

What words should be added to be more appropriate...?

"Yiye, take the wine!"

Oh yes, she forgot, now she doesn't have the time to "find an appropriate adjective for Liren Pavilion".

She trotted over quickly and took the tray full of wine cups.The wine was a little too full, almost flush with the edge of the wine cup, Wu Yue didn't dare to walk too fast for fear of spilling the wine.

The gaze from the top seemed to suddenly become fierce, and Wu Yue felt that the gaze was actually falling on her, watching her footsteps.

call--

She took a deep breath, continued to maintain a cautious pace, and tried not to let herself care about that gaze.

This gaze has been overlooking the entire Liren Pavilion for a long time tonight, she should get used to it.

At the end of the song, those wealthy guests would throw gold, silver and jewels on the stage, and the distinguished guests sitting in the upper pavilion would also send their servants to throw their treasures, obviously not wanting to be vulgar.

Such behavior is a little hard to understand.Wu Yue thought about it seriously with her poor mind, and felt that these people probably want to show that they are rich in wealth, and they are very generous to singers.Or maybe there is too much money to use, or this little money is nothing to them, not as good as winning a singer's smile.

No matter what the real reason was, Wu Yue felt that such behavior was impulsively childish.

Oh, that's all - she's just a little sour.

Juvenile or boring motives aside, these rich guys don't seem to be very good at throwing.A lot of gold nuggets and jewels were not thrown on the stage at all, but fell on the edge.

Girls who are ordinary handymen naturally cannot pick up the money that falls on the ground.So for them, the money lost its value and became a useless burden that would only add to the chaos.Wuyue not only had to avoid the group of guests walking around, but also had to keep an eye on her feet.

If she accidentally stepped on something and fell down, she would probably be punished.Matoko had already scolded her tonight, even though she had done nothing wrong then.

Shuttle between the wine tables, May had to cheer up the whole night.It's not that she doesn't feel drowsy, but whenever drowsiness comes, she will be suppressed by work.And this Liren Pavilion, after all, is a place of fireworks, and the people who linger in it are not innocent people.

Wu Yue couldn't remember how many singers she sent into the upper-level pavilions that night, but the people sitting in the pavilions were all fat-headed guys.Wu Yue didn't know how difficult their job as a wine escort would be, but she could only do this - she had no other choice.

Along with the busy work, there is a silent grievance.The delirious guest accidentally spilled wine on her clothes, and lost her temper inexplicably because of it. Ah Wu helped the guest and scolded her severely, as if taking revenge.

Ordinarily, in this situation, the party with reason to get angry should obviously be May.But Wuyue herself doesn't have any desire to get angry now.All she could do was feel lucky—she should be thankful that he didn't vomit on her.

Having been busy all night, Wu Yue never had a chance to watch Dong Hua's solo dance.She only knew that when Dong Hua stood on the stage, the sound of laughter and the smell of alcohol in the air reached the peak of the night.

The night in Liren Pavilion will end before sunrise.Drunk or satiated guests walked back to the boat on the water trail, and returned to the shore with the tide.

Then he closed the door, listened to Zhenshizi's harsh reprimand, and then continued to clean up the mess in Liren Pavilion.

It wasn't until the sun was getting higher that they could go back to their small, narrow room, climb into the bunk, and sleep peacefully with the sunlight.

Wuyue curled up in the bed, covering her head with the quilt, so as not to let the sunlight affect her sleep.Being awake for more than 24 hours made her headache almost burst, and even her eyeballs were sore.Her nerves were clamoring for her to fall asleep quickly, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

This inevitably made her more painful.

She really knew that she was a handyman - but she really didn't expect her job to be so complicated!

Her mind was filled with the hustle and bustle of the night, which almost made her faint.

And...and she hasn't written back to Giyuu yet.

Would he be in a hurry if he couldn't wait for the letter?Are you worried that something will happen to you?

Wu Yue conceived all kinds of uneasy possibilities in her mind, but laughed again.Eyelids heavy, she let out a long yawn.

The long-lost sleepiness followed.

May curled up and buried her head deeper.

Wait until you wake up and write back.May thought.

However, once she fell asleep, she slept until the evening, and it was Kojima who really woke her up.

The day and night upside-down way of working and resting makes her very listless.She felt that she had gotten up out of sheer determination.

If there was any less determination in her, she would stay motionless on the bed.

"In the afternoon, Shuizhu sent a letter." Mushikawa whispered in her ear.

May stood up abruptly.

She is refreshed.

By the way, I remembered again that there was no reply.

She was a little flustered immediately, but she still tried her best to restrain the overly strong emotion, and asked calmly, "What did Mr. Yiyong say?"

"They investigated the singer who confessed to murder, and found that she was executed on the day she pleaded guilty. And this matter was hidden by the police station in Xingyuan."

"The execution will be executed on the same day... Isn't that a little too fast?"

Wuyue didn't know much about the laws and trial methods that were popular in the Taisho era, but she always felt that there was a certain time-limit buffer period between "sentenced to death" and "executed".

It could be days, it could be weeks...but it can't be hours, or even 10 minutes?

Moreover, isn't it necessary to give the condemned prisoners the last supper...

"That's right, that's what's weird." Ishikawa Mutsu revealed in a low voice, "And recently, the chief of the police station often comes to Liren Pavilion."

In an instant, Mayu imagined various possibilities.

But possibility is just possibility after all, isolated in one place, it cannot be connected with other factors.She will continue to lie dormant until she gets other valuable news.

In other words, it is to continue to be her 996 squeezeable labor force day and night.

This kind of upside-down day and night routine, which completely violates the physiological needs of human beings, is almost tormenting May.While her body is getting used to daytime sleep over time, she'd rather get out of it sooner rather than get used to it.

At noon of a certain day, another letter from righteousness came, and it was delivered by her own crow with her crow in her mouth.

Since it was her crow that came, it is absolutely impossible to send the letter in a gentle way.

The crow accurately found the golden hair tip leaking from the quilt from a row of large shops.It flew to the side of the bed, temporarily put down the letter, poked its head under the quilt—and gave May a hard peck without hesitation.

The pain that fell from the sky made it difficult for May not to wake up.

She woke up and climbed out of the bed, during which she accidentally stepped on Dong Hua's feet and was scolded by her in her sleep.And the crow remained silent.

Just when May wondered why the crow was so quiet today, she found a letter in its mouth.

No wonder he couldn't make a sound!

The envelope still had sharp corners and was not bent by the sea breeze.It seems that the crow is serious about its mission.

May received the letter and thanked the crow.At this moment, Ishikawa Mutsu was still asleep, so she had no choice but to avoid the sleeping girls, hide on the balcony, and read the letter alone.

But this time she acted a little too hastily, not noticing that she was not the only one on the terrace.So when she opened the letter, the noise from behind almost scared her speechless.

"Xiao...Miss Xiaozhen, why are you here? Don't you want to sleep a little longer?" Wu Yue pretended to be relaxed, hiding the letter in her sleeve without any trace.

Although she has tried very hard not to make her movements look stiff, under the current situation, her posture still inevitably looks a little unnatural.

Kojima sat next to her, stretched his legs out of the wooden railing, and swayed once and for all.

"I rested yesterday, did you forget?" she said, "What about you? Why did you wake up so early?"

Wu Yue didn't know how to answer, so she smiled awkwardly and said, "Maybe it's because I haven't gotten used to this kind of life."

Have no habit and don't want to get used to it.But today she woke up so early, mainly because her ungentle crow pecked her awake mercilessly.

Xiao Dao really leaned his head on the edge of the railing, tilted his head to look at May, and muttered casually: "That's right..."

"No...but I'll get used to it soon! Really!"

May's swearing promise made Kojima really laugh.She waved her hand and said, "You don't need to say such things to me. I'm not Masako-sama. By the way, who wrote you?"

She saw the letter in May's hand.

"A family member?" She guessed curiously, "A friend? Or a lover... Ha! You are hesitating! You are a lover, right!"

I was at a loss for words on May [-]st.She felt that she didn't seem to hesitate, so she couldn't figure out why Kojima was so confident in choosing the "lover" option as the correct answer.

"Say it quickly. It doesn't matter if you tell me quietly, I won't tell Matoko-sama!"

Facing Xiao Dao's enthusiasm for gossip, Wu Yue was really speechless and didn't know what to say.She wanted to deny it, but her tongue seemed to be tied, and she was afraid that explaining too much would cause Kojima to really doubt her, Wuyue had no choice but to smile and nodded, acquiescing that her words sounded plausible but were completely wrong statement.

I'm sorry, Mr. Giyuu.She definitely didn't intend to fabricate such a rude and bold lie, please don't mind this matter!