[Quick Transmigration] Your feelings

After getting into the carriage, Father Liu, who could still maintain his smooth face outside, finally lost his composure. He said to Zhuang Yan gloomily, "Stretch out your hand."

Zhuang Yan was startled, and then reluctantly followed his words.

Father Liu held his hand, opened his palm, and saw that the palm was red and swollen. He squeezed Zhuang Yan's wrist lightly, and Zhuang Yan couldn't help crying out: "It hurts!"

Hearing this, Liu's father's face became even more ugly, and he scolded: "Now you know it hurts? Why didn't you think about the pain when you saved people?!"

Zhuang Yan didn't care about the pain, and immediately retorted: "That's a human life, how can I care about this?" Seeing that Liu's father was really hurt and resentful, he couldn't help asking, "Should I not save him?" of?"

Father Liu didn't answer this question directly, but asked Zhuang Yan: "That person is your enemy, is it worth saving your enemy?"

Zhuang Yan was silent for a while, and then said: "At that time, I didn't realize his enemy... shouldn't the enemy be saved?"

Father Liu sighed, and said, "That's all." Faced with such a simple idea as Zhuang Yan, he really didn't want to tell him more...

His tone made Zhuang Yan dissatisfied, so he asked: "What's the matter? You haven't explained it to me yet!"

Father Liu gave him a gouged look, "It's not big or small! You, just sit quietly for me and go back to the doctor to apply medicine. If you miss the oiran competition, let's see how I deal with you!"

When Zhuang Yan was frightened by him, his mind was filled with oiran contests.What Father Liu didn't know was that it wasn't just his wrist that was hurting, his entire arm was now in pain, and on the day of the Grand Competition, he had to play the pipa that tested his strength...

When Zhuang Yan thought about it, he suddenly became very worried.

Back in the hall, the doctor has been invited by the attendant who went ahead.After the doctor's diagnosis and treatment, Zhuang Yan's wrist and arm were indeed seriously injured, but if he rests well, Dabi will be able to play normally that day. It's just that he will not be able to play the rather difficult piece that was originally planned. .

After listening to the doctor's words, Father Liu's face turned completely dark.

Rao Zhuang Yan didn't dare to touch his bad head, just sat there obediently, like a little peacock with its head drooping after being watered.Seeing his appearance, Liu's father couldn't help but hold back his anger. He said "listen to the doctor's advice and rest well", and walked away.

The doctor is a famous doctor, and Zhuang Yan is also a famous prostitute. It is not difficult for interested people to inquire about this matter.It didn't take long for the news that "Mr. Zhuang Yan may be going to lose the feather" has been secretly spread in Huajie.At the same time, Young Master Rong Yue who also injured his arm was also discussed up and down.

And no matter how many buildings are elated because of this incident, Rong Yue's side is already having a hard time.Xiangguan is quite a big and powerful one. Seedlings like Zhuang Yan were carefully selected and raised when they were young. If a Zhuang Yan was folded, the Xiangguan would not be damaged too much, but the Guanguan was different.Guan Guan is weak, Rong Yue is the lucky one from Guan Guan, he picked up Rong Yue when he was in distress, and forced him to be a prostitute, now Rong Yue hurt his hand, if his piano performance in the competition falls short , It is also difficult to be photographed.

"It's all that little bitch's fault!" Wanguan said bitterly, seeing Rong Yue with a white cloth tied on his hand, slowly stroking the piano, with a calm expression on his face, as if he was riding the wind and going away meaning.The man from Guanguan laughed, and said: "Fortunately, you were born well. Although Zhuang Yan is also beautiful, but in this flower street and Liuxiang, although his beauty is good, he is still inferior to a person with a fairy like you."

Hearing this, Rong Yue's subordinates paused, and said: "I think he is very good." Zhuang Yan is charming but not kitsch, bold but not vulgar, his beauty is not flowers, but fire.

Seeing his attitude, the Guanguan knew that he didn't think of himself as a prostitute, so he warned: "Even so, you still don't want to think about him. Prostitutes secretly pass songs, no matter how famous you are, They are all going to be killed, but don’t blame me for not reminding you.”

Rong Yue stroked the qin, the sound of the qin was like the wind, but he didn't answer.

He won't always be a whore.

Finally came the day of the official oiran contest.The venue was decorated early, starting at three o'clock in the Shenshi hour, and the benefactors threw flowers to express their affection, and they were divided into different ranks.Ordinary people sit in the lobby, just buy flowers to join in the fun, but they don't have the ability to embrace beautiful women; those who are a little bit more powerful are on the second floor, with tents and private seats, and they can afford some less powerful prostitutes ; and the real big shots sit upstairs, the place with the best view, not only the private seats in the brocade tent, but also the accompanying prostitutes, the courtesans and the front ranks of prostitutes are all in their pockets.

On this day, the old bustards did not accompany the prostitutes, they also had their own seats to appreciate the prostitutes of various families.

Zhuang Yan bathed and conditioned his hair in the room, and then sat in front of the bronze mirror to do his makeup. Qing Ming was still his servant, but the hands that put his makeup on were trembling.Zhuang Yan laughed, and the wet eyebrows after the bath were extremely touching: "Why are you shaking? If the painting is broken, be careful, Daddy Liu will give you good fruit to eat!"

Qing Ming didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, two clusters of red clouds flew up on her face, and she said shamelessly, "No...it's just that you are so beautiful..."

Zhuang Yan smiled even more happily, clapped his hands, and said, "It's not enough that you think I'm beautiful. You have to make those people outside think I'm beautiful too."

Qingming nodded solemnly, he knew that tonight was of great significance to his young master.He must not hold back.

Although Qing Ming was shy and timid, her craftsmanship was very good after all. When Zhuang Yan opened his eyes again, the beauty reflected in the bronze mirror was a little dizzy, but still unbelievably beautiful.

Zhuang Yan changed his clothes again, and there was a faint orchestral sound outside the door. He was holding the pipa and playing it slowly, because he hadn't touched it for several days, and when he picked it up, he felt a little strange.

He and Qingming were the only ones in the room, so it was very quiet for a while.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.Qing Ming trotted to open the door, and when she opened the door, she let out a short scream.

"Who is here?" Zhuang Yan was interrupted and asked curiously.

"Yes, it's Mr. Rong Yue from Guanguan!" Qing Ming replied, her tone still full of surprise.

This is also unexpected by Zhuang Yan, it is Da Bi, logically speaking, the prostitutes will not interact with each other at this time, what does Rong Yue mean by this?

"Let him in." Although Zhuang Yan was surprised, he would not turn people away.

Rong Yue came in, hugged Qin, and was dressed in white. When he saw his appearance, his eyes were shocked, and his footsteps stopped there.Seeing his gaffe, Zhuang Yan thought it was funny, so he deliberately put down the pipa, walked up to him and turned around, and the fragrance flew like a butterfly.Zhuang Yanyu smiled and asked, "Do I look good?"

Rong Yue knew he was overstepping, coughed and said indifferently: "It's beautiful."

Zhuang Yan didn't like him because he was so polite, so he turned back to the chair and asked lazily, "What can you do with me?"

Rong Yue was not polite, he put the piano on the small table, sat down, and explained the purpose of coming: "During the competition, I want to play with you."

"Playing together?" Zhuang Yan heard such a statement for the first time, and couldn't help but wondered, "Why do you have such an idea?"

Rong Yue moved his eyes down, landed on his wrist, and said softly: "Isn't your injury healed?"

Zhuang Yan was not surprised that he would know, and said: "It's true, you are the same, right?" He held him like that, and he was definitely not the only one who was injured.

Rong Yue nodded and said: "That's why I want to play a duet with you."

Zhuang Yan probably understood what he meant.When the two play together, the part each person plays is naturally reduced, and the burden on the injured hand is also reduced, so the performance will be better. However, Zhuang Yan said, "If you made this suggestion a few days ago, there may be more It is feasible, but now that the Grand Competition is coming, you and I have never played together, there is no tacit understanding at all, and the pieces played will only be nondescript."

Rong Yue shook his head and said, "You haven't tried it, so how do you know we don't have a tacit understanding?" After speaking, he touched the strings of the piano and signaled to Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan hesitated for a moment, then also picked up the pipa.

When Rong Yue walked onto the stage slowly holding the qin, the audience was silent for a moment, but Zhuang Yan came on stage right after him, and the corners of his clothes were flying, but it made people's hearts beat like drums.

"Today, Zhuang Yan and Rong Yue will present an ensemble for you all, and I hope you will accept it." Zhuang Yan smiled, and his eyes boldly turned from the unobstructed guests in the lobby to the hanging curtain upstairs .

Rong Yue beside him still looked cold, nodded slightly to everyone, then put the qin on the qin table, Zhuang Yan also sat down with the pipa in his arms, the two were on the left and the right, one in white and one in red shining.Ignoring the ugly faces of the two fathers of Guanguan and Xiangguan, everyone on the court held their breaths in anticipation.

With a bang, Zhuang Yan's fingertips plucked the strings, and the song opened high-pitched, just as ostentatious and enthusiastic as such a human being.Rong Yue's piano sound is not low in such a situation, the two of them come and go, rather than playing in ensemble, it's more like a comparison in the same field, but Zhuang Yan is aggressive, while Rong Yue is advancing by retreating.

After the song was played, Zhuang Yan got up and saluted, but he didn't take the lead in showing mercy to the benefactors. Instead, his eyes lit up, his voice was lowered and he couldn't hold back his excitement, and said: "You are a real joy-loving benefactor. Man, I admire you!" He learned the art of playing the piano just to acquire the skills, but Rong Yue's voice was deep and gentle, not at all as indifferent and indifferent as he showed. Happy years of accomplishments!

Hearing this, Rong Yue raised his eyes to look at him, Zhuang Yan smiled brightly at him, so radiant and magnificent that Rong Yue immediately turned his eyes away, pretending to be calm and staring at the void, but his heart was trembling.

It's time to vote.The two stood on one side, the silk flowers piled up at their feet like a red cloud, with such momentum, the position of oiran must be between these two.I don't know how many prostitutes have crushed their handkerchiefs, and they never dreamed that these two would work together!

The final result will not be announced when the two are present. They only need to go back to the room to remove their make-up and take a bath, and then they will be taken to a different room to spend the night with the benefactor.And the benefactor of the oiran will bring him a crimson flower that belongs to the oiran.

After Rong Yue took a bath and was waited out of the door, he was stopped by Zhuang Yan.Rong Yue turned around and saw him walking towards him in a clean crimson dress, showing his slender legs while walking, "I've thought about it," Zhuang Yan said, with seriousness and a little disappointment between his wet eyebrows, "If you got the oiran, I wouldn't be angry."

Rong Yue didn't reply for a while, just looked at him quietly.

After Zhuang Yan finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the room prepared for him, as if he did not wait for Rong Yue's reply.

Rong Yue looked at his crimson back with long black hair, his eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly thought in his heart, will Zhuang Yan be under a certain man with such a posture later?

"My lord, it's time to go." Just when he still felt like he was missing something, the servant beside him reminded him aloud.

Rong Yue came back to his senses, looked down at his attire, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Don't you too?

If you have no ability or identity, how can you yearn for someone who does not belong to you?

The author has something to say:

The reason why I didn’t change it two days ago: I packed my luggage before going home + one night on the train

I finally got home today with a sore back