Judge Ghost Lotus

The gossip here is in full swing, and someone on the other side is immediately upset.

Although Wang Sheng said that he came here today for Mr. Zhiqiu, but because the person standing behind Chu Zhiqiu is the emperor, so until now, the famous Mr. Zhiqiu is still in a state of performing arts and not selling himself.But since the purpose of the guests coming to the Chu Feng Pavilion is to seek flowers and ask willows, to them, Mr. Zhiqiu is just a beautiful longing that has been shelved, a meat that can be seen but not eaten, so after admiring the After Mr. Zhiqiu, who is almost untouched by the fireworks of the world, he still wants to go back to the mundane world to have a good time.

Therefore, on the days when Mr. Zhiqiu performed, the business of Chu Feng Pavilion was particularly good, and other young men could also take the opportunity to make a fortune and save money for their retirement.

Wang Sheng is a frequent visitor, he is generous and gentle to others, the most important thing is that he is young and good-looking, and he is a hot item in the Chu Feng Pavilion.

Just before the ghost lotus and the fairy king appeared, Wang Sheng ordered the popular little boy to accompany him, but before he got the reward, Wang Sheng's soul was bitten by Cheng who killed him halfway. Jin Gou went, and everyone sat at other tables. Judging by his appearance, he had no intention of coming back at all.

The anger in that Tong'er's heart, on weekdays, he can be said to walk sideways in the Chu Feng Pavilion relying on his appearance, and he doesn't get along well with other young men. Are you trying to add insult to injury?

That Tong'er was very angry at being squeezed out, since he couldn't wait for Wang Sheng to come back, he chose to take the initiative.Before Wang Sheng greeted him, he posted it by himself.

"My lord, what are you talking about so happily? Tong'er really wants to hear it~"

As soon as Tong'er came over, she sat on Wang Sheng's lap, kissed the corner of Wang Sheng's mouth while speaking, and looked at Xianjun with a hint of demonstration in her eyes.

Originally, Gui Lian was very disgusted with this uninvited Tong'er, but thought that this Tong'er came for Wang Sheng, and it would be a good thing if Wang Sheng could be dragged away, so she didn't say a word.

Tong'er posted it unexpectedly, and Wang Sheng was very embarrassed. Unexpectedly, Xianjun saw the intimate behavior of the two, but instead widened his eyes and asked: "Ah! You will also kiss like this? How do you feel? It must be very good, right?"

Just as good as him and Guilian.

Wang Sheng had always taken a fancy to this fairy who is as pearly as jade, and thought that if he had the opportunity to kiss Fangze, who would have thought that if a spoiled child would be killed halfway, if the young man in white thought that he was particularly promiscuous? Wouldn't it be hopeless for someone with a casual relationship?

Wang Sheng quickly pulled Tong'er off his body: "My lord, don't get me wrong, we're here just to make fun of the occasion! There are still a few who can really be emotional."

When Xianjun heard Wang Sheng's words, his eyes widened again: "A play on the occasion? How can you be a play on the occasion if you are so close?" Is it possible to do such a behavior to the other party without any emotional basis?However, if actions such as kissing and hugging are not for expressing one's love for the other party, what other functions will they have?

This is what Xianjun thought in his heart, and he asked as soon as he opened his mouth.

Wang Sheng didn't expect that the white-clothed young man in front of him was very likely to be an innocent young child—could it be that he has already come to the Chu Feng Pavilion, so he hasn't heard anything about the romantic affairs in it?

Wang Sheng approached cautiously and asked, "Master, don't you know that this is a place for men to have fun?" Of course, this "fun" is a bit special, but it's not something out of the ordinary. There are more and more rich families raising child molesters.

"This... what else can you do besides watching performances?"

Xianjun blinked his big "pure" eyes, and a strange "sacred light" seemed to burst out from behind him, almost shooting Wang Sheng to death on the spot, who was full of dirty thoughts.

Seeing that the two of them were biting their ears too close, Gui Lian's face was a little ugly, Wang Sheng was very afraid of Gui Lian, and it was hard to talk about details, so he cleared his throat and said, "The old bustard in the Chu Feng Pavilion has a murdered woman in her hand. The picture album, which is known as a treasure, is called 'Yu Nan', you come to look for it, this is where the fun lies..."

Xianjun was very interested in this mysterious picture album, and just wanted to ask a few more questions, who would have thought that there would be a melodious sound of silk music ding-dong, and the expressions of all the people present suddenly cheered up, and all of them focused their eyes on the stage.

The old bustard naturally went up and talked nonsense, nothing more than to thank everyone who came to support today, and then the hanging silk curtain was lifted by the two children, and a slender figure appeared in front of everyone.

Undoubtedly, Mr. Zhiqiu's appearance is extremely outstanding, but if only his appearance is outstanding, it is not enough to make him so unforgettable.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Qiu is only wearing an elegant green shirt today, and there is no extra decoration on the belt, and even the crown is useless, but the hair is simply tied behind his back with blue silk.Rao is dressed in such an extremely simple way, placed in the Chufeng Pavilion surrounded by fat swallows and thin Yingyans, it is like a green bamboo suddenly appearing from thousands of flowers, tall and vigorous, with a strong character.

The existence of Mr. Zhiqiu just caters to the ancient truth that "stealing is worse than not being able to steal it".

He just stood on the stage holding a jade flute, didn't say anything superfluous, and even his face was as cold as ice from the beginning to the end, without a flattering smile, while everyone in the audience I was mesmerized by it.

Xianjun was not particularly surprised by the appearance of this Young Master Zhiqiu. After all, in his eyes, the best-looking person in the world is the ghost lotus, and no one else can be included in the list of comparisons with the ghost lotus.

But what attracted him the most was the sound of Zhiqiu's flute.

The sound of the flute was distant and long, ethereal and clear.

There seems to be endless melancholy, but it also contains a sense of detachment that is similar to disillusionment.

People who have not experienced such ups and downs in life would not have such a thorough understanding of music.

The lonely emotion revealed in the silent tranquility reminded Xianjun of the days when he was imprisoned on the Nine Heavens Barrier.

But he felt that he was happy from the beginning to the end, because no matter what, he was accompanied by Gui Lian.

But what about Zhiqiu on this stage?

A leaf knows autumn, and now he is like a dead leaf falling in the cold wind, but where is the autumn sun that belongs to him?

Hearing this, Xianjun shed tears unconsciously.

This kind of resonance is rare, but it is shocking.

Guilian noticed Xianjun's mood swings, and immediately hugged her into her arms.She didn't deliberately say anything to comfort her, she just hugged him quietly like this.

At this moment, perhaps only the transmission of body temperature can make the immortal who looks carefree on the outside and doesn't care about anything really feel safe and comfortable.

His fragility is only from the fear of loneliness, and Gui Lian knows it well.

Because of this, he has to wait behind him like this, even if he looks crazy, even if he is so incomprehensible.

Xianjun grabbed Guilian's arm and buried his face in Guilian's arms, crying even harder for some reason.

Just when everyone present was immersed in the weeping flute sound, there was a commotion outside the door, and the sound of someone beating, cursing and shouting could be heard vaguely, everyone felt strange, frowning and looking out the door, The sound of Zhiqiu's flute also stopped abruptly.

The old bustard had also been startled by the movement at the door, and rushed over with her skirt in a hurry. After a while, the door seemed to quiet down. The old bustard came back to Yaoyue Pavilion, waving the silk handkerchief in her hand and smiling. Greeting: "Go on, don't disturb everyone's elegance."

Some guests were consciously curious, and asked loudly: "Who is so bold and dares to come to Chufeng Hall to make trouble?"

The backstage of this Chufeng Pavilion is very tough, if not, Mr. Zhiqiu, as a death row prisoner who should have been beheaded, would not have been "sent down" here.

The old bustard smiled and said, "It's just a beggar who wants to rush in to see our Zhiqiu's true face, but how can I allow that kind of thing to spoil the eyes of all the guests? I quickly sent someone to throw him out. "

Everyone listened to the old bustard's explanation and they really didn't take it seriously. Zhiqiu's reputation can be said to be resounding throughout Qingcheng, and it is common for one or two disciples to sneak in to peek in troubled waters on a whim.

But at this moment, a cry suddenly came from the door, which was quite heart-piercing.

What he shouted was Zhiqiu's name.

As soon as the voice came out, before he could repeat it, he heard the dull sound of the body being beaten hard again.

Then there were some rustling sounds one after another, and then there was no movement at all.

Xian Jun turned around, only to find that Young Master Zhiqiu standing on the stage was ashen-faced, no longer the free and easy detached world just now, but like a person who was suddenly dragged into hell, his face was terrible and ugly.

The old bustard naturally knew the inside story, seeing that Zhiqiu's current state was obviously not suitable for continuing to perform, so she gritted her teeth and was about to apologize to everyone present to interrupt the performance, but before she could say the words, she was held by Mr. Zhiqiu Yuxiao blocked it.

Only to hear Mr. Zhiqiu whisper: "I can, don't stop."

The old bustard looked at Mr. Zhiqiu with a bit of a puzzled expression on his face, now that his whole body was shaking like a broken leaf in the wind, how could he keep playing this song.

Seeing that Mr. Zhiqiu took a few deep breaths, opened and closed his ten fingers a few times, and then brought Xiao to his lips again.

The melodious and melodious sound of the flute sounded again, and the other music children who had been harmonizing around had to hurry up to keep up with the beat.

The accidental episode in the middle did not spoil the whole performance, but Xianjun could hear that the flute sound with almost perfect playing skills has lost the soul of Cai just now, and only the soul left by Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu Just a combination.

In the end, Mr. Zhiqiu's performance was still full of applause. Countless purses containing silver rewards were thrown on the stage. Mr. Zhiqiu naturally would not commit himself to pick them up, so he faded away with a pale face.

That Tong'er has never been used to someone like Chu Zhiqiu who doesn't know current affairs when he enters a restaurant. If it weren't for the emperor's order to protect him, how could he have such a peaceful life?

"I'd like to see how long he can be so lofty! He's been pinched to death, and he doesn't know how to be soft!"

Xianjun was pulled back to reality by Tong'er's slightly resentful voice, and couldn't help asking curiously: "Who is it that made trouble just now? Why did Mr. Zhiqiu's mood fluctuate so much?"

Naturally, Wang Sheng didn't know. Tong'er, who seemed to know something inside, just sneered and didn't answer.

He hasn't lived enough yet, he wants to make money in this Chu Feng Pavilion!If you can stay away from this muddy water of Chu Zhiqiu, don't get close to it.