The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

"My lord," he said.

Liang Zhaoge's voice was drowned out by the torrential rain of gold, silver and broken jade, or he didn't make a sound at all, but moved his mouth slightly.

Zhu Jiuci leaned on the corridor railing and leaned down to look down. Gold and silver, large and small blades, fell down and hit the center of the lobby. They bounced off the ground like fleas. Some fell to the feet, and some hit the sleeves , and quite a few hits to his back.

To the distinguished guests in the box, the person in the audience is just a commodity for sale, an item that they can auction off with money, the sound of the piano is not important, and the beauty alone is enough.

Liang Zhaoge, the number one beauty in the capital, took him home, and it was justified in face.

As for whether to give the canary water or not to drink after putting the canary in the cage, whether to let him continue playing the piano or just grow old alone, these are not things that the distinguished guests in these boxes have to consider.

Next year, this group of people will come here again, maybe one of them will be changed, but the essence is the same. They stand on a high place as if they are the chief judges, and they treat the people downstairs as humble ants and trample on them easily. Feel free to choose.

"Damn it, why are you just playing one song? I've waited for more than a dozen people, and you're just perfunctory us like that?"

"Isn't it just asking for money? Here! What about you, hit me down!"

Gold and silver were no longer thrown on the open ground, and people gradually discovered that the more they threw them on the person in the middle of the stage, the more lively the scene became.

The gold hit the back dully and silently, and the cloud sleeves flew when it hit the arm.

He raised his hand to protect the surface of the piano, and made no other movements.

Standing on a high place, Zhu Jiuci looked helplessly at the man falling from the sky, hitting him fiercely and quickly.

"What are you doing? Don't throw it away! Didn't you see that there is still a person standing in the audience!"

Zhu Jiuci's voice was quickly overshadowed by fierce shouting and cursing, the loudest voice was a man vaguely named Wang Dong in their compartment.

Zhu Jiuci leaned down and leaned down, his sleeves were pulled, he looked back, Xiao Cen looked at him worriedly: "What's wrong with the young man?"

Zhu Jiuci was like grabbing at a life-saving straw: "How could they do this, Zhaoge is still below, and there is still the sound of the piano! Have you heard that, how can such sound be measured by money!"

Xiao Cen looked down from Zhu Jiuci's side, there was no change on his face, "Is it like this every year?"

Fatty Mo held the scroll and raised his head, which is also commonplace.

Kaiguangzui opened his eyes, and the jade screen behind him was emitting a faint light. He sat in the mahogany carved soft chair and said goodbye to Zhujiu: "My lord, this is Red Square."

The cold water suddenly engulfed Zhu Jiuci, like a person drifting on the sea, sitting on a raft and watching the drowning person in the distance, he couldn't row across, and couldn't save him.

He suddenly remembered a sentence in the original book: There is nothing to do when the pearl is covered with dust.

The powerlessness of being dragged forward by fate restrained him, Zhu Jiuci turned around, Liang Zhaoge was still standing under the stage, watching him quietly in a sea of ​​gold.

His brown eyes were neither joy nor worry, he felt no pain when the gravel hit his body, and the abuse and curses in his ears had nothing to do with him.

There is only one person in his eyes.

Zhu Jiuci stopped talking and suddenly strode outside.

"Hey! Where are you going, little grandpa?" Xiao Cen hurriedly pulled him back.

"Rescue."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute! Oh my god, little grandpa!" Xiao Cen glared at Jiang Chengzi, then threw the empty teacup on him, "You talk nonsense, the little grandpa is angry!"

Jiang Chengzi's face became serious, and he stood up hastily, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll solve it right away!" He grabbed the compass and staggered out.

But a moment later, the carved door of the box where Zhu Jiuci and the others were was slammed by a violent impact.

"Who the hell would believe that the little prince is here!" The door was slapped open with a rough palm, and several people stood at the door aggressively. Swoop up.

He was obese, wearing a jade wrench on his thumb, suet jade wrapped around his waist, and his boots were rimmed with gold and jade, which was extremely exaggerated.Beside him stood two big men with bare arms, and it was they who broke the box open.

Zhu Jiuci frowned, turned his head to Anian who was behind him and said, "Go down and find Zhaoge first."

Anian clasped his hands together, turned around and supported himself over the railing with one hand, and jumped down from the eaves of the third floor. In full view of everyone, he landed lightly beside Liang Zhaoge from a height of a foot.

"Fuck, I want to see who is pretending here..." The man with a big belly turned dark when he saw the scene in the wing room, and his eyes turned to Zhu Jiuci, his face was full of surprise, he gritted his teeth and took a step back: "So it's... Young master."

Jiang Chengzi came out from behind, "Can I still lie to you, this man has already been spotted by the young man, Lord Wang, please stop?"

Wang Dong sneered, "Is it true that the person whom the young man likes is not allowed to be touched by others? Before the first ceremony, did the young man engrave his name on the face of the person downstairs?"

"Shut up." Zhu Jiu resigned.

The box was suddenly quiet, Wang Dong stepped back, and two strong men stood in front of them with their arms outstretched.

"Well, the young man has taken a fancy to it, so it's naturally the young man's." Wang Dong gritted his teeth.

Xiao Cen said: "It's good to know, let them stop quickly!"

Standing behind the strong man, Wang Dong's fat face was huddled together: "I have heard that the young man is domineering and flamboyant, so I met him today. This time Wang backed down, and he won't do it again in the future!"

The strong man slammed the door and left.

The noisy sound of the Liuli Pavilion gradually subsided, and several servants and maids in the center of the lobby swept away the gold and silver with brooms, and soon they looked brand new, and boys and girls with musical instruments came on stage one by one, and the elegant music reappeared.

Zhu Jiuci remained silent and walked out of the box alone.

Fatty Mo looked up from the pile of books and saw Zhu Jiuci's leaving figure, "What's the matter, little prince?"

Xiao Cen frowned, hurried out the door and called Zhu Jiuci to stop him, who stood on the wooden ladder downstairs and looked up at him.

"Don't worry about today's affairs, my lord." Xiao Cen grabbed the verandah with a nervous tone.

There was no expression on Zhu Jiuci's face, the ink was soft and scattered on his shoulders, the sun was shining on him along the window, and there was a halo of light behind him.He suddenly asked, "How do you feel about Qin music?"

Xiao Cen frowned, how could he fail to recognize that Liang Zhaoge's qin music is beyond ordinary, what's the use of being in Red Square.

The person downstairs stood there alone, his body drooping like brocade and water, his shoulders were thin, and he was tiny.The man looked up at him, with a faint light in his eyes, waiting for his answer.

Xiao Cen couldn't bear it, but quickly suppressed it, and he said loudly: "My lord, there are no stars on the ground."

Zhu Jiuci bit his lower lip, lowered his head, turned around and stepped up the steps to leave.

"Have."

Opening his mouth in the side room, he turned his head and said to Xia Ziyou, "Young master is fine." He picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "He is different from us."

Zhu Jiuci stepped onto the flowing water corridor, the noise of Liuli Pavilion was isolated behind him.

The huge red silk still hangs quietly in the center of the Linglong Pavilion, the pipa boys in the orchestra pool have dispersed, and there are only one or two casual guests in the guest seats who are not gorgeously dressed. They look south from time to time, and then shake their heads , I regret that I can only be in this cold lobby.

"Little Grandpa!" Anian jumped down from the carved wooden ladder, "Young Master Liang has gone back to his room."

Zhu Jiuci nodded and let Anian go back home first.

Stepping on the wooden ladder, the creaking sound penetrated the empty lobby.

Ah Nian's voice came from downstairs, "Is the little father-in-law unhappy?" Ah Nian obediently stood downstairs and asked with her head raised.

Zhu Jiuci held onto the stairs and turned around, "No, Anian."

Stepping up the steps, the blue silk on his lap swayed with his steps in his vision, and he could see a red shadow in the distance from the corner of his eye.

From the beginning to now, it has never changed.

Step on the second floor, turn around the veranda, and walk on the road he is very familiar with.

The corridor was winding, and at the end of the carved wooden doors, Liang Zhaoge stood there with the light behind his back.

Zhu Jiuci mustered a smile and walked over quickly. When he got closer, he could see that the silk on Liang Zhaoge's body was torn in several places, and the cuffs were even more torn.

The qin in his arms was intact, Zhu Jiuci stretched out his hand to push away his sleeve, the latter hid, but he still saw a few bruises and a few light red wounds on his white hands.

Zhu Jiuci raised his head, Liang Zhaoge looked at him with a smile.The sapphire hairpin on her head was crooked and crumbling.

He was already thin and weak, standing there holding the piano, his body was broken, and he looked even more lonely and helpless.The open silk satin gives him a decadent beauty, world-weary and lonely.

They were standing face to face, and one of them was in the mud beneath the ground.

"Zhaoge thanked the young master." He said softly.

"Thank you." Zhu Jiuci pretended not to see him in a mess, and said calmly, "I left my things here last time, so I took them and left."

"Hmm..." Liang Zhaoge turned around holding the piano, stretched out his hand and slowly pushed open the door.

Zhu Jiuci followed in, and as soon as he stepped in with his left foot, he felt that he was stepping on a cloud, which was soft and unreal. Looking up, the whole room was covered with thick Western Region carpets.The colors are thick and the patterns are exotic, with an indescribable religious meaning.

"Does your foot still hurt?"

Liang Zhaoge gently put down the piano and turned around, "Does the young man raise me like a flower?"

He walked over and pulled the man's sleeves and walked into the room, "I'm afraid I can't find a softer place in Beijing than here."

Zhu Jiuci was dragged by him, and from the corner of his eye, he saw his small wooden box on the table, a rosewood incense burner next to it, and a small fan carved with emerald and sapphire on the right.

Zhu Jiuci broke free from his restraint and walked over to pick up the small wooden box, "Just throw it on the ground, why not put it on the case, you don't mind the dust."

"The fragrance of ink does not stain the dust."

"Whatever you say, I've already seen the local marks on several cases."

Zhu Jiuci came with a wooden box, but did not sit down in front of the tea table.

Liang Zhaoge's eyelashes twitched, and he asked, "Young master, is he leaving right after he came?"

Zhu Jiuci nodded.

Liang Zhaoge suddenly got up and stood in front of him, grabbing his sleeve.The brown eyes trembled uneasily, staring at his eyes.

The red lips moved slightly, as if she was about to speak, but she didn't speak for a long time.The sapphire hairpin dangled slightly on the head, and it was really about to fall off.

Zhu Jiuci shook the wooden box with a smile, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and reached out to straighten the sapphire hairpin on his head.

"Make money, take you home."

When Liang Zhaoge lost his mind, Zhu Jiuci turned and left.

The blue-tailed magpie flew to the window, flapping its wings and chirping.

The people in the room didn't seem to hear the birds chirping. He stood there without moving for a long time.

The magpie flapped its wings and flew away, making a loud noise as it slapped on the wooden window, Liang Zhaoge suddenly came back to his senses.He walked slowly to the window, closed the wooden window, and turned his head to see the paintings on the wall.

Ordinary landscape, above is the mountain, below is the water.

He stretched out his hand to hold the hanging scroll, and the bruises and wounds on his hands came into view, and he stopped turning over the hanging scroll.

Letting go, the hanging picture hangs back to its original position, shaking gently on the white wall.

He turned around and sat down slowly with his back against the wall. The torn silk thread was piled up on the ground, which could not be seen as clothes.

He suddenly felt blood in his throat, coughed violently, touched the soft blanket with his fingertips, and his brown eyes trembled.

The slender waist was weakly bent, and he fell on the carpet, his face touched the soft blanket, and the ink scattered all over his body.

He closed his eyes, and wherever his skin touched, that person sent him off.

Dusk is approaching, the sky can barely maintain the light of day, and the distant sky has been faintly dyed with a golden curtain.

Zhu Jiuci walked through the alley when several big men suddenly stopped him.