General's husband of His Royal Highness

Mother Yang grabbed Xuanyuan Luoran's feet with one hand, and took out the silver needles in the wooden box with the other hand. There are twenty needles in a set, each two inches long.

"what!"

Xuanyuan Luoran let out a painful cry.

The silver needle in Yang's mother's hand disappeared from the tip of Xuanyuan Luoran's toe.

The white jade-like toe tip showed a pinhead-sized redness, like a red plum blossom in the snow, the ultimate beauty created by extreme cruelty.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the same is true for the toes, a small silver needle, the wound is not too small to detect, but it produces a heart-piercing pain.

Xuanyuan Luoran shouted at the top of his lungs, but the voice he uttered was soft and coquettish.

This kind of mood is very suitable for some guests with special hobbies.

He was pinned down by two guards and couldn't move, even struggling.

Now he can only express the unspeakable pain with surging tears.

Fortunately, after a sharp pain, the intensity of the pain gradually decreased to a tolerable level.

But before he had time to catch his breath, the needle in Yang's mother's hand went down again.

This time Xuanyuan Luoran gritted her teeth tightly and kept silent.

Whining and screaming will only make the enemy more excited.

Mama Yang had ten needles in a row, her movements were swift, she was obviously a veteran.

Xuanyuan Luoran was sweating profusely from the pain, biting his lower lip to ooze blood, but didn't make another sound.

Yang's mother raised her eyebrows and said in disbelief: "It's quite tough!"

Don't say that Mother Yang finds it incredible, everyone who knows Xuanyuan Luoran will be dumbfounded if they find out.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so delicate that he would hum for a long time even if he touches it, how can he bear this heart-piercing pain?

But toughness is really not a good quality for Xiaowan.

Is the so-called just easy to break.

Xuanyuan Luoran said angrily, "You won't let me go even if you cry."

At this time, he was so angry that he was speaking in anger, but his voice was soft and waxy, as if he was acting like a spoiled child.

Mother Yang said: "Today's punishment is over, if you commit another crime, you will have to pay [-]."

Xuanyuan Luoran secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally made it through.

Mother Yang pulled out the silver needles one by one.

"Ah, it hurts!" Such involvement and pain made Xuanyuan Luoran twitch. He thought it was over and the pain was caught off guard, so he couldn't help crying out in pain.

He couldn't stop shouting once, and if Mama Yang pulled out one, he would shout twice.

Mother Yang was a little speechless.

Where did all the stubbornness go?

You must know that the pain of getting a needle in is ten times more painful than pulling it out.

When all the dust settled, Xuanyuan Luoran was lying on the bed exhausted, his toes were still throbbing with pain.

He had no strength to escape, nor the energy to plan, so he fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, there was the smiling face of Yang's mother, pricking him with a silver needle while smiling.

His mentality collapsed, and he was full of confidence before thinking that he must have a way to save himself.

Fear now replaces previous confidence.

"Han Yubai help me."

At this helpless moment, Xuanyuan Luoran's first thought was Han Yubai.

He murmured in his sleep.

However, no one responded to him.

Han Yubai only thought that he was still in Shengjing to supervise the country safely, how could he know the suffering he was suffering at this time.

Seeing that Han Yubai ignored him, Xuanyuan Luoran cried aggrievedly.

When he cried like this in the past, Han Yubai would always coax him patiently.

But this time Han Yubai didn't even look back.

Xuanyuan Luoran felt a pain in his heart, and suddenly opened his eyes.

He raised his hand and touched it, his face was wet, it turned out to be a nightmare.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and he woke up for a while, when someone opened the door and came in.

Xuanyuan Luoran was taken to a piano room.

There are two piano racks in the room, and the pianos on the racks are all top-grade paulownia pianos.

The two piano stands are facing each other, and it looks like it is for teaching.

Incense was burned in the room, and the spices were also top-grade, light and elegant.

Elegant gauze hangs from all four walls.

I want to come to this brothel to take a noble and elegant route.

Before Xuanyuan Luoran took a rough look at the interior decoration, Yang's mother came in with a middle-aged man.

Mother Yang pulled Xuanyuan Luoran over and introduced proudly: "Mr. Liu, this is our Xiyan, what do you think!"

That look is like a mother showing off her excellent son.

It was rare for Xuanyuan Luoran to have such an experience.

His father mentioned that he had a headache most of the time, and he would never be proud.

Mother Yang said to Xuanyuan Luoran again: "This is Mr. Liu, the most famous piano teacher in Jingzhou, you should learn from him in the future!"

Mr. Liu looked about 35 or [-] years old, with a soft face and calm facial features. He was dressed in Tsing Yi, and his appearance was quite elegant.

It turns out that the training is like this, Xuanyuan Luoran feels at ease.

He will never learn well, so he will never have to pick up customers.

Xuanyuan Luoran rolled his eyes, thinking about it.

But when did he call Xiyan?

He looked at Yang's mother seriously and said, "My name is not Xiyan!"

Names are like life, given by parents, how can they be changed at will?

Mother Yang couldn't bear to refute: "Your name is Xi Yan now!"

After she finished speaking, she left without any chance to speak to Xuanyuan Luoran again.

Mr. Liu said lightly: "Let's start!"

As he spoke, he sat down first.

"Okay!" Xuanyuan Luoran responded obediently, and sat in front of the piano stand opposite Mr. Liu.

"Have you ever learned the piano?" Mr. Liu glanced at him lightly.

"No!" Xuanyuan Luoran shook his head, lying without blushing.

"Then let me start with the basics!"

Mr. Liu was extremely patient. He taught Xuanyuan Luoran to recognize the strings one by one, and taught him to pluck the strings.

But no matter what Mr. Liu taught, Xuanyuan Luoran could make a piercing sound on the piano that made people want to commit suicide.

After repeating it several times, Mr. Liu could see his careful thinking.

Mr. Liu only glanced at him, and said indifferently: "If you don't sell your art, you sell yourself. If you don't want to learn the piano well, then learn how to serve others."

In Chuyun Tower, in order to increase the value of the young ladies, Mama Yang spared no expense in hiring famous teachers to teach them piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Those who are as beautiful as Xuanyuan Luoran are the focus of training.

If you become an oiran, you have the right to choose guests.

Without any skills, no matter how beautiful she is, she can only serve the most vulgar guests.

Therefore, every young lady will try her best to improve her talent in order to have more right to speak.

Xuanyuan Luoran's face froze.

He laughed and said, "I'm just joking with my husband."

It appears to be overdone.

Han Yubai asked the guard of Jingzhou City to take him to Black Eagle Mountain to explore the terrain at night, and returned to Jingzhou City during the day.

When passing through an alley, he heard a faint sound of a piano, which was clean and full of snow and bamboo. It was the "Yangchun Baixue" he had heard before.

Han Yubai couldn't help but stop listening, and looked towards the source of the voice.

The tune was extremely cheerful, lively and brisk, with a sloppy flavor, Han Yubai was very familiar with it.

Words are like the person, and the sound of the piano is actually like the person.

Xuanyuan Luoran played the piano with an innocent, lazy and casual tone.

The music is not played very smoothly, and there is a wrong sound from time to time.

Han Yubai couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.

It seemed that he missed His Highness the Crown Prince so much that he thought it was him when he heard a familiar voice.

Xuanyuan Luoran is proficient in rhythm, and there is absolutely no possibility of playing it wrong.

Jiang Ke, the guard standing beside him, saw Han Yubai looking softly at Chu Yunlou's backyard with a smile on his face, and unexpectedly thought of the rumor about General Han's masculinity.

If you want to get promoted and get rich, you have to please your superiors, and if you want to please others, you have to do what they like.

General Han is very difficult to please. When encountering such a great opportunity, it is unreasonable not to seize it.

He took the initiative to introduce to Han Yubai: "This is the most famous man in Jingzhou, and many dignitaries come to patronize him."

What he said was quite blatant, and he almost said that you can go, General Han.

Han Yubai withdrew his gaze and returned to his cold and solemn expression, "Go back and rest, and capture Black Eagle Mountain tonight."

As he spoke, he lifted his foot and left without hesitation.

Since it's not His Royal Highness, what else is there to miss?

Looking at Han Yubai's cold back, Jiang Ke wondered, is General Han too good at pretending, or is he really not interested?

Should he order a servant to be sent to General Han's residence?

Mr. Liu looked at Xuanyuan Luoran, and said again, "You will be punished if you play the wrong ball intentionally."

It was not the first time Xuanyuan Luoran used this trick.

Deliberately delaying the practice time in order to delay the time for picking up guests.

Mr. Liu is a famous master, Xuanyuan Luoran deliberately played wrongly, and he saw it at a glance.

As soon as punishment was mentioned, Xuanyuan Luoran's feet couldn't help throbbing.

He shrank his feet subconsciously.

He remembered that Yang's mother said last night that next time he will use all [-] sticks.

Thinking of this, he even felt pain in his fingertips.

He felt aggrieved and said: "I'll just play it seriously, don't you tell Mama Yang."

Mr. Liu nodded lightly.

Xuanyuan Luoran bit her lip, and her hands moved nimbly on the strings.

The sound of the piano was smooth and melodious, but the joyful Yangchun Baixue was played with a bit of resentment by him.

Different moods play different styles of music.

The added grievances have the style of a brothel.

Presumably it wasn't Qu Zi's sorrow, but the resentment in the hearts of the people in the brothel.

Mr. Liu couldn't help being surprised, this young man has such superb piano skills?

Where do you need him to teach?

Except for the lack of skill, everything else is up to his level.

"Mr. Liu is good at playing the piano!"

Mama Yang pushed open the door, and words of praise came out of her mouth.

Mr. Liu answered, "It's indeed a good piano skill!"

At this time, Mother Yang saw that it was Xuanyuan Luoran who was playing the piano.

She was surprised at first, and then couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Oh, it seems that I really found a treasure."

As she spoke, she walked up to Xuanyuan Luoran and grabbed his hand.

Xuanyuan Luoran's eyes widened suddenly, filled with horror, and shouted: "Don't pierce my finger!"

Mother Yang laughed and said, "How can I be willing to hurt such good hands?"

She touched Xuanyuan Luoran's hand and looked at it carefully, her skin was like creamy fat, her bones were like bamboo, soft yet firm, she was impeccably beautiful.

Xuanyuan Luoran's hairs stood on end when she touched her.

Fortunately, Yang's mother quickly let him go.

Mother Yang made a final decision: "Tomorrow, you should prepare well for the Jingzhou Oiran Competition."