The 108th abuse of the little phoenix of glass

The ground is covered with a snow-white Persian carpet, and bunches of dark purple grapes are drawn in it, which is soft and silent when stepped on.

Behind the golden red gauze curtain, the girl's profile is hidden.

Her slender neck was raised gracefully, and her black hair was tied into a cloud bun, filled with pearl hairpins.

The girl's fingers were busy on her hair bun, and the wide sleeves slid down, revealing her creamy wrists, and there was a light and faint fragrance floating from the bottom of the sleeves, which was refreshing.

Fang Mubai stood behind the red gauze curtain, watching quietly.

Lanyue knew who was standing behind her, but she didn't look back.She held a step shaker with her fingertips, and stroked back and forth on her temples, as if no matter where she inserted it, she felt dissatisfied.

Later, she simply threw it heavily on the dressing table, sulking with herself.

Fang Mubai lifted the gauze curtain, walked over step by step, picked up the Bu Yao, and put it on for her.His finger rested on the crow-blue, slightly cold black silk for a moment, and then he reluctantly retracted it.

"What do you want me to do, sir?"

Lanyue was very indifferent, as if drinking to the moon that night was just a dream.

"You, would you like to come with me?"

Fang Mubai's voice was slightly hoarse, and the question was extremely difficult. His fingers fell into his sleeves and he clenched into fists, as if only in this way could he give himself a little courage.

"I'll put up a board to pick up guests tonight, don't you know, sir?"

Lanyue sneered, pulled off the step shaker, and threw it back to the table, listening to the crisp sound when they hit the table.

"I can redeem you and support you!" Fang Mubai supported Lanyue's shoulders, his eyes were eager and sincere: "From now on, you don't have to force yourself to play songs every night and force your face to laugh. I, I..."

"And then I only face you day and night, forcing a smile? Fang Mubai, is it because I have given you too much good looks recently that you have misunderstood something? Why should I go with you? You are mine Who? Where are you going with me? Can you keep me at my current level of food and clothing? Can you continue to indulge in luxury and wealth? You are poor, but you are so proud!"

Lanyue's tone became more and more bitter and mean, completely ignoring the increasingly pale face of the young man in front of him: "You can't give me anything, just die of this heart!"

The four words "I like you" were discarded like old shoes before they were uttered.

Fang Mubai staggered back a few steps, his lips trembling slightly: "But Lanyue, don't you want a sincere heart? I hope to have a person with one heart and one heart, and never leave each other..."

Lanyue smiled extremely coldly: "I never believe in sincerity, I only believe in myself."

"Catch the moon..."

Lanyue raised her head, with a sarcasm on the corner of her mouth: "But if you have enough money, you can go to bid tonight. Maybe my first night will be yours!"

Fang Mubai's eyes were pitiful: "How could you... spoil yourself like this?"

Lanyue lowered her eyes to cover the sorrow in her eyes: "The body is my own, and I can do whatever I want, don't bother me. Well, I'm going to change clothes, and please avoid it."

"Lanyue, I'm waiting for you, as long as you are willing, my promise will always be counted."

Fang Mubai raised his hand, as if wanting to touch her cheek, but in the end he dropped it powerlessly, turned around, and staggered away.

Hearing that Xuelou's most famous dancer hangs a sign, it caused a sensation in the entire Yanjing City.There was an endless stream of princes and nobles who came to bid.

The price has soared from the starting price of 500 taels to 2000 taels, and there is still an upward trend, but the speed is gradually slowing down.After all, there are not so many people who are capable of caring for Pomeranians and spending a lot of money.

Lanyue sat quietly behind the bead curtain, wearing a thin gauze dress, her exquisite curves looming.Exposing a large area of ​​snowy skin and jade skin, charming people's hearts, but also with a sense of coldness and alienation, making it even more crazy.

Her eyes coldly glanced at the ugly face under the stage who looked at her like an animal, her red lips slightly raised.These people regard her as a doll, so why doesn't she play with these people above the applause?

"I give 3000 taels!"

Wearing white clothes, waving a feather fan, Mr. Qiao, who claims to be romantic and pretends to be free and easy, shouted loudly, and then clasped his fists in the envious and disdainful eyes of everyone, triumphantly: "Everyone, let's make a deal."

This little beauty has been flirting with him for a month, and it's so easy to put up a sign to sell her first night, how can he let her go?

"Miss Lanyue, congratulations, Mr. Qiao is the richest person in Yanjing City, the most sympathetic, and the most outstanding person. Selling your first night to him is not a loss at all! Serve me well, and I will have you in the future." Great fortune!"

The old bustard narrowed her happy eyes, as if seeing the white silver, she kept beckoning to her.

Lanyue raised the bead curtain, walked gracefully in front of Young Master Qiao, put her hand in his palm, and said with a pair of bright eyes, "Good nights are short, please take care of my family, Young Master Qiao."

The onlookers suddenly burst into laughter.

Mr. Qiao was so tender, he hugged the moon and entered the new house.

Fang Mubai sat on the edge of the bed, like a lifeless puppet, silent, smiling and motionless.

The moonlight was pale, shining on his plain white coat.His face was three points paler than the moonlight and his clothes.

In the Xihua Pavilion not far away, singing and singing, drinking and dancing, it was an unusual night.

It's just that Fang Mubai knows that what will be traded there tonight is a girl's life.

Even though she had said such unfeeling words to herself and used such a bad attitude, Fang Mubai was still heartbroken.

At this moment, he hated himself for being helpless.

He is a scholar, and his original plan was to study hard for ten years and get a title on the gold list.But on the way to Beijing to rush for the exam, he accidentally caught a glimpse of her face, and has been haunting her ever since.

In order to meet her again, he applied to be the luthier of Tingxuelou.In order to be able to get along with her day and night, he gave up going to Beijing to participate in the autumn taboo.

He has a deep-rooted love for her, deep in his heart, and hopes to grow old with her forever, but...

Fang Mubai clutched his chest, there was a piercing pain, and he had to bite his tongue tightly to swallow back the surging tears in his eyes.

As the night darkened, the sound of silk and bamboo in Xihua Pavilion gradually faded away.

A black figure fell on the door, and then there was a soft, vague voice: "Fang Mubai...are you asleep?"

It turned out to be Lan Yue!

Fang Mubai was surprised and couldn't believe it, he almost rushed over and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, that delicate body fell headfirst into his arms, with the smell of wine in his breath: "You...you haven't slept yet? Have a few drinks with me, okay?"

Fang Mubai carefully supported Lanyue on the chair and sat down: "You...not..."

But he didn't dare to ask the next words, he was afraid that if he asked, he would be overwhelmed with pain.

"I got him drunk." Lanyue grinned, shaking the jug in her hand, showing her daughter's beauty for the first time: "I drank ten cups for him when I drank one cup, but he got drunk in the end...what, I Is it great? Come on, come on, I haven't had enough of drinking yet, so you can continue to drink with me."

Fang Mubai was both joyful and pityful, held her fingers, and gently pulled the hip flask away: "I'll make you a bowl of hangover soup, you always drink on an empty stomach like this, it hurts your body too much."

"No," the cyan robe was hooked by a pair of white and tender hands, Lanyue looked up at Fang Mubai: "I don't want to drink sober soup, I just want you to talk to me."

She looked like a child who acted like a baby and wanted candy.

"Okay," Fang Mubai couldn't help but rubbed her hair, and sat down on the chair next to her.

"Do you know that I found my sister, and it turned out that she is not dead, she is still alive. I am so happy..."

Lanyue's eyes were originally like black gemstones, bright and transparent, but now, because they were filled with joy, they burned people's hearts even more.

It's just that she smiled and laughed, and burst into tears: "But now she is plagued by illness, and she is so thin that only a bone is left... She used to be so laughable and playful, innocent and innocent. Now as long as someone speaks loudly to her , she will shrink herself up and tremble for a long time..."

"Don't cry," Fang Mubai used his fingertips to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes over and over again: "Don't cry anymore, I'll go find her with you, okay?"

"Are you with me?" Maybe it was because of crying just now, Lanyue was a little sober, grabbed the skirt of Fang Mubai's chest, pulled him towards her, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then asked in doubt Ask: "Why should I let you accompany me?"

"because……"

Before Fang Mubai could say anything, someone outside was already calling eagerly: "Lan Yue, Lan Yue, where are you?"

It was the bustard who was looking for Lanyue.

Feng Yan's voice also followed, with anxiety: "Oh, this dead girl, when it's so important, she didn't say that she was with Mr. Qiao, and she didn't know where she went? If Mr. Qiao wakes up later and looks If I don't see her, I have her good fruit to eat."

Lanyue pushed Fang Mubai away forcefully, walked out of the door crookedly, and said with a coquettish smile, "Hey, I'm here."

The carved wooden door was shut with a "bang", and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, leaving only silence in the room.

If it wasn't for the lingering aroma of wine in the air, and the fragrance of her hair, everything just now would have seemed like a dream.

Fang Mubai stood blankly, until the candle burst with a "beep", he slowly raised his hand, and lightly tapped the fingertip that had tried tears for her just now on his lips.

The taste is bitter and astringent, mixed with a little sweetness.