Sacrifice of evil god

A few days later, Qi Mei was sitting in the courtyard playing the piano.

He struggled with his fingers and plucked the most exciting melody, like mountains and flowing water, flying waterfalls and rainbow springs, the notes lingering in the ear, like pearls falling into a silver plate, every thread is hooked and unbroken.

As usual, an incense burner was lit beside the piano, this is Qi Mei's habit, the smoke can make him forget the mundane things in front of him, immerse himself in the melodious music, and his heart is like still water.However, a letter placed by the piano table, like a hook protruding from the world, cannot make him feel safe.Oh, and Mo Chen's voice too.

"Brother." This is not Jingshan, there are outsiders everywhere, so it is naturally inconvenient for Mo Chen to call Qi Mei "Patriarch".But this is exactly what she wants, anyway, sooner or later they will be a married couple with equal eyebrows, calling "Brother", doesn't it seem intimacy?What's more, intentionally or unintentionally, she was calling for another person.

Qi Mei ignored her, continued to play the piano, and closed her eyes, like an old monk in meditation.

"Brother Mei!" Mo Chen refused to follow, and tugged at the corner of Qi Mei's clothes again, "Are you really going to compete with that female fairy called 'Liu Lingyan'?"

What Mo Chen was referring to was the contents of that letter.A few days ago, Liu Lingyan made a fool of herself in front of Qi Mei. Although she didn't know how the swing suddenly broke, she saw and remembered Qi Mei's gloating eyes at the show, and kept it in her heart. I swear, I will never give up if I don't get my face back.

"From the head of the South Pavilion, the charming official: I was fortunate enough to appreciate the charm of the charming official in the Huajie courtyard a few days ago. The modest and humble son stands in the atrium. He stands out like a flock of chickens. Ling Yan is so unforgettable. You and I belong to the south. Among the pavilions and flower pavilions, across the street, they are friends and neighbors with the same spirit. Ling Yan is not talented, so he dared to ask Mei Guaner for advice. He wanted to set up a ring in three days and compete the four arts in front of everyone. Qin, dancing, painting, and chess. These four talents are the foundation of my life in Huajie. Surely, the charming officials will not be shy, and they will not shrink back in front of the public? So, Ling Yan It’s convenient to wait for the beautiful figure of the charming official on the ring.”

What a letter of war, although there are many polite words in the words, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a naked provocation, and it does not overwhelm Qi Mei's unwillingness to give up.

"En." Qi Mei only used one word, which was regarded as an answer to Mo Chen.

"What? Brother Mei, you are..." Mo Chen originally wanted to say, Qi Meigui is the Patriarch of the Qi Clan and Royal Shou Tianxia, ​​what a respectable status he is.It's nothing more than being trapped in this world of mortals and stained with filth, but now it's unreasonable to compete with a prostitute who can't stand on the stage!

But Mo Chen turned his face instinctively, facing the pair of eyes that were looking up, he was startled, and thought that this is not a place for nonsense, so he changed his words: "...you, you are an upright official who sells his art but not his body, How can you compete on the same stage with those low-class women who spend their days on men's beds? Isn't that self-degrading and degrading?"

The clanking piano sound suddenly stopped, Qi Mei put away her slender jade fingers, turned her face to Mo Chen and said with a smile: "Cousin, don't underestimate this flower house leader, anyone who can sit in this position is by no means Shan can sell vases of lust. Her poetic talent should not be inferior to mine."

"Hmph, I don't believe it. What else do those prostitutes do besides applying makeup and twisting their waists and hips to seduce men?" Mo Chen muttered with her mouth pursed.

In fact, she couldn't bear the thought that Liu Lingyan must be prettier than herself, as long as she was a woman, she would never secretly compare her appearance.What's more, she has been on the mirror mountain for many years, patronizing spiritual cultivation, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, female celebrity talents, etc., and she knows nothing about it.She is not as talented as Qi Mei, she can read everything just once, she knows that no matter how hard she studies, she will not improve much.Fortunately, Qi Mei's elder brother will always belong to her sooner or later. Isn't she always the one who appreciates all these talents?

"Hahaha, you've misunderstood this. Those men, they don't come to Flower Street to buy lust."

"Ah?! If it's not to satisfy shameless carnal desires, then why?" Mo Chen's eyes widened, his face full of doubts.

Qi Mei explained: "Actually, among those rich men, who in the family is not three wives and four concubines? Their lust has long been consumed by the wives and concubines in one house and one house. It has been a long time Now, intercourse will become a kind of obligation. They only look forward to being able to escape for a breath of fresh air. But what we provide them here is a respite. They come here to buy "love" ’—or rather, the ‘illusion of love’.”

"What do you mean? Brother Mei, please explain clearly."

"Little Mochen, look. Most of these people's marriages are ordered by their parents and the words of the matchmaker. They are forced to marry at an age that is still ignorant. Before, they couldn't even talk about meeting, let alone love? So they They are willing to come here to drink, listen to the piano, appreciate paintings, talk about the sky, compose poems, and chat about love. A night of spring festival is just the final success, and what they enjoy most is not so much the result, but the pursuit , and even the process of not being able to get what you ask for. Do you understand now? So to be an oiran, good looks are only the second most important aspect, but talent is the most important thing. Otherwise, how could there be so many People, scrambling to grab, spending a lot of money for your charming brother? Huh?"

"Wow, they are so miserable," Mo Chen knew for the first time that the men who were shopping in Huajie also felt so much pain in their hearts, "I have begun to feel a little bit of sympathy for them."

"Hehe," at this moment Qi Mei suddenly nodded Mo Chen's chin, and said in an ambiguous tone, "So, the fate of my parents is really nothing good. If my little Mo Chen wants to regret the marriage, there is still time."

The man not far away was hanging the starched clothes on the rope one by one, beating and straightening them.Hearing this sentence, he looked over meaningfully, and met Qi Mei's intently looking gaze, a cold light flashed in his eyes for a moment, then he dodged and hid behind his clothes, out of sight.

"A Tie," Qi Mei felt that it was almost done, so she moved her finger on Mochen's face and called out, "Come here. The competition is coming soon, I want you to practice the piano with me."