Sick Prince Rescue Plan

With the mind of a dead horse being a living horse doctor, the right-hand stepped into the elegant room of Lanyue Pavilion.

However, he didn't know that when he stepped on one foot, he had already been spotted.

In the elegant room on the third floor of Lanyue Pavilion, the bronze masked man walked in and went to the second floor looking at you from a dark window.

His slightly indifferent eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his hand to ring a bell by the door.

...

Gu Qing was sitting in her room, listening to the excitement outside, she felt nothing in her heart.

Tonight, the woman who is so beautiful but not very bright in her head is about to be sent away.

There was a long and two short knocks outside the door. Gu Qing's eyes dimmed, she got up to tidy up her clothes, and opened the door. A man dressed as a small servant stood by the door and whispered when she saw her coming out. Said: "The master is here, on the third floor."

Gu Qing nodded almost imperceptibly: "I see, you go."

She closed the door with her backhand and went upstairs.

Looking at the closed door of Yajian, Gu Qing couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. She took a deep breath, raised her hand and knocked.

The man’s low and pleasant voice penetrated the door, "Come in."

Gu Qing opened the door and went in, Fushen said: "The slave and maid had seen an adult."

The bronze mask stood with his hands behind and turned his back to her, "Pity, are you ready over there?"

Gu Qing whispered: "You're ready, you can act."

The masked man raised his hand, his slender fingers moved slightly, "Let her go, tell her not to worry, and fly to the branch is just around the corner."

Gu Qing pursed her lips, "Yes."

The people in the audience had arrived early, and they were obviously impatient. Seeing that their patience was about to run out, a large piece of red tulle suddenly fell on the round flower table in the middle, blocking the scene inside.

"Hey-what is this for playing?"

"This battle is not small. When Gu Qing came out before, there was no such ostentation!"

"Doesn't that mean the oiran is beautiful this time?"

"Hahaha, I can't wait!"

The pity on the stage stood behind the gauze curtain, and listened to the loud cheers below, the vanity was greatly satisfied. Before in that small place, although she was also an oiran, how could she compare with the capital?

The status of the people here is far from comparable to that group of local snakes!

What's more, the adult said that as long as you perform well today, you can enter the palace... flying to the branch is just around the corner!

She took a deep breath, closed her delicately drawn eyes, and her bulging bulge, she raised a flower in her hand, the red gauze was lightly raised, revealing her face, and there was a moment of silence underneath.

The drums were getting more and more urgent, a group of pink dancers rushed up, pulled the red yarn off, twisted their waists with pity, looked back and smiled, instantly igniting the atmosphere.

"It's so beautiful!"

The crooked and slanted right side of the person who had been sitting on, suddenly shot up,

What makes him even more amazing is that this oiran dance is still very good!

Although he couldn't see what a good way to do, it just depends on the soft waist, the drum beat...

He wiped his saliva and asked the little maid beside him, "What's the name of this oiran?"

The little maid glanced, her face couldn't hide her envy, "Back to the lord, this is a pity girl."

"Pity? Good name, really good name..."

He eagerly looked at the pity dancing below, and had an idea.

Pity Yi Wu Qingcheng, hooked the souls of countless people, the snow-white looming thin waist of willows made people dreaming.

After the dance, the song ended, he gasped slightly with pity, and after a salute, he turned upstairs.