Feihualou.

"Ah, why hasn't Huakui come out yet?"

"That's right. Isn't it agreed that Huakui will come out to dance today?"

"How long will it take?"

"I would not have come here, but for the sake of Miss ballad."

"That's right. The environment of the luoxiang pavilion next door is much better than here."

Red silk around the flower bed, a large group of men are waiting around, craned their necks to look inside, while swearing, while still not ready to leave.

On the other side of the table, there are also a lot of well-dressed scholars with folding fans in their hands and a wine cup in their hands, all of which are elegant.

But only when we get closer, we can know what they are talking about, which is not much more elegant than those rude people.

"I said," brother Lin, it's the first time we've all come to feihualou. Is this really so beautiful? "

"That's right. I've seen it from a distance. It's really the posture of man and nature."

"It may be an eye opener today."

"Oh, what the posture of heaven and man is just a kiln sister." In a crowd of voices of expectation, a handsome man wearing a blue scholar's robe said scornfully.

When others saw his lofty appearance, they couldn't help saying sarcasm, "brother Qin, this is a brothel. It's a place for fun. If you're serious, why do you want to come?"

Qin Zian snorted and ignored.

The relationship between scholars and scholars is also very delicate. Qin zi'an is a candidate who came to the capital from the south of the Yangtze River. He is aware of his excellent literary talent, so he doesn't look up to other scholars on weekdays. However, in such places as Beijing, it is always not good to be too sociable, so he can only follow feihualou.

Qin zi'an thinks that it doesn't matter how much the skin bag looks like. Beauty is not beauty, in his heart is not as attractive as the poetry in books.

Before long, the sound of bamboo and silk will ring, light and pleasant, like the sounds of nature, let the original noisy flying flower building gradually quiet down.

They all know that this is the Huakui who is about to come out. So one after another closed their mouths and craned their necks to see the flower bed.

At this time, the surrounding candle light went down, only a variety of candlelight and night pearls were hidden on the flower stand. The red petals flutter down from the flower bed. In the sound of silk and bamboo, a red figure comes lightly.

She was wearing a long red dress, stepping on the red silk hanging in the air and stepping on the lotus steps. When she reached the top of the flower bed, she pointed her foot and fell to the ground.

The sound of silk and bamboo gradually died down, and all the people held their breath and gazed. The scene was quiet as if you could hear the sound of petals falling in the sky.

The figure on the flower stand slowly turned around, revealing the amazing face.

It seems that all the beautiful modifiers can't be used too much on her body. She has the eyes of autumn water and her delicate Qiong nose. Standing there quietly, she is a painting.

"Little girl Chu Yunyao, I'd like to show you my courtesy." The beauty on the flower stage is slightly blessed, and her voice is warm and moist like a Wang Qingquan.

"It's beautiful..."

Under the stage, I don't know who sighed, and then everyone came back to their senses and called her name out loud.

It's like a house boy who sees a goddess.

Su Li stands on the stage and looks at the crazy men below. They have already begun to throw silver, gold and jewelry on the platform. She silently stepped back two steps to avoid being hit, and kept a smile on her face.

Well, she refused to dress up as a flower queen.

However, there are eggs.

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