The oiran in the red dress was prepared for the worst. She had been in this business for two or three years and had seen a lot of things. As long as the methods were not too cruel, she could get through it. But when she closed the door and turned around, she was stunned.
The scarred-faced young man turned around and sat directly on the ground. He closed his eyes and meditated, and there was a cloud of mist surrounding him...
Well
The oiran in the red dress had also been practicing for a short period of time. Although he was only in the martial arts realm, it could be seen that the scar-faced young man was practicing at the moment and had directly entered a state of deep meditation.
She walked over in surprise and asked softly: "Master Jun, don't you have something to drink?"
"Squeak!"
"ah!"
The oiran in the red dress was startled by a small shadow that suddenly jumped out, and screamed immediately. Then she realized that it was a black little mouse, and it looked a little silly and cute. It was sitting on the table in a daze. It spins in circles and looks very cute.
…
"Hey! Brother Qi is so anxious!"
Huo Baima heard the screams coming from next door and immediately became happy.
I thought Qi Yun was some old-fashioned person, but I didn’t expect that he was also a sweetheart!
The four oirans around him looked at each other with sympathetic expressions - Scarface was indeed a pervert, and that partner would probably suffer a lot tonight.
…
Naturally, it was impossible for Qi Ying to do something unspeakable with the oiran. He made up his mind to practice tonight without delaying even a minute. It was important that the two spirits could improve as quickly as possible.
However, the oiran in the red dress became curious about this weird scarred face. A closer look revealed that he was quite handsome, not very old, and had such a cute pet. He must be a young man with a story!
Could it be that some down-and-out young master from the family was sent to the army
Such examples are not uncommon.
She teased Brother Liu for a while, then took out a jade flute and asked, "Where is the young master from?"
“…”
Qi Ying remained silent.
The oiran in the red dress sighed: "Young Master must be a stranger too - I don't think you are like those rough and tumble men. You won't mind if I call you Young Master - the days of being a soldier must be very lonely, even if you don't find something Lezi, can you listen to me play a piece of music?"
“…”
The other party's silent reaction was as she expected, and she almost talked to herself, as if to the mysterious Scarface, but also to herself: "I recently learned a song, which came from the royal capital. , the poem is more famous, it is said to be written by a very young prince, I wonder if you have heard of it?"
"Hey, by the way, you are in the army and you only come out once a month. I'm afraid you don't know... I'll play the music to you first, okay?"
After saying that, the oiran in the red dress ignored Scarface's reaction, put the jade flute to her mouth, pressed it lightly with her slender fingers, and started blowing in a whimpering voice.
"really."
Qi Ying sighed silently in his heart.
Which piece of music can be passed down from the royal capital to Yumen Pass
The tune "When will the bright moon come", with the more melodious jade flute playing, has a unique charm, and it also has a different flavor when it floats into Qi Ying's ears.
It was only more than twenty days before the Full Moon Festival, but when you think about it, everything in the Royal Capital seems to have happened a lifetime ago. There, he stumbled to get started, hoping to reach the admirable peak step by step through hard work. But unexpectedly, it flourished for a while, and became red in half the sky. Then it unexpectedly fell from the clouds, and was forced to come to the desert outside the pass...
Unknowingly, my thoughts shifted and my practice stopped.
The oiran in the red dress seemed to be immersed in the music. It wasn't until the song finished and she put down her jade flute that she saw the sad-faced young man next to her, looking lost.
"After I learned this piece of music, I played it every day and wrote its lyrics. The music is nice, but the lyrics are even more beautiful."
The oiran in the red dress said to Scarface, and on a whim, she even opened her mouth to sing "When Will the Bright Moon Come" acapella, and then lowered her head in embarrassment: "Does this word sound good? Maybe you will laugh at me if you know it. … I didn’t have to pick up guests every day. If there were no important guests, I wouldn’t necessarily leave the pavilion once every seven days. But recently, I pick up guests every day, just to quickly save tens of millions of spiritual crystals, so that I can buy a house in the royal capital... When I get to the royal capital, I must go and meet the young master who wrote "When will the bright moon come"..."
The oiran in the red dress became more and more fascinated as she spoke. Two pink blushes appeared on her cheeks, as if she had accumulated enough crystal stones. She was in the royal capital and saw the young master of her dreams: "I know that we are in two different worlds." But I just want to sing it to him personally. The person who wrote this poem must be in a beautiful place, suffering from the cold at a high place. He must not be very happy in his heart. If he listens to the words I sing, he can laugh. How nice would it be to smile?”
"Ah."
"why are you laughing?"
Her thoughts were interrupted by Scarface's chuckle, and she said angrily. Only then did she realize that she had made a mistake, her face turned pale and she said in fear: "Master, I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing, please don't..." "
"The lyrics you sang are very good."
The other party finally spoke.
The oiran in the red dress patted her chest and stared at the unscarred half of the face: "Jun... Young Master, whatever sounds good to you."
"It's a pity that I'm not the young master you want to see."
"Well..." At the mention of that person, the oiran in red dress couldn't calm down. "One day, one day I will go to the royal capital and sing the lyrics to him. Really, even if he doesn't need to smile, To put it bluntly... As long as he hears my words and the expression on his face changes slightly... "
Qi Ying felt that her eyes were getting wet.
He never dreamed that a poem he accidentally copied would bring such a big change to the life of a woman thousands of miles away after it was sung at Yumen Pass.
In the royal capital, almost all the strangers he knew and didn't know were talking about what kind of loser Qi Ying had become. Some people sympathized with others and others were disdainful, but at Yumen Pass, he was still a stranger. A dream to keep pursuing.
This feeling is very strange... He struggled, he fought hard, and until now he has only seen a glimmer of light. Even if he returns to the capital, everyone will still think that he is a waste that has accomplished nothing, and even he is afraid of facing the unknown future. It's all about holding on with one breath. But unknowingly, many people have heard of him and even worship him as his idol.
At this moment, the oiran in the red dress could also see that the person in front of her was uneasy. The melancholy temperament that arose spontaneously made her vaguely feel that she had seen the face of the talented young master in her imagination.
When she saw the wetness in the corner of the other person's eyes, a string in her heart seemed to be plucked, her expression changed twice, she finally took a deep breath, stood up, put her delicate hands on her waist, and untied her skirt. The red dress floats down...