"The clue is broken!" After hearing what Chen Niang said, Xiaochen frowned and pondered. If the red pavilion refers to the rest room, what about the thousands of rooms in the red building? Looking for it, so the clues to see Hongge are currently broken.
"The only one who has thoughts is Yuexia Yaotai. I have to go to the stage and have a look." Xiaochen thought.
"Where is the stage?" Xiaochen asked. After hearing this, Chen Niang stood up and pointed towards the outdoor rockery and said, "Sir, look over there. Walk into the garden and you can see it after passing a section of cobblestones. It’s the stage.”
Xiaochen nodded and thanked him before turning around and leaving.
Chen Niang watched him leave for a while, then sighed and continued to sit down.
Crossing the red pavilion and passing through a short section of open-air rockery, inside the circular arch is where the stage is. The top of the stage is the sky. Unknowingly, Xiaochen feels that he has not seen those who came in together for a long time. As for the other guests, they seemed to slowly disappear.
It seemed that only Xiao Chen and the three thousand mortal women were left in the entire Huamanlou.
At this time, there was a bright moon in the sky. If viewed from a distance, the moon seemed to be in the middle of the stage. This scene also made Xiao Chen more convinced that Yuexia Yaotai refers to the stage.
There is a woman playing the guzheng on the stage. The sound of the strings is bursting with sadness and joy. The figure is very prominent under the cold moonlight, and people can't help but focus their eyes on it.
There were also some women under the stage looking at her with envy and whispering: "Qing'er is so lucky and beautiful."
"Yes, why am I not the one being redeemed?"
"I envy her..." Although the woman said she was envious, her face showed a look of jealousy. She thought she was not as good looking as that young girl, but she was not as lucky as her.
The woman playing the guzheng was the most beautiful woman Xiaochen had ever seen in the entire Huamanlou. She was wearing an elegant light pink dress, and her face was relatively pure. Her facial features were exquisite, her face was small, and her figure looked slim and graceful against the backdrop of the dress.
Presumably, that was Qing'er, whom the other women envied, the woman who was about to be ransomed.
Listening to the previous words in the hall, the person who redeemed Qing'er was a poet, which sounded quite romantic.
Xiaochen walked around some women and approached slowly. As he passed by, the other women continued chatting as if they had turned a blind eye. Even when Xiaochen passed between them, there was no reaction at all.
Seeing Xiaochen getting closer and closer, Qing'er also flicked the surface of the piano with his hand, stopped playing, stood up and bowed: "Good evening, sir!"
Seeing that Xiao Chen was almost reaching the stage, Qing'er showed some anxiety on his face. He hesitated for a while and then said: "Master, please stop. Qing'er has already paid the deposit for the sale of his life. Now he is considered a heirloom. No more." Picking up guests.”
"I'm so sorry, sir, please respect yourself!" Qing'er bowed again.
After hearing this, Xiaochen stopped in embarrassment and put one foot on the stage, neither up nor down. However, after thinking about it for a moment, he still stepped onto the stage.
Seeing this, Qing'er took half a step back. For her, her body is the most important thing at the moment. After paying the deposit, she will not allow anyone else to touch her, except for that person...
Stopping, Xiaochen said: "Qing'er, I don't mean any harm, I just want to ask you some questions."
"Young master, if you have any doubts, please ask. Qing'er must know everything and tell me everything." Qing'er lowered his head and said calmly.
After thinking for a while, Xiaochen asked the question he wanted to know the most.
"I wonder if this stage is the Yuexia Yao Stage."
But Qing'er shook his head and said, "No, this stage has no name."
Seeing this, Xiao Chen also looked puzzled. He had speculated that the woman he was looking for might be the Qing'er in front of him, because she was the one who was about to be redeemed among the women in the mortal world. In Xiao Chen's view, she was also the most special one. .
But now listening to Qing'er's answer, Xiaochen couldn't help but frown.
When Rong Ye mentioned the "promise" before, Xiao Chen was wondering if he was playing the role of a man who made a promise to a brothel woman to redeem himself, and he came here just to take her out and fulfill his promise.
"But now that Qing'er sees me as a stranger, she also denies that Yuexia Yaotai is this stage."
"It seems that the fourth clue is crucial, otherwise the clues we have now are all scattered. The first sentence crosses thousands of mountains and rivers, and the third sentence confirms the love in the red pavilion. There is no place to explore at all."
"The only one who has given clear clues is this Yuexia Yaotai, which is the stage in front of me." Xiaochen thought, and then started to check around the Yaotai to see if he could find some hidden information.
Qing'er saw Xiaochen walking around on the stage and felt a little embarrassed standing in the middle, so she retreated to the side. She didn't understand what the young master in front of her was looking for.
"This is the first time I have come to a brothel without looking for something from a woman." Qing'er thought to herself, of course she would not say such words.
On the red stage, Xiaochen even lifted up the carpet and took a look, but there was no clue.
Unavoidably, he was a little disappointed, but he still didn't give up and asked shamelessly: "Qing'er... I wonder where your red pavilion is?" After asking this, Xiaochen turned his eyes slightly. This question was very impolite. I know, but I still want to try it.
Qing'er glanced at him in shock, then turned her head away coldly and remained silent. It could be seen from her trembling hands that she was suppressing the anger of being humiliated.
Seeing this, Xiaochen waited for a while, and seeing that she was still silent, he had no choice but to walk off the stage in silence.
Seeing him leaving, Qing'er calmed down and sat back in front of Gu Zheng again, thinking about something, with a hint of happy expectation in the corners of her eyes.
Xiaochen lowered his head in thought and stepped into a side hall. There were still some thoughts in his mind that he could not sort out, so he casually asked the woman beside him: "Do you know where Qing'er's Red Pavilion is?"
The woman was surprised for a moment, then suddenly smiled, looked at Xiaochen's face, her eyes lit up, and said, "Young Master, was Qing'er rejected?"
"I'm not bad either. I know all the thirteen moves of Hanafang. How about you choose me?" Liu'er looked at Xiaochen and asked.
Xiaochen glanced at her strangely, and then continued: "I still want to know where her room is..."
Unexpectedly, Liu'er said with a calm look: "What a sinner, another person like this, are all you men like this? What's so good about Qing'er? Everyone gathered around her, she It's cold, but it's not like I can hurt others..."
After hearing this, Xiaochen fell silent. The woman in front of him seemed to be very jealous of Qing'er.
Seeing his silence, Liu'er lowered her eyes and said reluctantly: "Mom has set the rules, we can't talk about it."
"Excuse me." Xiaochen turned around and wanted to leave. The clues in the Hongge seemed to be completely hopeless.
Suddenly, he thought of something, turned around and asked, "Why are all you men like this? Are there many people like me before?"
Listening to the eager tone, Liu'er was stunned for a moment before saying, "Yes, the men who come to the building will look down on the other sisters as soon as they see Qing'er. They all do the same."
After hearing this, Xiaochen frowned and asked, "Is there any particularly infatuated one, one that left a deep impression on you?"
"That's rare, let me think about it..." Liu'er frowned and leaned against the pillar, her small fan swaying gently, as if she was deep in thought.
After a while, she said: "There are several of them! One is the Shigui who wants to ransom Qing'er, there are also Wang Guanren from the capital, Zhang Guanren and Mr. Cheng from outside..."
Hearing her read a dozen names in succession, Xiao Chen became confused. After writing them down one by one, he asked: "Is there anyone who looks like me, or is about the same age as me?"
Hearing this, Liu'er became a little interested. She carefully observed Xiaochen's face and said infatuatedly: "There is no one as handsome as the young master. As for the young one, there is one."
"Who?" Xiaochen asked quickly.
"Poetry ghost! Who knows that poetry ghost won the exam at the age of seventeen and became a master of civil examination. But what a pity, after he won the exam, he got drunk and talked nonsense, wrote treasonous poems, and was imprisoned in the sky prison. Originally, He was destined to die, but the prime minister at that time, Shangguan, saved his life and saved his life."
"What a strange man, but what he did next made Lord Shangguan completely angry. You said that he would not marry the prime minister's daughter, but he would marry a girl from a brothel. Why? If he offended Lord Shangguan, he would not be able to live in such a good life. It's the end." Liu'er said all this with a bit of regret, and couldn't help but shake her head slightly.
After hearing this, Xiaochen pondered for a long time, muttering two words: "Poetry ghost...verse?" Then he thought about the three clues in his hand, wondering whether the missing one might be the last remaining line of the poem.
"Has this poetry ghost ever composed a poem and given it to Qing'er?" Xiaochen asked uncertainly.
Liu'er waved her fan impatiently and said, "Young Master doesn't leave her alone in what she said, so you might as well ask her, why bother asking me." After that, she went on her own.
Xiaochen thought for a while, then stood up and walked towards the path he came from.
Crossing the vermilion threshold, he looked outside. The moonlight was still softly falling in the sky. The scent of rouge and gouache filled the flower-filled building. The atmosphere of luxury filled the place. Women coming and going were all dressed in rich clothes and makeup. Either he walked by in a hurry, or he stopped to chat, but he was like a passerby from another space, walking by without causing a ripple.
In front of him was still the scene of the woman playing the guzheng. Xiaochen paused for a moment, then quickly stepped forward and walked to her in the face of the somewhat withdrawn eyes.
Qing'er didn't get up again this time. She adjusted the scales with her hands and said coldly: "Young master, is there anything else you can do if you come here again?" Since she became a shepherd, a person as stubborn as the person in front of her can be regarded as a stalker. After seeing it too much, she was naturally used to it.
Xiao Chen hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Girl, don't worry. I'm not here because of the previous question. I just want to ask girl, has the poetry ghost written a poem for you?"
