The Madam watched Xiao Chen leave step by step with curiosity in her eyes.
The people around Xiaochen were still divided into the innocent group of young people and the reality of adults. The two groups of people were noisy, but each was chatting about their own topics.
They don't care about the passers-by around them and are just immersed in their own world.
Standing between the two groups, Xiaochen stood and thought for a while, but the conversations around him kept coming towards him.
"Do you think Sister Qing'er will be a concubine or a wife after she goes out?"
"Hey? Can I still be a real wife?"
"No, don't you look at the infatuated look on that Shigui's face every time he comes."
At another table, several older women said: "There are only three days left before we can watch the show..."
"My mother also tolerated her and made so many customers look..."
"Hey, I think that Qing'er is quite pitiful."
"What's the pity for? I'm twenty-four and I don't even have a chance, her? Why!"
Xiaochen listened for a while, then sat down at the young girl's table, and slowly said: "I don't think Shigui will come to redeem Qing'er."
After saying this, three or four girls at the table looked at him in astonishment. One of them, Xiao Lan, who looked about six or seven years old, said rather unconvincingly: "Why do you say that, sir? The poetry ghost will definitely come." !”
"Yes, yes! He will also marry Qing'er as his official wife, and then the two of them will live happily together."
"Young Master, what you say is too much."
"Shigui will definitely come!"
Several people were making noisy noises, and their words completely rejected Xiaochen's inference. No one questioned why he said this.
Smiling softly, he slowly stood up amidst the noise. He already knew who he was looking for, or who he could look for...
Following his memory, walking through the corridor and around the center stage of the inner hall, Xiaochen looked at the lonely figure sitting in the corner and walked forward silently.
Chen Niang seemed to be aware of Xiaochen's approach and raised her face full of vicissitudes of life.
Xiaochen paused, sighed, and said word by word:
"Crossing thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers, I will settle down on the Yaotai under the moon for the rest of my life;"
"The red pavilion sighs at farewell all night, and the sparrows and duckweeds finally make their home!"
Tears fell silently from her eyes, and there was no surprise on her face, only sadness and sadness, and this moment suddenly stopped.
Chen Niang seemed to want to say something, but the promise came too late. She had already given up hope, and her heart had died.
"Love is a shell filled with sweet lies. When the lies are exposed, only fragments of a place with a bad reputation will remain."
"You should have passed the test." Xiaochen said softly.
The stagnant picture slowly distorted and dissipated, until the surrounding environment began to appear here. Xiaochen once again stood in front of the counter where the madam was, and at this time, the madam had already turned into Rong Ye.
Holding the letter between her fingers, she seemed to be quite curious about Xiaochen's choice. She asked with amusement on her face: "How did you find out? The leader of the flower boat crossing the river!"
Xiao Chen looked at her interested expression and slowly said: "There is actually only one of the three thousand beauties, and they are all young children. It's just that they are young children of different ages. Some are young and ignorant. There is also her who advocates money after experiencing betrayal, there is also her who has completely lost confidence in herself and is addicted to Buddhism, and there is also her who was injured in the end but could not wait for her lover."
"And in the entire Hua Man Lou fantasy just now, it was just you and me, Qing'er."
"The person I'm looking for actually appeared from the beginning, and the three thousand beauties are just phantoms!"
Xiaochen didn't care about the other contestants. Since Rong Ye called him the leader of the flower boat crossing the river, there was no doubt that he was the first to pass.
"Bah bang bang!"
"Wonderful, wonderful, truly worthy of being the leader!"
Rong Ye clapped his hands, seemingly praising him, and then asked again: "Then why don't you go find that Qing'er on the stage?"
Thinking of the beautiful Qing'er on the stage, Xiao Chen was also in a daze, even if it was the biggest murderous intention in this level.
What she was waiting for was the poetry ghost the day after tomorrow, and he was not a poetry ghost.
But once he chooses the wrong person, Xiaochen can no longer think about it.
Then Xiaochen raised his head and said quite profoundly: "If regret has never been experienced, is it still regret?" Just like those women who are younger than Qing'er, all of them are extremely convinced that Shi Gui is back, and those who are younger than Qing'er The older ones all insisted that the poetry ghost was a liar.
In fact, everyone older than Qing'er met the conditions for being brought out, but Xiaochen felt that Chen Niang was the most pitiable, so he did whatever he wanted.
Rong Ye was stunned for a moment after hearing this. She was thinking about something because of Xiaochen's words, and then smiled bitterly.
"Master Xiao is indeed worthy of his reputation!" Rong Ye praised.
Hearing this, Xiaochen looked at him doubtfully, had Rong Ye heard of him before?
"Hahaha!"
Rong Ye's laughter echoed in the inner hall of the flower-filled building, and the lampstand in front of her was shaken to the point of ripples. Such laughter made people feel no joy.
On the contrary, it sent shivers down Xiaochen's spine.
It took her a long time to stop laughing, and she said tiredly, "Actually, you are wrong about one thing."
"What?" Xiaochen's pupils suddenly shrank and he asked quickly.
Rong Ye's eyes showed a look of memories, and he said slowly: "Actually, there are only two of us, just you and me..."
Xiaochen suddenly looked at her in disbelief and said, "Qing'er is you... Are you Qing'er?"
Then he took a closer look at Rong Ye's face. She didn't look like Qing'er, but her appearance was just a skin to a ghost, so it didn't matter.
Seeing the confusion on Xiaochen's face, Rong Ye smiled softly, and the appearance on his face began to change, and finally he looked exactly like Qing'er.
Compared with the charm she had just now, she looked more innocent now, but her face was more cold and cold.
"Is this your original appearance?" Xiaochen asked.
Rong Ye nodded expressionlessly, as if he had recalled something, and his face also showed sadness and anger: "Shigui lied to me, and I was trapped in a brothel all my life. I resented him extremely, and why did he give me I hope, why!!!”
"He didn't give me hope. I didn't have to care about those dirty looks."
"In the end...guess what happened to me..." Rong Ye paused at this point, and his face began to distort, as terrifying as a ghost.
Xiaochen glanced at her sympathetically, then looked away and said no more.
"I found him. I skinned him, cramped him, and cut him into pieces. His soul is still lighting the soul lamp!"
Having said this, Rong Ye's distorted face slowly calmed down. After a moment of silence, he said, "Do you know why I am telling you this?"
Xiaochen thought about the word "leader" and then thought about Lan Xin, and quietly began to hold the Kong Ran Ling in his hand.
"Is it because of Lan Xin?" Xiao Chen asked.
Rong Ye raised the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, glanced at Xiaochen's little movements, shook his head and said, "This little trick can't do anything to me. Go in and see her for the last time."
"What did you do to Lan Xin?" Xiao Chen whispered.
"You can tell by looking at it yourself, why bother asking me!" Rong Ye said playfully, her words seemed to be quite interested, as if she had found some interesting toy, but she was not hostile at all.
Strange woman...
Xiaochen looked at her indifferently. It seemed that she knew about her and Lan Xin's affairs, and she was not afraid of Hong Ran's order.
After looking at her several times again, Xiaochen turned around and walked towards the door at the end of the corridor. He had obtained the leader, and according to the rules, Lan Xin should be inside the door.
Playing with the letter boredly, listening to the footsteps behind him that seemed to be fading away, Rong Ye suddenly turned around and asked: "Do you know who the original oiran was?"
Xiaochen turned around after hearing this. Although he had the answer in his heart, he remained silent...
"It's me! Poor and lucky boy..." Rong Ye seemed to be tired of playing with the envelope in his hand, and lit it with the soul fire burning on the edge. Listening to the whine in the flame, she became sickly Laughed loudly: "Hahahaha!"
Listening to the wanton and crazy laughter behind him, Xiao Chen felt that it was extremely ridiculous, that man had gone crazy.
"Madman!" Xiaochen cursed secretly, then reached out, held the cold door handle, and pushed open the door.
After Xiaochen left, Rong Ye murmured in despair: "Why bother, why give her hope..."
After opening the door of the room, Xiaochen seemed to have arrived in a new space. In front of him was a four-leaf screen embroidered with the flowers of the other side. The colors were bright, and a touch of gold was painted on the edge of the fiery red flowers of the other side. There was even more. Divide paper and get drunk. The screen blocked most of the scenery in the room. Through the gap, Xiaochen seemed to see a woman behind her, with her back to him, sitting on a soft couch in the distance.
After bypassing the screen, the scenery in the room is fully revealed. The red bed, soft couch, silk quilt, and the red tulle are located at the forefront of the line of sight. The lights on the window sill reflect the room in a fiery red, and even the sky is full of... The smell of sweet honey and the trace of sadness make people want to be immersed in it. The woman sitting on the chair seemed to have just heard the footsteps behind her, revealing a large area of her snow-white body and unable to stop trembling.
Xiaochen stood a few steps behind the woman and stopped. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of him, he trembled and asked, "Lan Xin, is that you?"
After hearing this, the woman's body trembled violently. She did not answer Xiaochen's question. Instead, she read the poem in her hand: "The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the flowers on the other side fall into the River of Forgetfulness..."
It's the song Xiaochen wrote, but it's not the song Xiaochen wants to hear...
The woman's voice is very pleasant, like the spring breeze blowing in February, soft and comfortable, and like the clear water flowing slowly, gentle but with some charm, and like the sake buried in winter, finally tasted in spring. Generally, people are immersed in it unconsciously.
At this time, she also slowly read out the last sentence: "I don't know when love will arise, love will destroy the life of reincarnation!"
