The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

"So what if the new girl is here, can you sing the feeling of Yulu girl?"

"That's right, Miss Yulu's "Itch" has no soul!"

At this time, behind the light gauze, a graceful figure appeared, and an extremely charming voice sounded: "My lords, the little girl's name is Jiang Liu'er. When she was a baby, she was picked up by her adoptive parents from a wooden basin in the river flowing down the river. Upbringing, the adoptive parents are very kind to the little girl. Now the adoptive parents are seriously ill. Liu'er just wants to cure their illness and give them a peaceful old age. Now Liu'er has only been in Tianxiang Pavilion for two and a half days. She is good at zither, flute and pipa And the lyre, a piece of "Itch" is presented to all young masters..."

Inside the room.

Zhao Hao: "???"

Now he really wants to rush to the stage to beat people, but if he really rushes down, the business of the entire Tianxiang Pavilion will be affected.

This kind of thing like a big guy in women's clothing is like a cockroach in everyone's mind. When you see one, you will inevitably make up a nest.

At that time, my good fellow, Tianxiang Pavilion is full of women's bigwigs, who would dare to come in and spend?

The people in the audience were in a commotion for a while, and many people expressed their dislike for the newcomer. After all, in their hearts, Miss Yulu is the eternal god, and everyone else has no soul.

However, there were still some people who saw Jiang Liu'er's voice better, and there was a lively discussion in the audience until Jiang Liu'er played the first pipa string.

"He~ is a touch of the setting sun~"

Everyone fell silent, and in a blink of an eye, they were taken to that ambiguous, charming, soft and charming artistic conception.

Only Zhao Hao's eyes were ready to shoot fire, and his fists were clenched hard, completely different from other people's parts.

Lao Yang was curious: "Master, this girl obviously sings much better than Miss Yulu, why are you still angry?"

Luo Shui also rarely showed appreciation, and even posted a short comment: "This is nice and filial."

Zhao Hao: "..."

I am Nima!

A song is over.

The pipa sound has not yet fallen, and there is an unknown number of red silk.

A piece of music directly brought Tianxiang Pavilion an income of more than [-] gold by visual estimation. This special girl was only popular with the hottest oiran, and it had to be rushed to the time when there was a big family.

The beasts in clothes and clothes under the stage boiled up.

"Miss Liu'er, you are so kind!"

"Miss Liu'er, you are so beautiful!"

"Mist Grass, awesome!"

"Miss Yulu? Hehe, I don't even want dogs!"

"Who? Who is Miss Yulu?"

"Felt worthless for my cousin."

"Miss Liu'er, my uncle is the servant of the official department. I have admired my little concubine for a long time, but I know that this is against human relations, so I endured it very painfully. I will pay you two thousand gold. Come home with me!"

"Mist grass, you are still shameless."

Many local tyrants were willing to pay a lot of money to redeem Jiang Liu'er back home as a concubine, but Jiang Liu'er just covered his mouth and chuckled, and said some nasty words to the local tyrants, and finally let it go, and returned to the backstage with the dream of countless pleasure-seekers .

Zhao Hao stood up with fists clenched: "You two, elbow me!"

Lao Yang suddenly became excited, and felt a little embarrassed: "Oh! My son, I really don't need it! I only have cultivation in my mind now, and I will talk about the matter with Miss Liu'er later. I really don't need it now!"

With that said, he helped Zhao Hao open the door of the private room.

Luo Shui rolled his eyes for a while, and his hand holding the sword tightened.

A moment later, backstage.

Zhao Hao slammed Jiang Liu on the face with a spindle: "The dead monster kicked his nose in the face, right? Sooner or later, my business in Tianxiang Pavilion will be ruined by you!"

Seeing this scene, the Qing people left the backstage one after another, not daring to watch the excitement.

Others don't know Jiang Liu's identity, but they know that he is the former boss of Tianxiang Pavilion after all, or the partner of Tianxiang Pavilion plus non-staff employees, and he is the best employee.

This shit is fighting with the current boss, who dares to watch the excitement?

Lao Yang: "..."

Luo Shui: "..."

They seemed to be on the same page, and each of them looked weirder than the other, as if eating half a worm after eating an apple.

Jiang Liu rubbed the slightly swollen apple muscles, and looked at Zhao Hao with resentment: "Mr. Zhao..."

Zhao Hao picked up the fruit knife on the table: "If you keep showing off, I will satisfy your desire to be stabbed."

Jiang Liu immediately said seriously: "Brother Zhao, don't misunderstand, I just can't bear the dust on this song after Miss Yulu left, I really have no selfishness at all!"

A word of righteousness and sincerity.

Zhao Hao sneered: "Do you think I will believe you? Don't think that I don't know who the No. [-] artist is, and you are not afraid of being discovered and killed by customers!"

"What? You know everything?"

Jiang Liu's face turned pale in shock, and she quickly assured her, "Brother Zhao, don't worry, I'm only doing 1 Jiujiu here, and they won't find out."

Zhao Hao: "..."

He rubbed his temples, already a little suspicious of life: "You are a prince, why can't you find a man? Why do you despise yourself so much?"

Jiang Liu sighed: "You think I don't want to look for it, everyone's orientation is normal!"

Zhao Hao got angry: "The orientation of my guests here is also normal!"

Jiang Liu asked back: "Isn't it okay if they don't find out?"

Zhao Hao: "I am..."

Jiang Liu: "Brother Zhao, please!"

Zhao Hao: "..."

Lao Yang: "..."

Luo Shui: "..."

The girl who was always a cruel swordsman now felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, like a thorn in her back, like a thorn in her throat. The pair of small cloth shoes on her feet were already arched by the back of her feet, and she was afraid that she would not be able to stand stably.