Transmigrating into a book: After getting married, I found that the target of the strategy has chang

When he arrived at the entrance of Chengnan Music House, Gu Changfeng realized belatedly that this scene seemed somewhat familiar.

As the largest music house and brothel in the south of the city, it formed a very sharp contrast with the deserted outer street: the broth like running water poured out from the side door, which was the leftovers of the diners, while people not far away could only sit at the door holding dry pickles and smelling the smell; the music house had already replaced the heavy door curtains inlaid with gems early in the winter, and except for here, ordinary people on the street still wore thin clothes with embroidered patches.

He pushed the door open anyway. It must be said that this place was extremely luxurious. If one didn't know, one might think that a door curtain led to the capital city.

The dancers were dancing the most popular dance on the stage tirelessly. The heating was strong enough and everyone was wearing thin clothes. A thin layer of sweat formed on their bodies from the constant dancing, making the clothes fit better to their bodies.

There were circles of distinguished people sitting in the audience, from outsiders to presents. The more precious the things thrown onto the stage, the more likely they were to get to sit in the inner circle and watch.

The smell of powder mixed with the aroma of fine wine made him squint his eyes as soon as he came in. It seemed like he had seen this scene somewhere before.

Seeing that he was dressed in fancy clothes, the proprietress took the initiative to sway over and said, "Sir, is this your first time here? Who are you going to see?"

Gu Changfeng looked behind her and saw someone playing the piano behind the screen.

The proprietress was a sensible person. She called someone to lead the way: "This is a new talent in recent years, his name is Huan Quge, and his best song is the one you are playing now, Gao Shan Liu Shui. Young master is a refined person, why don't you go to the private room?"

"The private room is too quiet, why don't I sit with that brother?"

"That's fine. I'll ask for you."

Gu Changfeng nodded. The person watching Qu Ge's performance seemed to be drunk. He squinted his eyes to look at the person behind the screen and shook his wine glass. If he liked the music, he should keep quiet, but he seemed to be looking at others through Qu Ge.

After a while, the proprietress invited him over.

As soon as he sat down, he heard the man take the initiative to talk to him, "Look how much he looks like him."

From this angle, Qu Ge's profile looks very much like Shen Mingjue.

"But one is a singer and the other is a pianist. I thought that with the cash cow gone, there would be no one here who could match them, but I didn't expect the lady boss to find such a replacement. It can be considered as... a temporary reprieve from my worries."

The people around him laughed at him for being stupid: "He is the general's son, how could he look down on you and me? Now that Master Qu is here, it can be considered a good ending."

"Yeah, it's a happy ending. Why don't you have a drink too, sir?"

Gu Changfeng took the glass of wine and drank it all.

To outsiders, it seemed as if he was also an infatuated lover who once admired Shen Mingjue. He came here to drink, hoping that he could mistake Mr. Qu for a man while drunk and come to see his beloved.

Not long after drinking the wine, the aftereffects came. Gu Changfeng narrowed his eyes like most of the diners and muttered, "Ming Jue..."

The two people beside him laughed.

"Look, another lovesick person."

"Is it you, Ming Jue?" Gu Changfeng didn't expect that he would get drunk with just one glass of wine. His gaze towards the screen gradually became blurred, but his consciousness gradually became clearer. The memory that belonged to Gu Changfeng himself finally came out from the depths of his mind.

The person behind the screen seemed to have become smaller, wearing ill-fitting clothes. There was a cinnabar mole painted on his delicate face, between his eyebrows, and moles on his cheeks. He wore a long wig on his head, which was inappropriate and couldn't be taken off. As the crowd laughed, the little boy cried out "wow".