After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

"Is he here?"

"Here it comes, I see it."

"Do you see clearly?"

"Look carefully, it's from the carriage with the Xie family emblem." The maid pulled down the curtain of the window and said in a low voice.

The powerful families in Beijing are headed by Wang and Xie. Family emblems are something that only powerful families that have gone through several generations have.

Xie Yunji held a high position at a young age. He had an unparalleled appearance and brilliant literary talent, making him a distinguished figure in the capital. He was the object of admiration of many noble ladies.

Although she didn't know why he came to this place of fireworks, how could she remain indifferent when God made her meet such a legendary figure?

The bright moonlight shone through the lattice window onto her face, and the bizarre spots of light made her pretty face seem a little distorted.

She no longer hesitated, and her sorrow finally found an outlet.

The tea on the table was brewed three times, and the color of the tea soup became lighter.

Song Nihuan poured herself a cup of cold tea and drank it all in one gulp, but it still couldn't quench the strange burning sensation.

The aphrodisiac that the brothel owner gave her was really vicious! She cursed inwardly, her red lips bitten until they turned white, and there was a cold light of desperation in her eyes, as if she had made some important decision.

At this moment, there was a hurried knock on the door.

This voice made her frown even tighter. The maid also had a worried look on her face and whispered, "Mother Chen is here. I'm afraid someone in the front hall has taken down the lady's nameplate."

As he spoke, he quickly opened the door.

The door opened, and what came into view was the gorgeous face of Mrs. Chen from Furaoting. She was smiling, and when she walked, a scented breeze came up, which made the pearl necklaces on the curtains jingle.

The sounds of stringed instruments and orchestras outside the door were even louder.

Looking from inside the door, one could see a stunning dancer whirling on the high platform. A wooden peach-shaped plaque with the word "Qi Huan" engraved on it had been hung high, with a festive red silk hanging on it.

A wooden sign with a red silk hanging on it indicated that someone had spent a fortune to buy her first night.

Mother Chen looked at the empty beauty cup on the table and sneered, "Oh, my lady, don't waste your time. If my Fu Rao Ting's secret medicine can be dissolved by drinking a few glasses of water, then would I still be doing this?"

"Mother Chen is joking. Qi Huan just became more and more thirsty after taking the medicine."

She has a stunning appearance. Today, she is wearing a scarlet dress and looks prettier than a flower. Her slender waist makes her breasts look even rounder and fuller.

This smile made even Mother Chen, who was used to seeing beautiful women, hold her breath and exclaim in admiration -

Beauty is rare, she is worthy of being sold for a thousand taels of gold in one night. A night of spring is truly worth a thousand taels of gold.

After listing, with such beauty, how much money will she make and how many powerful people will she get to meet! ?

"Well, you're thirsty, right? Someone is here to quench your thirst." Mother Chen looked at Song Nihuan with a smile, and handed her a sweet white glazed flat jar while speaking, "Take a good look at the posture inside, and serve Mr. Wang for me!"

Song Nihuan took the jar with a red face. The men and women on the inner wall of the jar were naked, doing embarrassing poses.

She had been forced to learn it before, and it was really humiliating.

Mother Chen seemed to remember something, turned around, and a shady smile appeared on her face: "Don't even think about running away. You took a lot of spring, and if you don't have a man to break your virginity, you won't live to see the next day."

"That's not right. Ever since my house was confiscated and I was exiled to the Music Bureau, and then came to this Furaoting, it is thanks to your education, Mama Chen, that I am able to survive in this world." Song Nihuan flattered insincerely. Thinking of Mama Chen's methods, she couldn't help but tremble a little, and her words were more sincere.

Mother Chen nodded with satisfaction, stood up, took Song Nihuan's hand and patted it gently.

After Madam Chen left, she threw away the filthy pickling jar, suppressed the heat in her waist and abdomen, and said to the maid, "I will go to Zhuoxiang Pavilion first. I heard that Master Xie is kind and benevolent. You must lure him here according to the plan."

The Xie family is a noble and aristocratic family. It is rumored that Mr. Xie is a handsome man. If she must find a man tonight, she wants to make the decision herself!

The Zhuoxiang Pavilion is located in a hidden place in the Furao Courtyard and has been abandoned for many years. It will take some time for Mother Chen to find it.

At this moment, the sky outside the window suddenly became brighter. Song Nihuan looked up and suddenly countless fireworks rose into the dark night sky, dazzling and brilliant.

Back then, a young man also set off fireworks for her.

He was a cold and sharp-tongued boy with a compassionate heart. He was gentle and kind only to her, but her features were blurred and her memory could not remember clearly.

Fireworks enter the night sky, accompanied by stars and the moon.

Today, the sky is still filled with fireworks, but the young man is no longer there.

A hint of sadness fell on Song Nihuan's beautiful eyebrows, but in just a moment, she regained her composure.

Someone has to take the medicine. If I can establish a friendship with Xie Yunji, it will be like finding myself a perfect shelter. By then, I can definitely use my relationship with him to escape from my lowly status...

Song Nihuan raised her hand and touched her increasingly hot cheek. She pursed her red lips, her mind full of thoughts. As her heart pounded, she determined her decision.

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The door of the Zhuoxiang Pavilion slammed open, stirring up a cloud of dust. Under the bright moonlight, Song Nihuan, leaning against the abandoned incense table, met a pair of slightly cold eyes.

The man was tall and thin, wearing a black crane cloak. Under the wide hood was a handsome and stern face. His eyes slowly fell on Song Nihuan...

It was the middle of winter, but she was wearing a silk dress made of silk. You could vaguely see that her skin had turned a clear light pink due to the cold.

Seeing her dressed like this, he was obviously stunned for a moment, his eyes briefly passed over her and quickly fell elsewhere.

There was no emotion in his tone: "Madam, do you want to see me for a matter concerning your life?"

After all, it was the first time for Song Nihuan to do such a seductive thing. She felt a little helpless when he looked at her. Her heart tightened and she asked in a trembling voice, "Are you Mr. Xie?"

He was obviously stunned, and then nodded slightly.

After getting the expected answer, Song Nihuan's slender waist trembled slightly as she leaned on the incense table. Although the wide sleeves she wore were as thin as a cicada's wing, they seemed to weigh a thousand pounds at this moment. She unconsciously twisted slightly to let the sleeves slide to the ground, uttering shameful murmurs.

He looked down at her in confusion.

There was a bitter sandalwood scent on the young man, which made her want to get closer and closer.

The arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Song Nihuan bit her lip and said softly, "Please have mercy on me, sir..."