Rebirth Of The General’s Granddaughter

Purple quiet walked up to him and said softly: "Wang Fangwei, if you want to see me being punished by my grandfather, I want to see my grandfather angry, you will tell him today. Otherwise, you shut up."

After that, I didn’t wait for Fang Dasheng to return, and turned to go to the biggest geisha building, “Chu Yao Guan”.

The geisha of "Chu Yao Guan", the art of selling is not sold, as the name suggests, the geisha here, all have a beautiful waist of Yang Liu, of course, whether it is song and dance, instrumental music, and chess and painting, the girls here, Not to lose to anyone.

At this time, it is the daytime, although there is no more passengers in the evening, it is still the sound of silk and bamboo, and it is full of fun and lively.

Dressing up the enchanting and moving, the arrogant dancers, along with the music, singing, dancing long sleeves, the waist and the waist, attracted those narrow passengers, patted the slap and shouted loudly.

In the end, it is Kyoto. There are wealthy idlers who come and enjoy themselves during the day. Purple and shameless grin, for grandfather, uncle and those who are stationed in the border for many years are worthless.

"Yeah, you are here, please!" Purple was less than a minute, and the old man warmly greeted him.

Waiting to see the beautiful appearance of the purple, the eyes flashed a trace of amazing. This little son is good! It is the most beautiful girl in the "Chuya Pavilion", and there is no such a stunning color.

How long are these eyes? Gems, crystals, fear that there is no such beautiful, crystal clear, bright and deep.

The old man stared at the purple eyes, as if he was enchanted, he did not speak for a long time.

Until Ziyou asked her: "Mom, can you have a clean official who hasn't picked up yet?"

The old man woke up and replied in a row: "There are some, the son of you, please. I don't know what kind of official you want? Is it going to sing a song? Or will you dance? Or will you play the piano and draw? If you If you want 18 martial arts, you can afford it. The slaves also have it here, but the price is expensive."

Purple is too lazy to follow her around the bend, and said straight into the knife: "You can dance. You call the Qingguan who will dance, all over, the young master must personally choose."

"Well, you wait for the son, the slaves will bring you the official of the dance hall. Little peach, let the son of the tea."

Purple and quietly put the sound, the dumb and low, and will read the countless old man, deceived the past; I thought she was the rich man of the rich family, to pick the dancers, go home to hospitality.

After a while, the old man led twenty-two and two, aged twelve or three, to the age of fifteen or six, and came in.

Laughing at the purple and charming smile: "The son of the son is really a good eye! Not a slave to boast, our "Chu Yao Pavilion" of the official, all are top-notch."

Said, pulling out a girl who is about fifteen years old, looks charming and enchanting, boasting: "The green sleeve girl is the best in the official, the dance is the best, and the passenger will be picked up soon, the son of the grandson, whether she wants to jump on One song, give you a look? The long sleeve dance of green sleeves is a must."

It is very good, the price is definitely good. For the scum of Mu Yingrui, spend thousands of dollars, he also matches?

Purple sneer in my heart. But leaning on the back of the chair, lazy said: "Do not jump alone, let the girl dance together."

"Yes." The old man shut up very well and immediately went to the musician. What the guests need, they have to do it, this is the rule of this line.

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