Opposite the entrance hall

Singing and singing every night, enjoying the drunken life and dreaming of death when there is wine today,

The silk and bamboo are melodious, and the lingering sound is endless. Unlike the laughter and coquettishness of various obscene songs in the hall, the wing rooms on the second floor are much quieter.

When Jiu Niang was playing the piano, she looked at the person who was drinking alone in front of her. She stopped, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. Gu Zi poured a glass of wine, with his elbows on the table, his five fingers holding the mouth of the cup and dangling in mid-air, his eyes said affectionately: "Master Yang, if you drink like this, you will get drunk in a short time, why don't I accompany you for two drinks?" cup?"

Yang Qin glanced at the people beside him with a cold face, then raised his head and drank the wine, then refilled it.

Seeing people ignoring her, Jiu Niang was not angry, she shrugged her shoulders and sipped her wine, and said slowly: "Here, I don't want to have fun in Hualou, but drink alone, Master Yang is also the only one. What’s on your mind? If you’re suffering alone, it’s better to talk to my slave, maybe you can feel more at ease.”

I don't know if her words had an effect, or Yang Qin was really preoccupied, his eyes darkened by three points, and he took another sip of the wine, and then he said in a hoarse voice, "You have been with Ah Yan for so long, and it hurts him to be in your heart." A little bit different?"

The words came out of nowhere, and Jiu Niang was stunned by the question, the corners of her mouth twitched, full of affection: "Master Ji treats the slave family so well, the slave family must be very envious."

"You love him when he treats you well? How can there be such an easy thing in the world!" Yang Qin put the wine glass heavily on the table, his face full of anger.

He didn't know how angry he was about his own affairs.

Jiuniang rolled her eyes angrily in her heart, but the next second she heard someone gnash her teeth and said: "Then I treat her very well, why can't I be better than others!"

After listening to these words, Jiuniang understood that it was a disappointment in love. She played with her sleeves and asked curiously, "Did Mr. Yang have trouble with his wife? Why don't you tell me about it?"

"You do not understand."

"Why don't I understand, women understand women better," Jiu Niang smiled and poured wine, talking eloquently, "This woman, I like talented men, she must be considerate, upright and stable, and capable of writing and martial arts is even more important. Excellent, the more outstanding a woman is, the more she hopes that her husband will be a first-class young talent..."

"What if none of them match?" Yang Qin interrupted anxiously.

"I haven't finished yet, no matter how capable she is, it's not as good as loving and cherishing you. If this person treats you well, then it is the blessing of this woman. There is a saying..." Jiu Niang rubbed her chin for a moment, then came to her senses, and said with a smile, "It's easy to get a priceless treasure, but it's rare to have a lover. In this world, only a piece of sincerity is hard to find."

She originally wanted to explain this person, but she never thought that Yang Qin would show a wry smile on his face, and shook his head in a self-deprecating manner, "I'm afraid it's the sincerity you hold in both hands, and others are afraid to avoid it."

Jiuniang was about to speak again, but the door was pushed open with a bang, Qi Xi stood outside the door with a gloomy face, coldly glanced at the two people in the room, met Yang Qin's gaze, and said coldly: "Yang Qin, Is this what you call busy work?"

"..." Yang Qin opened his mouth to defend himself, but he didn't know where to start.

Qi Xi took another two steps forward, shifted his gaze to Jiuniang's face, and sneered, "Your eyesight is really bad, you can even catch this kind of stuff? I don't think others have used it dirty."

She claimed to be dignified and dignified, but she couldn't restrain her anger when she saw the woman in front of Yang Qin.

Jiuniang wasn't angry, "The women in the first-class brothel of the slave family are not as clean as Miss."

Yang Qin hurriedly got up and rushed to pull Qi Xi, the latter's face changed suddenly and he took a step back and shouted, "Don't touch me!"

Hearing this, the blood on Yang Qin's face faded, he stood there a little awkwardly, opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Qi Xi, let's make up."

The words are exhausted.

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