Pregnant Qiao glanced at the front hall with red curtains on the first floor from the stands, and saw a few servants carrying an antique eight-leaf folding screen onto the high platform. The folding silk screen was translucent.

, using gold and silver threads to embroider the pattern of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix. The flowers on it are colorful and the sparrows are lifelike, as if they will fly out of the screen at the next moment. It makes people’s eyes light up.

"Such a big battle makes people more and more curious about this red-sleeved girl."

Hearing what Prefecture Qiao said, Luo Ying also turned her eyes to look at the high platform. Then she curled her lips slightly and said with a disdainful expression: "She's just a prostitute. There's nothing good about her. She's just playing tricks on her."

Pregnant Qiao shook her head and said nothing. There is no distinction between high and low among the three religions. No matter what kind of profession she is engaged in, it is just a way to make a living in troubled times. She picked up the wine bottle on the square table and poured herself a glass of wine. She raised her head

Drink it all in one gulp.

"Pregnant sister is so excited, but drinking by herself is too boring. Xiaoman... uh, Ah Man, come and have a drink with sister too!" Xiaoman lifted up his robe, sat down next to Pregnant Qiao, and gave himself and

Pregnant Qiao each poured a glass of wine. She picked up the wine glass and nodded to Pregnant Qiao, then raised her head and drank the wine in one gulp.

After a few glasses of wine, Pregnant Qiao's face was slightly flushed, her eyes were hazy, and she showed a bit of drunkenness, but her nerves were highly tense, and all her attention was focused on a private stand not far from them.

, It's a pity that a protective barrier has been set up in the balcony, and her celestial vision and supernatural ears cannot penetrate that barrier. The person sitting in this balcony is the big shot of the Demon Sect that Liu Sheng mentioned.

If Pregnancy Qiao's guess was correct, Ye Hong, the old gang leader of the Sanren Gang, and people from the Wanling Chamber of Commerce should also be in this balcony at this time. I wonder what these people are planning together.

Demon Lord You and the Eight Great Vajras were already difficult to deal with. If the Sanren Gang and the Wanling Chamber of Commerce were added to the mix, the result would be unimaginable... Suddenly, the corner of Yuqiao's right eye twitched, and she thought of the worst possibility.

, that is, Demon Lord You already knows the news that she possesses six fragments of the Ancient Heaven and Earth Cauldron, and also knows that she will come to the Lava Demon City. He has already ordered people to set up a dragnet, just waiting for the fish to take the bait! A trace of cold sweat runs along the

Pregnant Qiao's eyebrows slowly flowed down. Pregnant Qiao took out a square handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat on her forehead.

"Dang Dang Dang——"

The gong rang three times, and the place immediately fell silent.

These three gongs woke up Pregnant Joe from drinking, and her chaotic mood gradually calmed down. As the saying goes, "when soldiers come, they will be blocked, and when water comes, the earth will cover them up." Now that she is here, there is nothing to be afraid of. The worst is with the Demon Sect.

Everyone fights to the death and the net is broken!

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a pipa. It was passionate, the meaning was lingering, the rhythm was faint, and it was soul-stirring. Pregnant Qiao was attracted by the sound of the pipa. She stared at the high platform and saw the eight-fold folding screen reflected on it.

The beautiful figure of a woman appeared on the screen. The woman's bun was in a high bun. The pipa in her hand bounced and was raised high above her head. She slowly danced to the sound of the piano. A series of her graceful dancing postures were reflected on the screen, and her cloud sleeves were flying.

? The slender waist moves through the flowers, like a butterfly dancing gracefully, and like a delicate flower swaying in the wind.

Everyone in the audience was the same as Pregnancy Qiao. They were first attracted by the sound of the piano, and then saw the moving figure of the woman on the eight folding screens. They were moved to tears and cheered loudly.

The sound of the piano gradually accelerated, noisy and clear, as clear and sweet as jade beads falling on a plate. The woman's movements also increased in amplitude. Her gait was light and her body was as light as a swallow. Sometimes she was like a dragon swimming in the water, sometimes like a phoenix flying in the sky...

The dance is agile and graceful, making people applaud!

The music stopped and the dance stopped, but there was silence in the audience. Everyone was still immersed in the wonderful music and couldn't extricate themselves, as if everything they had just experienced was just an unreal illusion.

"Pah! Pah! Pah -"

I don't know who took the lead and clapped their hands a few times, and then a burst of thunderous applause broke out in the venue.

A woman holding a pipa slowly walked out from behind the folding screen, and the venue became quiet again. Everyone looked at the woman attentively, and saw that she was wearing a light pink green smoke sweater and a mask.

Wearing a white gauze, she walked gracefully and leisurely. Her head of dark jade-like blue silk was tied into a gorgeous moon-worshiping bun, with a few pale pink silk flowers inserted diagonally on it, adding a few extra touches of elegance.

The woman's aura was clear from the dust. The woman walked lightly to the front of the stage, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she stared at the onlookers in the audience. Her red lips were slightly opened and she said slowly: "My little girl, Hongxiu, is an ancient Fufeng tribesman...

…”

As soon as Hongxiu opened her mouth, Luo Ying felt a burning sensation on her face. Just now she looked down on this prostitute, but she didn't expect that this prostitute was one of her own tribe.

The red-sleeved lady on the stage was graceful and elegant, and continued unhurriedly: "In the past, women in brothels would hang out their clothes to see which guest officer offered the highest reward. The transaction of wealth and sex was very boring. Today, the red-sleeved lady has to be unique.

, imitate the ancients and use the sound of the piano to find a close friend. The little girl will play a little tune. After playing the song, the guests can write down their heartfelt feelings and present them with ink. The little girl will read them one by one and choose one from them.

A wonderful night spent with destined people."

After Hongxiu finished speaking, she started playing and singing with her pipa in her arms. Her voice was clear and sweet, like the cry of an oriole, and along with the sound of the piano, it slowly reached everyone's ears.

In front of your Majesty, the princes and grandsons have promised each other. It is easy to take it easy, and the reward is a smile, but the wealth is in vain. I am always afraid that it is easy to exchange flowers for flowers and waste my time. I have been favored by the king, and I am mainly interested in flowers..."

The red sleeves played with low eyebrows, and the sound of the piano was sonorous and heartbreaking. From her singing, Pregnant Qiao seemed to hear the wandering life of a fireworks woman. Just after she passed her twenties, she combed her hair and began to learn singing and dancing, even though she was extremely talented.

, she can only wander around among the princes, grandsons, and princes, for people's entertainment, and waste her time. It's a pity that women are like flowers, and good times are fleeting. How she longs for such a close person to appear and take her out of the sea of ​​misery...

Pregnant Qiao's eyes darkened slightly, with tears glistening under her eyes. She and Hongxiu were in such different situations, but both of them were full of helplessness and boredom with their current lives. As a prostitute, Hongxiu showed up so blatantly.

It is indeed admirable to have one's own thoughts and have the courage to break the rules and pursue one's own happiness.

Unknowingly, Hongxiu on the stage was about to finish singing a little song. The mist in her eyes disappeared in a blink of an eye. She raised her head and looked at the people in the audience and said word by word: "Always give up, fireworks."

Companion. Don’t teach others to meet my concubine, it will be morning and evening.”

At the end of the song, the audience burst into applause. Some people didn't even hear clearly what Hongxiu was singing. They just felt that the tune was melodious and melodious, with a unique charm that made people want to stop. There were also some young men who claimed to be somewhat talented, holding hand-held
Chapter completed!