"Not to mention that Bai Juyi had both sides, but Liu Sanbian of the previous dynasty, who would rather 'exchange the name for a shallow cup and sing in a low voice', wrote "Yulin Ling", "Butterfly Loves Flowers"... none of these famous works is not for

Written by a woman from a brothel? There is also Zhang Shangshu, the "pear blossom crushing the begonia", and the serious and rigid historian Sima Junshi..."

Wanyan Kang said confidently: "Miss Yuyan, let me tell you, they can come, so why can't I come to the brothel?"

Wang Yuyan was stunned.

After a moment, she sighed softly, pulled off her veil, revealing her charming and beautiful face, her eyes were like a pool of clear water, and said: "Everything is fate, and you can't control it at all. It's useless to say more. Please give me some poems or lyrics from the young prince."

One song, I will take care of you now so that I can pay my respects to my mother."

This guy couldn't argue, so he started breaking things and getting angry?

This is boring.

Wanyan Kang's deep gaze passed between her sleeves and he said calmly: "It seems that Miss Yuyan is really a different kind... but I have also lost interest."

"The jackdaws are sad in the evening, but the new green of the willow pond is gentle. If there is no hatred in the eyes, I don't believe that there are white heads in the world. The intestines are broken, the tears are hard to hold back, and the lovesickness returns to the Xiaoxiang Tower. I know that my love has been blocked by the mountain, and I often lean against the railing.

free."

After chanting, Wanyan Kang calmly held up his hand and said: "Miss Yuyan, I give you this song "Partridge Sky". Put away your knife, don't get hurt. When I come next time, it's time to use my knife."

After saying that, he walked away.

Outside the door, the old madam sitting on the stairs stood up in astonishment, but heard the young prince laughing and running over: "The words have been spoken, I have something to do today, please...keep it for me first!"

Inside the room, Wang Yuyan muttered to herself, and a sharp dagger clattered down from her sleeve.
Chapter completed!