Chapter 71 Xianle Huakui

When the woman pulled Zhang Zixuan to the largest main hall of Xianle Mansion, it was already full of people and surrounded the high platform in the center of the hall. Even if Zhang Zixuan tried his best, he could not make an inch.

This main hall is a two-storey structure, which is full of residential houses. In addition to the mountain with sub-shoulder folded backs, there is a large platform with a radius of four or five feet in the middle. I think that's where Hua Kui appeared. The word "Autumn Hall" is written on the plaque on the top of the main hall. According to the saying, Xianle Mansion also has three halls in spring, summer and winter.

"What do you mean, what exactly does Hua Kui look like?" Zhang Zixuan smiled and asked the woman next to him.

The woman felt that Zhang Zixuan hugged her hand and touched it up and down. She quickly pushed it away and whispered, "Sir, don't do this outside. The slave family is thinking that if the prince sees the appearance of the flower leader, he will definitely not hang on the slave family.

After saying that, the woman sobbed in a low voice. Zhang Zixuan quickly waved his hand and said, "No, how can I not hang my sister in my heart?"

The woman looked up at Zhang Zixuan's swearing appearance, and then smiled coquettishly and stopped talking.

"Here it comes!" There was a noise in the autumn hall, pulling Zhang Zixuan's attention back. At this time, many red petals suddenly fell in the autumn hall, which were trimmed into neat squares. Then, a melodious flute hit the head, and a seemingly calm but passionate music sounded around it, like a quiet sea. Under the flat sea, it was deep and dark.

A peerless beauty gently floated down from the upstairs and landed gently on the stage. I saw that the beautiful woman was dressed in a gorgeous red robe, with a flying phoenix purple gold hairpin on her head, an emerald Ruyi glazed chain on her neck, and a red silk and satin boots all over the sky. She was really elegant and elegant.

A scholar casually wrote a poem:

The red lips are light and heavy,

The face is red with rouge.

Star eyes and willow eyebrows warm and fragrant jade,

Only then did I know that Xizi is not as good as you.

Zhang Zixuan happened to hear this poem and felt that it really made sense. It's just that he was puzzled by the meaning of "non" in the end. When the woman beside him saw Zhang Zixuan hear the scholar chanting a poem, she lowered her head and thought about it. She understood and explained, "Son, the scholar is a southerner. The dialect there, 'Nong' is what you mean. That is to say, this poem was given to Hua Kui by the prince.

After saying that, the woman looked up at Hua Kui, who was pressed with her eyes, and asked with some loss, "Where is the prince from?"

Where are you from? Zhang Zixuan was stunned and recalled it carefully, but he couldn't even remember the pain in his head. However, he doesn't care about this now, so he looks straight at Hua Kui on the autumn hall and casually replied, "I don't remember."

The woman thought that Zhang Zixuan was perfunctory, so she sighed slightly and stopped asking more questions.

"The slave family is the flower leader of today's autumn flowers, and the flower name is Yan Laihong, so you can call me Xiaohong." The Huakui blessed the crowd, and then slowly stood up: "In fact, if you want my red, you just need to pay, and the higher the price will get it."

Everyone didn't expect that Yan Laihong was so straightforward that they began to sell their own red flowers. The so-called flower red is Hua Kui's **. It does not refer to **, but to Huakui's first pick-up service.

The so-called Huakui is a talented woman cultivated by Xianlefu since childhood. Every year, Xianle Mansion selects 20 or 30 girls of the same age as flower people from other places, and trains them to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Then, when the jasper is young, it selects the four best four from these 20 people to auction their flowers.

And other people will become a talented maidservant in Xianle Mansion. Of course, these maidservants can only provide personal service to VIPs. When the women around Zhang Zixuan were young, they were the flowers cultivated by Xianlefu. Because Zhang Zixuan made a generous move in Xianle Mansion for a few days, he has long been joined by Xianle Mansion as a VIP.

"500,000 taels!" The price of Yanlai safflower has been shouted 500,000 taels. At this time, many people had already walked out of the door, and the autumn hall suddenly looked much more spacious.

"One million taels!"

"One million and two million taels!"

......

The price has been soaring, but Zhang Zixuan still looked at the people around him with a smile, but he did not move.

"Is the prince not interested in Hua Kui?" The woman asked strangely, but it was not difficult to hear that her voice was a little excited.

Zhang Zixuan waved his hand and said with a smile, "This price is not worth shouting. However, if you want to hear me shout, I'll shout.

"Five million taels." As soon as Zhang Zixuan opened his mouth, he surprised everyone around him. These five million taels are not a small amount, and they are almost the full value of an ordinary rich businessman.

Yan Laihong was also shocked by Zhang Zixuan. In a blink of an eye, he saw that the beautiful man in white was staring at him with a smile. For no reason, Yan Laihong's heart trembled.

"Five hundred and twenty...!"

"6 million taels!" Without waiting for that word to fall, Zhang Zixuan quoted another price of six million taels. You know, among the previous flower leaders of Xianle Mansion, the highest price of bonus is 7,000 taels.

"610..." The fat man stared at Zhang Zixuan fiercely and shouted.

"seven million taels." Zhang Zixuan still looks indifferent.

When the fat man saw Zhang Zixuan's outage of seven million taels, he immediately stood up and scolded angrily, "You madman!" Then he shook his hand and walked away.

"Thank you for being so pleasing to this gentleman. Tonight, the slave family is yours. Please wait in my flower hall for a moment, and I'll go after I take a bath and change my clothes. After saying that, he smiled at Zhang Zixuan and turned around and left. This smile is really charming, inverted for the rest of my life.

"My son, shall I take you there?" When the woman beside Zhang Zixuan saw that Zhang Zixuan did not recover for a moment, she reminded her.

But the soul of Zhang Zixuan 4 has long been seduced by the charm of Yan Laihong. How can he wake up? The woman had to help Zhang Zixuan walk to the flower hall of Yanlaihong.

When Zhang Zixuan came to his senses, they had already come to the door of the flower hall of Yanlaihong. Zhang Zixuan opened the door and walked in, and a faint fragrance suddenly came to his face.

"Huh? Why don't you come in?" Zhang Zixuan looked at the woman standing outside the door doubtfully.

"This is the flower room of each flower leader, and the slave family can't cross it." The woman quickly explained.

"Come in!" Zhang Zixuan took advantage of his unpreparedness and suddenly pulled the woman into the room. But the woman's face was full of panic. She immediately knelt to the ground and trembled and dared not speak.

Zhang Zixuan suddenly felt a little distressed. Did he joke too much? So he helped the woman up and asked, "Why are you kneeling on the ground? There is no one here."

"The prince doesn't know that we flower slaves can't enter their boudoir without the permission of the flower man and the flower leader, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what?"

The woman's expression changed a little, and then she whispered, "Otherwise, she will be... light and disfigured, cut off her limbs and become a stick..."

"What!" No matter how Zhang Zixuan thought about it, he didn't expect Xianle Mansion to be so cruel and make people into adult sticks! Isn't it more uncomfortable than death?

As the woman said, she quickly exited the door, knelt down at the door, kowtowed three times, and then slowly stood up.

"My son, the slave family retreated first." The woman said good luck to Zhang Zixuan, and then retreated in trembling.

Zhang Zixuan was still a little emotional, but when he thought of Yan Laihong's delicate face, he was excited again. He glanced around for a while, and then made it to the small table in the middle of the room.

There are a few small desserts and a pile of fruit plates on that small table. Maybe Zhang Zixuan is afraid that he will be in a hurry. Zhang Zixuan grabbed a piece of cloud cake and put it in his mouth. He chewed for a while and suddenly remembered who liked to eat cloud cake, but he couldn't remember who it was.

Just as he was thinking about the question he wanted to know the answer to, a smile came from outside the door, and then the wooden door was gently pushed open.