Chapter 7 Mistake into the brothel

"Your Majesty, Miss is gone." Xiaoqing hurried in

"It's good to leave as soon as you leave." Yunfeng finally couldn't stand it and sat on Xiaole's **.

Yunfeng's hand seemed to have touched something. He took it out and took it out. It was a letter to his own. What is this?

"When Miss's foot is injured and she is bored, ask me to teach her how to write. It turns out that Miss can't write." Xiaoqing said

"What are you talking about? Can't she write? Yunfeng looked at Xiaoqing in surprise, and Xiaoqing nodded

Yunfeng hurriedly opened the letter. The handwriting is not dry, and there are traces of tears. [Your Majesty, if you see this letter, I think I should leave. Thank you for your care for more than half a month. To be honest, I heard the conversation between you and the housekeeper outside the door. I really want you to take me to the palace. I want to help you. But seeing that you care so much about Yuyan's portrait, I don't know why my heart is so uncomfortable? Later, you asked me to go to the palace with you. I really didn't want to promise you, and I wanted to help you, so I went. In the palace, when you said that I was your princess, I knew that you were testing which country I was a spy, but I was like the woman that Dongfang Yin was thinking about. I guess you doubted me! I want to bet on whether you believe me or not. I really hope you believe me. That night was the happiest time here. If I win the bet, you won't see this letter. If I lose, even my love will lose completely. I hope you won't see this letter. After reading it, Yunfeng sent the letter fell to the ground. Yunfeng doesn't know what to do there

Xiaoqing picked up the letter and looked at it, "Your Majesty, don't chase it quickly."

Yunfeng ran out of control to the gate of the royal palace and looked at the left and right road and didn't know where to find her. She looked for the familiar figure in the southeast and northwest of the street, but she couldn't find it... ( I don't want to doubt you. Why don't you explain? Why? I didn't do it, I didn't, I really want you to be my princess)

As soon as Xiaole left the palace, she kept moving forward. She didn't know where to go. She went out of the city gate and fainted halfway. Xiaole had a long dream. In the dream, Yunfeng held Yuyan and kept making fun of herself. Yuyan was still saying, "Look, I tell you, you're just a substitute and a substitute. Hahaha" Xiaole shouted that he was not a substitute, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the strange environment, and looked at the two big men by the bed.

"Go and inform mom that the girl is awake." A big man said to another big man

"Where is this?" Xiaole asked the big man around him

"This is the place where men get drunk and dream." Xiaole looked at a woman, wearing a light green silk shirt, about 36 or 37 years old. She was supposed to be beautiful, but the heavy makeup covered her beauty, and her figure was a little out of shape.

"Where is this? Who are you again?" Xiaole looked at the woman in front of her

She smiled so charmingly. This is a place for men to have fun, called Dream Pavilion.

"Dream Pavilion? What does this place do? Xiaole looked at the two big men behind her

"Ha ha, it seems that she is still a girl. This is a man's gentle hometown." Looking at Xiaole's ignorant appearance, he took her hand. Let's go. Mom will show you where it is.

Xiaole followed her footsteps and left the room. A drunk man was about to jump over. His mother took Xiaole to escape easily. Xiaole looked at everything downstairs and understood everything in her heart. (Oh, my God, I actually entered the brothel) "This... Isn't this a brothel?" Xiaole's speech is a little knotted

"No, it's a brothel." Mom seemed to look at the people downstairs with satisfaction

"Is there any difference?" Xiaole's head has a black line. So are you the boss here?

"I'm not, mom, I'm the boss in front of the curtain." Mom took a look at Xiaole

"And behind the scenes, who is he?" Xiaole asked

"Ha ha, girl, you are the only one I have ever seen who enters the brothel without crying, and it's still so easy to ask?" Mom looked at Xiaole with interest

"Crying, will you let go?" Xiaole has watched too many TV series. Don't you understand this kind of thing?

"Smart girls usually come in and ask what kind of talent they can do first, and they won't pick up guests."

"I can only sing." Xiaole looked at the people below. However, if you want me to pick up the guests, I might as well die.

"Okay, you take a rest first and go on stage tomorrow night. He will come to see you in person tomorrow."

"Why are you looking at me? What's good, isn't it just the eyes, ears, mouth and nose?" Xiaole looks indifferent

"Haha, I believe he will like you. Go back to your room." Mom laughed so much that she couldn't close her mouth

Xiaole was sent back to the room by two big men, and Xiaole shook his head helplessly in the room alone. ( In the end, he lost the bet and finally fell into a brothel. Is it sad or ridiculous? Xiaole suddenly remembered something and ran out, and the big man blocked her way. Brother, can you tell me how I got in?

"It was sold in."

"Oh, thank you, brother." Xiaole returned to the room

"Your Majesty, have you found it?" Xiaoqing and the housekeeper are waiting outside the house

Yunfeng shook his head, and the three souls disappeared. The housekeeper signaled Xiaoqing not to ask. Yunfeng walked slowly and unconsciously walked to the door of Xiaole's room. Looking at the door in a daze, he slowly pushed the door open, slowly walked to the bedside and lay **. He could smell the faint fragrance of Xiaole's body. I'm really not playing."

"I promise you will like this girl soon. She is beautiful, not to mention her mentality and way of speaking. You will definitely like her." Mom took the so-called behind-the-scenes boss early in the morning to see the new Xiaole.

"You know that my unbeautiful woman will never enter the door of my Dream Pavilion."

"Go in." Mom invited the man in and left knowingly

When the man saw Xiaole, he smiled at the corners of his mouth and slowly approached Xiaole. He lifted the hair hanging on her cheeks behind his ears with his slender fingers. He smelled the faint fragrance of Xiaole's body. Looking at Xiaole's red lips, he couldn't help kissing her. Xiaole in his sleep felt a little bit. Wen Ruan opened his eyes and continued to sleep. Then Xiaole was excited and immediately pushed him away. Rub your eyes and look at the man in front of you. The tall and elegant figure, the smile is quite romantic teenager, the chin is slightly raised, and in the middle of the apricot-shaped eyes, the galaxy is brilliant. The eyebrows are like ink paintings, the faces are like peach petals, and the eyes are like autumn waves. The clothes are ice-blue silk, embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns and snow-white edges that reflect the sheep fat jade hairpin on his head.

"Your lips are sweet, I like them." He laughed, but he didn't really laugh, as if it were a warning laugh

"I don't like your rash." Xiaole is immune to handsome men, especially after seeing those five different types of handsome men. He is just a pediatric

"It seems that you don't like me very much." He smiled frivolously and walked to Xiaole step by step

"Just stand there and say it." Xiaole said that he really stopped

"Say, what kind of talent can you have?" He sat in the chair next to him drinking tea. Bah, what kind of tea is this?

"Eat night tea." Xiaole looked at him and turned away

"I know and don't say it." He put down the cup

"You don't ask." Xiaole ignored him

"I heard from my mother that you can sing. Sing to me first." He looked at Xiaole

"I'll sing to you tonight. Now, no." Xiaole just doesn't sing to him

"Okay, I'm looking forward to your performance tonight." He turned around to leave. By the way, what's your name?

"Xiaole."

"How can I use my real name here? Just call it..."

"Cold." Xiaole interrupted him

"Okay, I like this name. Hahaha." After saying that, he went away

Night began to fall, and Xiaole, after her mother's careful dress, was no longer the pure and beautiful little girl, but an amazing woman. When he saw her, he was stunned. Soon he reacted and walked to Xiaole. You will be the table of our Dream Pavilion.

"Thank you for the compliment." Xiaole barely squeezed out a smile.

Xiaole's appearance made all the men cheer. Xiaole slowly walked to the side stage downstairs, and the men rushed to ask their mother about the price.

Xiaole gently stroked the piano, "When you walk to an intersection, you let go of my hand. The green light is still waiting to move forward and backward. From then on, we broke up. This scene is too real to remember the time, place and day. The only way is to be sensible. Today has become history and write a story in the future. I am not afraid of losing, even if I am a little helpless, I would rather start to be alone. Don't continue to be confused. Only when you have been disappointed in love can you understand that breaking up is easy, and too persistent is the constraint. I'm not afraid of losing feelings without winning or losing. I love sweetly and bitterly at least a little. It's also a kind of freedom to let go of loneliness. How sad it is, it's enough to pass in the end. I don't want to stay at this fork in the road. You waved to me before the red light. We are still friends. The meaning of being friends is different from each other. It is that boys are selfish and girls are too naive. Please forgive me for not being a liar who lied to me. I'm recalling the past. Girls are all so sensible. It's enough to be sad that they will eventually pass..." Xiaole sang with tears, because she was thinking about a person she shouldn't think about at this moment

(Does she have someone she likes in her heart?) The man looked at Xiaole downstairs

The man who was looking for fun listened to Xiaole's singing, some continued his own fun, and some listened carefully under the stage. Xiaole was about to go upstairs after singing. A drunkard grabbed her hand and wanted to kiss her. Hello, this girl. I want you tonight." The drunk caught his snow-white wrist red

"Let go of me." Xiaole wants to break away, but his strength is not double

"Why don't you go to the hero to save the beauty." Mom said to the man

At this time, Xiaole kicked the drunkard's lower plate fiercely, and the drunkard covered his kicked position with pain. "I can't touch everyone."

Everyone was stunned. "See, this is the girl I've been looking for." The man smiled with satisfaction

Just as Xiaole was about to go upstairs, another man shouted, "Girl, what's your name?" I appreciate your music."

Xiaole turned around and looked at the man with a beautiful smile. It's cold."

Xiaole returned to the room and suddenly applauded behind him, "You can stay, you don't have to sell yourself."

"I'm not going to stay. How much did you use to buy me? I'll redeem myself." Xiaole doesn't want to stay here

"I'm not going to let you go." After saying that, the man wanted to leave, "Remember, I'm Xiao Ting."

"I will leave, for sure." Xiaole said firmly

Xiaole sat in the room, and the door was opened. A girl in purple stood at the door with a smile. Her skin was better than snow, her eyes were like a clear water, her eyebrows were as long as a picture, and her eyes flashed like stars. There is a small mouth under the bridge of the nose, with thin lips and slightly curved corners of the mouth, with a sad smile. Are you?"

"My name is Ziyan."

"Don't stand at the door, come in!" Xiaole went over and pulled her in

"I just heard you sing, who are you thinking about?" She smiled gently

"I'm thinking about someone I shouldn't think about." Xiaole smiled bitterly

"There is a person in the heart of the people who come here that you shouldn't think about." Purple smoke shook her head helplessly

What does it mean? Wasn't the girl here bought? Xiaole listened to this and said something

"Slowly, you will understand that the people here are all hard-working people, but they feel very happy, because they have to look at each other's appearance and wealth to receive guests. Men don't have a good thing in the first place." Ziyan said angrily

"Are you too?" Xiaole looked at her and asked

"Like you, I don't sell my body, and Xiao Guanren doesn't allow anyone to touch me, so..." Ziyan blushed as she spoke

"You like him." Xiaole asked tentatively

"No, don't talk nonsense." Although Ziyan said no, she had never married for a long time

"Ha ha, as long as I know you." Xiaole smiled at the purple smoke

"I heard that your name is Leng Yi? Why?"

"Because..." A different expression appeared in front of Xiaole's eyes. I lost."

"Losing? What?" Purple smoke looks at Xiaole

"Nothing, who is that Xiao Ting?"

"He is the boss who pays, and his mother is the boss who contributes. Everything can only be decided with his consent. In fact, he always buys the girls who are sold at a high price to see if they voluntarily sell their art or sell their bodies. He will never force others, but many of them stay voluntarily."

"You said they all stayed voluntarily, but I don't believe it." Xiaole shook his head like a rattle

"At first, I didn't believe it, but if you slowly contact here, you will understand."

"How can a good woman be willing to degenerate and sell herself in the brothel?" Xiaole still doesn't believe it

"Because the people here were abandoned by their beloved men, they volunteered to stay." Ziyan said the reason why they were willing to stay

"Really?"

"There are also girls here who were sold here after being played with by their beloved men."

"What? The people here are so horrible." Xiaole shakes her head

Ziyan smiled meaningfully, "Don't underestimate a man's betrayal, and don't underestimate a woman's means."

"Are you too?"

"No, I was sold and finally settled here." Ziyan smiled helplessly

"You also strayed into the brothel."

Ziyan got up and said, "Actually, the people here are all good people, especially Xiao Guanren." Ziyan slowly left Xiaole's room

"Good man, he." Xiaole remembered his appearance, (Will he be a good person? It doesn't look like it! But she said he was. Forget it, let's adapt to the situation. What about him? Are you thinking about me? It's ridiculous. Why is a person who doesn't believe in himself still thinking about him?)