Chapter 42 Playing the Piano on Cow

Pyongyang Street, a place of fireworks.

Walking along the most prosperous street of the imperial city, it is the residence of the general Duguba of the town. If you walk north for another cup of tea, it will be called Pyongyang Street, which is a gentle hometown by the people of the imperial city. Although most of the stores on the whole street are doing business, not anyone dares to step into the 36 stores on Pyongyang Street, at least those who have no money in their pockets dare not.

Because it only takes half an hour to walk from Wanhefang, where many foreign businessmen are gathered, most of the people who visit Pyongyang Street are rich businessmen, or some princes and nobles who have nothing to do.

Hong Fukan is a piano hall located on Pyongyang Street.

At this moment, there are two young people standing in front of the Red Mansion. One of them is full of excitement, while the other frowns and doesn't know what he is thinking. From time to time, he looks around.

"Can you stop looking around? Is it possible that your pervert brother even has to restrict you in such a place?

"Ah, no, I just feel like I forgot something."

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter if Ling Yue knows that you have come to Pyongyang Street. This Hong Fu Hall is just a piano hall. Besides, I, Ouyang Wan, am not the kind of person who betrays my friends for fifty taels of silver. Ouyang Wan patted Xia Wuchen on the shoulder and said, "It takes at least a hundred taels."

"..." Xia Wuchen sighed and looked up at the elegant word 'red brush' on the lint, but he was still thinking about what he had forgotten. In Ouyang Wan's urging, he never remembered what he had forgotten until he entered the door.

bang - the teacup fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Ouyang Wan suddenly woke up from his sleep and couldn't understand why everyone stared at him with those strange eyes. Turning to the left, he found that Xia Wuchen, who was sitting next to him, was smiling at him elegantly, but he could hear Xia Wuchen's almost weak voice: "If you dare to say that you know me, I will let your father lower your salary."

"Is this prince Qianhan's piano skills so unbearable that he wants to sleep?" After the red veil, there was a sound like a cold spring in a mountain stream.

"Uh..." Ouyang Wan remembered that he should have listened to the piano. But he didn't know anything about piano art, so he fell asleep listening to it. It's okay to fall asleep, but I accidentally broke the teacup.

Just when Ouyang Wan's face was full of embarrassment, a woman came out from behind the veil. The pale pink gorgeous clothes are wrapped in apricot white gauze, outlining the beautiful neck. The skirt drooped down like willows in March, showing more and more the woman's graceful figure. The soft green silk is not tied into a bun, but casually draped on the shoulders, thinly powdered, and a faint pink on the cheeks is also as lovely as a delicate flower after the rain.

All the guests were amazed. If it weren't for the fairies in the sky, how could they have such a peerless face? Even Xia Wuchen felt that the woman who came out from behind the veil was enough to be the word 'land and beautiful'.

Different from the charm of Dugulan's charm of all sentient beings, the woman in front of her seems to be a snow lotus blooming on the top of Tianshan Mountain, which makes people feel that she doesn't look like a woman on earth.

"Look at the handsome appearance, his clothes and temperament are extraordinary, and he must be able to play the piano well. Qianhan knew that his piano skills were not good, which made the prince laugh, but he hoped to ask him for advice today.

Ouyang Wan shouted and immediately asked Xia Wuchen for a meeting, but saw Xia Wuchen just looking around there, pretending to be 'Who are you? I don't know you'. Ouyang Wan scratched his head and said shyly, "Let Miss Qianhan laugh. I don't know anything about piano art. Today, I just came with my son, hey..."

"Your son?"

"En, that's the one next to me." Ouyang Wan ignored the blue veins bursting on Xia Wuchen's forehead.

"Oh? So your son must be proficient in piano?

"Ah..." This time, Xia Wuchen began to be frightened. Although he was a prince, piano art was not included in the compulsory course, and Xia Wuchen himself was not interested in playing the piano, so naturally he had never studied it.

"I hope you will not hesitate to teach me." Qian Han said again.

"I can't play the piano." Xia Wuchen was cruel and simply came with a frank and leniency.

"You are honest. Well, I won't care about you today. It's just that your entourage broke the teacup, and you have to pay for it.

As soon as Ouyang Wan heard this, he immediately said, "Of course, of course, there is no reason not to lose money if something is damaged."

"Well, you can compensate 500 taels of silver."

"Ah..." Ouyang Wan grew up and his expression seemed to bite a sour lemon, "500, 500 taels, two silver?"

"It's exactly 500 taels of silver."

Ouyang Wan thought about it. Although 500 taels of silver was indeed more, no, to be precise, it should be extortion, but considering that there was a prince standing beside him, and he didn't want to pay the money by himself, he finally patted the table boldly: "Okay, 500 taels is 500 taels."

"That..." Xia Wuchen quietly pulled Ouyang Wan's sleeve, "I have something to tell you."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"I didn't bring any silver."

"Oh, you didn't bring silver..." Ouyang Wan repeated Xia Wuchen's words loudly, and then seemed to feel something wrong and suddenly woke up, "What? You didn't bring silver. Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Xia Wuchen said innocently, "Didn't I say that when I was at the door?"

"When did you say that?"

"I said I seem to have forgotten something. Now that I remember, I forgot to bring silver."

Ouyang Wan couldn't wait to find a crack to get in and look around. Everyone looked at them with contemptuous eyes. Qianhan, standing on the stage, was even more angry. However, such a beauty is particularly beautiful even when she is angry.

"How dare you enter this red house without silver?" Qianhan's tone suddenly became much colder. She clapped her palm and immediately rushed out of a dozen strong men and surrounded the two.

"Don't be angry, Miss Qianhan. At worst, we will give you all the money in a few days." Xia Wuchen said.

"Yes, yes, my son is a very rich master, not to mention 500 taels, even 5,000 taels, 10,000 taels is just a random thing." Ouyang Wan immediately echoed.

Xia Wuchen gave Ouyang Wan a white eye: "Can you stop saying such unfounded words? Where did I get 5,000 taels of silver?"

"Oh, just say it."

"Drag these two guys to the backyard and wait for their families to come to redeem people." Qian Han said harshly.

As soon as the words fell, the dozens of big men rushed up towards Ouyang Wan and Xia Wuchen. They saw more than a dozen people twisted into a ball in the dust, in which Ouyang Wan's voice kept coming out: "Oh, don't hit my handsome face... Oh, this boot will cost 20 taels of silver. Be careful. Hey, that big brother My clothes are very expensive. If you break them, I need you to accompany me.

Looking at Xia Wuchen again, he was not involved in the dust, but covered his chest and coughed violently.

It turned out that when the dozens of big men rushed to the two, Ouyang Wan knocked Xia Wuchen out with one force. Although the strength was not light, Xia Wuchen was not the kind of scholar with no power to bind chickens. Among the many princes, his skills are second only to the third prince, Xia Kang. However, because he was beaten by Xia Yan last night, after enduring Ouyang Wan's strength, it triggered an unhealed opening, so that he could only cover his chest and cough.

When the dust gradually dissipated, everyone found that dozens of big men fell to the ground and could not move. Ouyang Wan said with a sad face, "Oh, it was said that the clothes I was wearing today were very expensive... Oh, there was a hole in this dress. No, you have to accompany my clothes."

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a navy blue jacket came out of the side door. Ouyang Wan suddenly became a little alert, because from the man's pace, it must be a martial arts practitioner. However, what really alerted Ouyang Wan came from the piece of red jade hanging around the man's waist.

The warm red jade with a faint luster is like a pool of frozen blood, silent and resentful.

For Ouyang Wan, it is not just a valuable red jade, but a period of hatred that has been hidden for a long time.