Chapter 79 In Front of the Red Mansion

"Mom, Red Mansion and Yan Tongyuan jointly sent an invitation, saying that they were going to hold a poetry competition and invite Miss Mo'er to get together."

"What?" Sun Erniang's eyes were about to stare out: "Isn't this group of prodigal hooves finished yet? Is it true that I'm afraid of them? No! What is it? Did they go if they said they would go? When we are still the Qianmei Pavilion who was bullied in those years? With that, Sun Erniang wanted to take a cup from the table and drop it again.

I hurriedly protected the cup in my hand. In case of being robbed and smashed by Sun Erniang, I will die unjustly. Everything here is my property. If it is broken, no one will reimburse it.

When Sun Erniang saw my movements, she suddenly looked like a deflated ball. She sat on the chair with a depressing look: "What should I do? Don't I have a chance to turn over in Qianmei Pavilion?

Looking at her look a little twilight, I suddenly felt a little unbearable. To put it bluntly, Sun Erniang is also a miserable person. This Qianmei Pavilion is also the painstaking efforts of her life. It can be said that Qianmei Pavilion is not exaggerated about her life. Seeing that Qian Meige has been suppressed again and again, her heart must be uncomfortable. Er Niang, you are too pessimistic. It's not sure whether to suppress me or give me a chance to become famous.

Sun Erniang's eyes lit up, and she looked up at me in surprise: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Have you ever seen me suffer losses? Since they have set a trap for me, I can't suffer a loss. I feel very sad about the money given to Zhang Laoer. I gritted my teeth and said, but the cup in my hand was crushed by me inadvertently. The tea splashed all over me, but I didn't care. What I was distressed about was the cup, and a tael of silver was gone. This cup was the best porcelain that Xiao Nu personally chose!

"This, this is really great. If you win, then our Qian Mei Pavilion will really turn over completely. But if you lose..." Sun Erniang is still a little worried, but I can understand. After all, I am the biggest cash cow for her. If I lose, I'm afraid that Qian Meige will be beaten back to its original shape.

I comforted: "Losing? Don't say that I don't have this word here, but what can I do if I really lose? If they dare to cheat me, won't I pretend to be weak? Do these idiots really think it will be glorious if I win? I suddenly laughed treacherously: "Er Niang, go to find Zhang Laoer again and ask him to publicize a new news outside, saying that Red Mansion and Yan Yuyuan joined hands to suppress Mo'er and hold a poetry competition to force Mo'er to death."

At this time, Sun Erniang's eyes lit up: "Yes! In this way, even if you lose, I guess the imperial capital will sympathize with you. How can you be so perfect? If you win by chance, it will show that your talent is amazing.

Me: "..." What is luck? I dare that this Erniang didn't think that I would win. It's really disgruous for me.

The next day, Sun Erniang and I got on the sedan chair in the news of the new market in the imperial capital and went to the venue of the poetry party - the Red Mansion!

When the sedan chair stopped, I came out alone and looked at the luxurious building in front of me. I nodded secretly in my heart, which made me look like the first brothel in the imperial capital. Can the scale of the Red Mansion compete with the Ningcui Tower of Jinguo? Just as I was thinking nonsense, Sun Erniang came to me with a worried face: "Are you really okay?"

I withdrew my thoughts drifting farther and farther and nodded: "Of course, I'm the strongest anytime and anywhere. Go in!" With that, he took the lead in walking towards the Red Mansion.

Maybe it's because there will be a poetry meeting today? Today's Red Mansion is not open to the outside world. It seems a little deserted. There are no girls who attract guests at the door. On the contrary, there are two big men. Standing in this decorated place, it seems a little strange.

"Hight, who is it?" Just as I was about to walk in, two big men suddenly blocked my way.

My heart moved, sneered, and I got off the horse? You were still using urine and mud when I bullied people!" Qianmei Pavilion Mo'er!" With that, I received the invitation from Sun Erniang.

"Mo'er? We haven't seen you. Who knows if it's true or not? One of the big men sneered and looked disdainful of me.

I asked patiently, "So how can I prove it?"

"It's simple. You just play a song for us here. If it sounds good, I'll let you in." The big man's obscene smile made me have the impulse to slap him with the soles of his shoes, but for my glorious and great image, I endure it!

This guy is immoral enough. If I really play a song here, wouldn't it prove that my music is cheap enough to even be listened to in a nursing home? Do you sell on this road? If I really do this, then I won't have to fool around in the future. I will definitely be drowned by drooling. Even those rich people will no matter how much they like my music, they will no longer buy me, because my reputation is gone. Doesn't listening to my music prove that they are at the same level as the nurse, and as cheap as those who watch art on the street?

Sun Erniang also looked angry and pointed to the noses of the two nurses and cursed, "Buck, you should know me if you don't know her, right? What's more, there is an invitation here. You are obviously bullying me and there is no one in Qianmei Pavilion?!"

The two nurses were originally instructed. Naturally, they would not be afraid of Sun Erniang, with an arrogant expression: "What if someone pretends to replace them? We are also loyal to our duty.

"You..." Sun Erniang trembled angrily and pointed to them, but she couldn't say a word.

I grabbed her and said, "Er Niang, the dog bites you. You can't bite back, can you? Today, they invited me here. I'm here. I've already given enough face to the Red Mansion. They won't let me in. They swept my face and beat myself in the face. Please help Moer prove that today is not me, Moer's stage fright, but a vicious dog blocking the way. He locked me and Er Niang outside the door. Let's go. !"

Because this poetry meeting is relatively noisy, and many people heard that I was forced to participate because I was bullied and suppressed. In addition, my affairs have been popular during this period, so many people rushed to join in the fun. There are a lot of people standing outside the Red Mansion. With their testimony, shame is also lost in the Red Mansion. What am I afraid of?

Probably I didn't expect that I would turn around and leave so simply. The big man was stupid and didn't care about the fact that I just scolded him as a dog, so he quickly ran in to report it. After a while, several women came out under the leadership of the big man. The leader was a woman in purple. She was in her thirties, and her pair of peach blossom eyes were particularly attractive. She stood at the door and glanced around. Suddenly, several men who looked around the lively turned red and quietly bowed. This group of animals were really determined. Poor, I despise them!

"I'm sorry, my subordinates are rude, you two, please!" There is a sense of atmosphere between the woman in purple. It seems that the whole person has an aura, which makes people have a kind of obedient impulse. However, I'm Xiaomo. I've always been against big forces. The more she has this kind of aura, the more disgust I am. I secretly pulled Sun Erniang, who was about to go in. The two of them stood still and looked at the woman in purple with their heads held high.

"You two, what else do you want?" The woman in purple seemed to have never seen me like this. After being stunned for a moment, she narrowed her eyes and her voice cooled down.

"Apologize!" I stood there and looked at the woman in purple with burning eyes: "I want him to apologize! He was very rude just now and didn't have any respect for me. Is this the etiquette of the Red Mansion?

The woman in purple changed a little, and then changed back to the original Gujing Wubo face. She slapped the nurse: "Kneel down and apologize!"

To my surprise, the nurse did not hesitate at all. He knelt down and bowed his head and said respectfully to me, "I'm sorry, Miss Mo'er, please forgive my rudeness."

If I don't show it again, I'm stupid. Others will say that I'm arrogant and unreasonable, so I quickly stepped forward and personally helped him up in a few steps: "I'm just angry for a moment. I didn't want you to be beaten." The moment I picked him up, my hand brushed his palm silently.

After holding him up, I stepped back a few steps, but my heart hung higher and higher. What's the matter? Why does it seem to be more complicated? I scolded in my heart, and there was a smile on the surface, covering most of my face with a veil, so no one noticed my strangeness. Er Niang, let's go in. The masters have come out. You can't lose your courtesy. With that, I saluted the woman in purple and motioned her to lead the way.

And I followed Sun Erniang and asked, "Who is that woman in purple?"

Sure enough, Sun Erniang also shook her head and said she didn't know, "I haven't seen that person, but the two women walking behind her, the pink clothes are Yanyuan's mother, and the pattern is the pattern is the mother of the Red Mansion."

After listening to Sun Erniang's words, my heart was higher. Where did this woman in purple come from? Is it really an outside force? Or is it the person sent behind the Red Mansion? But why are the people of Yanyuan also standing behind her? The forces behind the Red Mansion and Yanyuan don't seem to be one family!

And the nurse just now, he is not an ordinary nurse. When I helped him just now, I touched his pulse and hands. His calm and heavy breath and the cocoon in his hand showed that he was a practitioner, and his absolute obedience and vigorous behavior to the woman in purple were not something that an ordinary person could do.

Thinking about it, I feel a little dizzy. What is this and what? First, someone poisoned me to get close to the prince of the fallen country, and then a new force intervened in the brothel... Is it true that an aunt is a fairy? Can a straightforward person like me adapt to intrigue? Go to hell!