Chapter 28 Performance

I didn't expect that if I watched the bustle, I would be watched by others. If I knew it would be like this, I wouldn't come to Yihongyuan.

Unfortunate, there is only a lack of regret medicine in the world.

When I stood in the middle of the stage in gorgeous clothes like a peacock and was stared at by the whole Yihongyuan, I was almost crying without tears~

God, do you want to be so bloody?!!! I howled in my heart and looked at the sky speechlessly~

When it comes to the experience just now, it can only be described in one sentence, that is, the scholar meets a soldier, which is unreasonable!

This is how it happened.

I sat in my seat waiting for Chunhong's girl, but after waiting for a long time and didn't see her come back, I was a little anxious. Although Chunhong put on makeup, plagiarism and banditry coexist, others generally do not take the initiative to provoke her, unless that person is really intractive. However, I believe that this probability is very small, but it can't resist the fact that she is a woman. In fact, the most important thing is that she is afraid that she will provoke others. After all, there are too many drunk men in the brothel. I'm afraid that one will take advantage of Chunhong. With Chunhong's hot temper, she will definitely not be a little sheep without saying a word.

So, let's go and have a look. I sighed softly and got up.

I was walking to a maidservant to ask about the location of the hut, but unexpectedly, a man grabbed my hand and made me want to curse. I thought it was a drunk. I turned around and was stunned.

I didn't expect to be a middle-aged beautiful woman. She was very clean and tidy, her hair was very tight, and there was no mess. Even her clothes were flat and there were almost no wrinkles.

It seems that he is a rigorous and old-fashioned person, and it should not be easy to match. I had such an idea in my heart, and then I left it behind. No matter what about her, why do people who meet each other care about whether she is good or not?

With the attitude that more is better than less, I barely smiled on my face and wanted to remind her not to grab my hand so hard. It hurts too much! I was about to speak, but I was interrupted by her.

"Are you the singer of 'Listening to the Snow Tower'? I heard that you are a loving woman dressed as a man, and it really lives up to your reputation!" The middle-aged beauty looked at me with critical eyes for a while and said:

"Although I don't know how the rules of your 'Maple Building' are, but when you arrive at our Yihong Courtyard, you have to abide by the rules of our Yihong Courtyard. Don't come to the performance and don't see anyone. It's easy for me to find. If you are alone and make these guests angry, even if you are the famous actor of 'Fenglou', You have to carefully consider your skin. Our Yihongyuan is not as talkative as your 'Fenglou'!"

After saying that, he didn't allow me to speak at all. He waved his hand, and several rough maids appeared next to him, holding me back.

In fact, the middle-aged beautiful woman said a lot, but I was still confused and didn't understand what she said at all. What is "Fenglou"? When did I become a famous actor again?

It was not until her rough maids held me that I realized that I was mistaken!

However, it was too late to speak. The middle-aged beautiful woman stuffed a piece of cloth into my mouth with a good look and blocked what I was going to say. I could only hear the sound of "Whew~"

Wow, even the equipment is ready. I stared at the middle-aged woman with anger. If her eyes can kill people, I will definitely poke 180 holes in her body!

However, the middle-aged beautiful woman was so calm that she glanced at me plainly and said a sentence that made me surrender immediately:

"If you stare again, I will arrange ten or eight men for you later, so that you can stare enough."

You just went to serve the ten or eight men. You old witch must have endocrine disorders. Menopause is coming! I spat in my heart, but I didn't dare to stare any more. Under her satisfied look, I lowered my head and closed my eyes. Who told us to hold our lives in her hands now?

I blamed the dead spring red, who was so slow to go to the toilet, which made me mistaken by others and suffered such a crime. When I went back, I had to calculate this account fiercely. I thought viciously that it seemed that I could resist the fear of the unknown.

Yes, I'm scared. I don't know whether the old witch said the performance was to let me perform on the stage or in someone else's room.

If you perform on the stage, you may be able to leave as soon as the performance is a little better. But I also thought that once I was favored by the guests under the stage, would I be forced to pick up guests? After all, listening to the old witch's tone, she didn't pay attention to the "Fenglou" at all. It's not a big deal to think about this "Fenglou". Otherwise, would it have fallen to Yihongyuan to perform?

However, it is also a little better than performing in other people's rooms. Think about it, once you promote the performance in other people's rooms, will there be a complete life? Even if my co-length is ordinary and not in good shape, the little buds can't be seen by the distinguished guests, but it can't resist the men's drunkenness and do it in confusion. Although I still have some powder on my body, I don't faint like others. I regret a little. Why didn't I bring some out?

Alas, we can only do it one step at a time. I really hope that Chunhong can appear and save me from water and fire.

Unfortunately, Chunhong did not hear my prayer and appeared in front of me until she walked to a room.

I was depressed and leaned on a rough maid. In fact, I was saving my strength. Once something happened, it would be easy to run away.

Just as my hands were sweating nervously, the door opened, and there was no man I fantasized about. On the contrary, two beautiful maids were inside and looked at them casually. There were various performance clothes in the room, and there was a dresser. There was also a lot of canned rouge gouache on the dressing table.

Seeing this, I was secretly relieved. Fortunately, there was no worst result, and I guess it was to perform on the stage.

Sure enough, the middle-aged beautiful woman said lightly:

"Hurry up and help her dress up. The performance time is coming soon. The audience must be impatient to wait. Try to be as fast as possible, but be sure to make it eye-catching..." She paused and said disdainfully:

"Let's throw this little suit aside at will!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked to the table beside him and sat down. Immediately, someone poured a cup of tea and sent it to the middle-aged woman with a smile. The two maidservant answered and couldn't help but take off the men's clothes on me, changed my clothes, pushed me to the dresser and began to dress up.

I'm like a puppet. What else can I do with them? I can't change anything. It's better to cooperate with them and suffer less. I've always been a very knowledgeable person.

However, the makeup speed of these two maids is really fast. After a while, I have been dressed neatly and coated with rouge gouache on my face.

When I opened my eyes and looked at the people in the bronze mirror, I was stunned.

Is this me?

It is no longer a messy hair. The person in the bronze mirror has a drooping hairpin, and a silver hairpin is simply inserted in the bun. The face is covered with a light *, and a layer of lavender eye makeup is dyed next to the eye circles, which looks like a playful elf.

People rely on clothes and saddles. This sentence is really true. Even I, who is flat-to-beapart, look beautiful and pleasant under careful dressing up. It seems that I didn't spend time dressing up at all, but in the alien world where I am not familiar with life, my goal every day is to live, and there is no other intention to dress up. I can't help smiling bitterly.

I just wanted to reach out and touch it to see if I was dreaming, but I heard the shrill voice of a middle-aged beautiful woman to stop me;

"Don't touch it with your hands, or you will have to delay dressing up again." She came to me with satisfaction in her eyes. She nodded almost inaudiblely and said faintly, "Let's go. It's almost time."

After saying that, he crossed me and walked forward, and several rough maids who had just stood me stood behind me like a god, with no expression on their faces.

I was appointed to sigh and followed the middle-aged woman.

However, when I stand on the stage, I know how much pressure is. The dark people stared at you with fiery eyes. If I hadn't seen a big scene, I would have softened my feet.

What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beautiful woman? I really want to raise my paws and give one paw to each person below, but... I turned my head and looked at a corner. The middle-aged woman's face was as heavy as water, and there was a warning in her eyes, which made me shiver. She stared at me for a while and made a simple gesture to indicate that I could perform.

Perform your sister!! I'm not the singer you mentioned. How do you want me to perform??

However, I didn't dare to be presumptuous. That middle-aged woman was so horrible that she could be called "Mother's second". Her methods were extremely fierce and arbitrary. She didn't allow me to explain anything at all. She asked someone to dress up for me and pushed me to the stage like a duck to the shelves. I didn't even have any psychological preparation.

It's a nightmare!

I still don't know what to perform. It seems that I don't remember any good songs.

But the people under the stage didn't have so much patience. They were about to quarrel and laughed one by one, asking me to perform quickly.

Instead, I calmed down and suddenly remembered a song that could make them have a good time. There was a mischievous smile at the corners of his mouth.

pressed it with his hand and signaled them to calm down. When they calmed down, I smiled and said:

"I guess many people are already impatient."

As soon as the voice fell, many men under the stage immediately responded. I continued to smile and said after they calmed down again:

"I'm sorry to have been waiting for me for so long. Since it's my fault, I will make up for it. Next, it will be the happy song I sing to everyone. The name is..." He put his right hand behind him and moved it gently to signal that the music could get up.

The lingering voice sounded, but my name had not been said, which satisfied the appetite of the people below. Just as they were about to make trouble again, my loud voice sounded and frightened my chin:

"If you feel happy, clap your hands!"