The Guo family's martial arts master did not have internal skills, and Du already knew that his subordinates, Xue's mother and others, did not teach Xue Qing either.

The peddler Kang Nian and the other two were seriously injured and killed seven black armored guards, but Xue Qing killed five of them alone. It can be said that they were not hurt at all. It is really impossible to explain if they don’t say anything.

Xue Qing looked at him and said, "I can't say it."

It’s not that there is no, but that it cannot be said that this means there is a hidden story. Lord Du looked at the girl under the moon, dressed in a teenager, and had a green dress. Although it was covered up inside, he still looked neat and graceful. The moonlight covered her face, and the face with powder applied whiteness, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes. Compared with the daytime, he looked cold and arrogant.

She is...Prince Baozhang. He has been away for so many years and has thought about what this child looks like now. Now it seems that this is what he should be like.

Tuo was not angry or panic, his expression calmed down and he just said, "That's it."

Xue Qing nodded, didn't say anything anymore, looked at Du sideways and took a step forward, Du made a mistake and said, "Is it difficult to believe your identity?"

Xue Qing saw him smiling, nodded and said, "Yes." He said, "But if it is a fact, you must accept it. Don't worry, I'll just adapt."

Du Yi nodded and said, "Young Master Qingzi's words and actions are convincing, so that the teenagers in Chang'an City can be surrounded by."

He must have heard of everything about himself. Xue Qing smiled and sighed softly: "I don't want anything to be surrounded by or not, it's just the teenagers who are playing around."

The two soon walked to Xue Qing's door and saw Ge Chuan, who was standing in the moonlight, looking forward to it, hurriedly flashing into the shadow inside the door, trying not to disturb them, and want them to talk more.

Xue Qing did not call her mother, just pretending she couldn't see it. Du saw her and smiled slightly, saying, "Young Master Qingzi, go back quickly."

Xue Qing responded with a tribute to him, but Du called her again and said, "Young Master Qingzi didn't leave home if he wanted to go to the capital, right?"

Xue Qing looked back at him and said, "Yes." He smiled again, "I still can't say it."

Du Yi smiled and said, "Okay, if you can't say it, don't say it." There was no curiosity or doubt at all, nor was there any heartbrokenness.

In fact, how did she learn this skill? What to do when she leaves home? I don’t know whether she knows that it doesn’t matter. For Du, she is the princess. She is in front of her and she lives well. This is enough. It’s meaningless to be confused about other irrelevant things. It’s really a very powerful person who is calm and knows how to choose... Just like myself, Xue Qing is holding his hands forward. It’s not easy to deal with a powerful person like me. I’m worried.

He walked into the door and shouted loudly, but Ge Chuan seemed to hear the shadows coming out of the back of the door.

"...I'm back? Have you drunk too much? Is your head hurting?..."

"...It doesn't hurt...Mom, I want to drink apricot tea..."

"...Okay, I'll cook... Do you want to read?"

"...Yes, I will definitely be scolded when facing the teacher tomorrow... I can handle it after reading the homework well..."

"...Why do we say we are sick and go to school a few days later and wait until they get rid of their anger..."

"...Mom, if you are written in a book, there will be four words... A loving mother will lose her son."

"...Is that so? Is it good to be kind to mother...but these are five words..."

Listening to the voices coming from the small yard, Du stood silently for a moment, smiled slightly again and turned around and strided on the moon and walked away.

Under the moonlight, the night in the capital kicked off.

Suddenly there were more cars and horses on the Zuixianlou, which caused people on the street to ask curiously. They learned that there was a performance at Zuixianlou tonight. The so-called performance was a prostitute performing singing and dancing in public, and most of them were famous. These were invited separately for specific people to see. At this time, everyone could see it, and it was also an attractive method. There were more people in Zuixianlou than in the past, especially the hall was full of individual guests. She could see women who could not see them without spending money. That was a big advantage, so how could she not come?

But there are also rich and identities who don’t seek cheap things, but instead think that this move has ruined their interest.

“Noisy…”

"...what do you want to see? Yan Niang's red sleeve dance or Su Qin's piano?...It's better to find a cleanliness..."

"...But I heard that a new person has come to Zuixianlou?"

These words made the people around him curious, are they new? I don’t know how talented and beautiful you are? Then you have to go and see. If you are outstanding and praised, you will be popular in the future and you will be glorious.

"...I came from Chang'an City... I specially sang the water tune song I wrote for Zong Zhou..."

After hearing this, people who were ready to move stopped. The water-tip song head has been spreading in the capital for several months, and the brothels in the city have been singing all over the city...

"...It is said that this is the first one to sing, and it is different from what we usually sing here."

The lyrics chanting in brothels are the same as those in the lyrics and cards, and they all have fixed tunes. The different ones are indeed fresh, so they attracted a group of people to flock.

Some people still don’t care. Although Li Huixian from Zuixian Tower hides the newcomer like a treasure, he has shown it to some big customers who are not low in status and can afford money... The ultimate goal of hiding the baby is to attract this big customer.

"...It's okay...it's new...it's nothing special." Someone was happy.

In addition to the fun of the past, the Zuixian Tower was a bit nervous. The gorgeous women were joking and waiting to play behind the big platform. For ordinary prostitutes, this was an opportunity to show that they were more liked by others. For the famous Hongjie, it was also time to lose her reputation. The real and fake lazy and casual laziness were a bit serious, and she was polite and polite. Suddenly, someone shook the pearls on his temples, looked left and right, and said, "Why didn't you see Miss Chunxiao? Wouldn't you take the stage tonight?"

A woman tweaking the strings on the side said, "How could it be? Tonight is actually her first time meeting in the crowd. She made a big splash, how could she not come?"

Many women laughed, some were jealous and some were teasing, but some were disdainful.

"We please people with our skills..." A woman whispered to the people around her, "...I eat all over the world with one move, but this move is not a single poem... Of course, this poem is really good."

While there was a lively chatting and laughing, the brothel manager came in and greeted the show, asking everyone to go on stage one by one in the arranged order. For a moment, the lights in the Zuixian Tower were all gone, but the stage was bright, and the fat Yanshou played and sang and danced like Penglai, the fairyland was filled with cheers and cheers. The atmosphere was warm.

It was just that the hall was lively, and the private rooms seemed a little dull. Four or five people were sitting in one of them, as if they were impatient by the noise outside.

"Close the doors and windows..." someone waved his hand.

Some people closed the doors and windows as they said, but some were not satisfied.

"It's also noisy when you close it... so is Li Huixian. The older he is, the less he can't do business..."

The person standing by the window and trying to reach out his hand suddenly cried, turned his head and said to everyone, "It's outside that Chunxiao from Chang'an City is going to go on stage, it's the one who sang the water tune..." This is asking if you want to see it.

The people in the room looked at each other, some hesitated, but some were impatient.

"I'm so tired of listening... I'll sing it to you..."

Before he finished speaking, he calmed down because he was waiting for the newcomer to come on stage and heard the name Chunxiao, and suddenly a strange male voice came from outside.

"...When will the bright moon come...ask the blue sky with wine..."

This sound made the outside roar, and the few people inside laughed and pointed at the man who was talking: "Someone is earlier than you."

Listening to the laughter from the audience, Li Huixian, who was sitting in a room, shook his fan in anger: "These people are so annoying! They are bullying the little girl." But they did not mean to stand up for this little girl.

In this brothel, the only one who can stand out for himself is himself, and no one can be reliable.

The lights on the stage dimmed a little, which meant that they were about to go on stage, but the man was still laughing and making noise in the audience because of the strange voices before.

The sound of the guqin slowly rang out in this noisy, and it was rigid and dull.

Not nice...

Is this the so-called water-tune song head with different singing styles? The noise gradually became deeper and many people looked at the stage. The light on the stage was still dim, and there was a person standing on it, not as bright as other women appeared.

What? The sound of the piano continued with a bit of dullness, soothing the noise, gradually becoming clearer and clearer. All eyes were concentrated on the stage, and even the man who was about to close the window stopped.

The figures on the stage moved, but they were not dancing, but paced, step by step from the dark to the light... A sound sounded in the hall, stirring again.

Under the light, there was a young man in a green shirt and robe, holding a book in one hand and holding the other behind him, with his head slightly lowered as if he was reading a book seriously.

"A man?"

Inquiry sounds were everywhere, but they were quickly refuted.

"The shoulder-cutting bee waist and willow posture, the woman is dressed in men's clothing..."

"Interesting, how do you pretend to be a man?"

"We are not breaking our sleeves..."

The whispers started again, and the people on the stage were unmoved, suddenly looked up and sighed for a long time.

"Young man's chivalry..."

The sound is raised, the piano is raised, the book is hung, the hand is raised, the sword is bright, the waist is twisted straight, like a white crane radiating its wings.

"Fighting with Wuduoxiong..."

The female voice suddenly rose higher, as bright as a chickling chirping, and like a sharp arrow passing through everyone's ears.

"The liver and gallbladder holes, the hair is towering, the conversation is in the same way as life and death, and the promise is worth a thousand gold."

The long sword was swinging, Liu Zi hid his edge, and in early April, everyone present shook their hair for a moment.
Chapter completed!