Qunfang Pavilion.

Li Dahu wrapped all the daggers on the ground with strips of cloth, turned around and left.

As Li Dahu left, the door of the box opened again.

"Qing Yan, ask you people from Qunfang Pavilion to change our box to a private room."

Zi Yan shouted loudly as if nothing had happened.

Qing Yan, who had been waiting outside and had been worried, walked in quickly from outside. Her eyes were bloodshot, she was biting her lips, and her face looked tired and pale.

"Sir, do you want to change the box upstairs?" Qing Yan glanced at the box and confirmed that Zi Yan was fine. She felt much more at ease before she spoke.

"What's so special about the private room upstairs?" Zi Yan asked with interest.

"It's different from the one downstairs. The one upstairs is a suite, which is more expensive..." Qing Yan briefly described the private room upstairs in a few words.

In fact, people usually have dinner in the private room downstairs. Even rich young men choose this way.

The private room upstairs is a private space. Usually you bring a woman in, and the two of you are basically alone, unless you have some special preferences.

After hearing this, Zi Yan was secretly amused. Qing Yan invited her to the box upstairs. Could it be that he fell in love with her?

But it's a pity that she is not a man.

If the truth is told to her, will her outlook be ruined?

However, Zi Yan doesn't care about this. She has always been a destroyer of three views, because she is proficient in the art of disguise. Men, women, old and middle-aged people have played the role of all kinds of people during missions, except

For a little girl under the age of thirteen, she really can't dress up, so she can do anything else.

During this process, many ridiculous things happened, including this one.

"Let's go, let's go to the private room upstairs." Zi Yan smiled slightly.

Joy appeared on Qing Yan's face. She stretched out her white jade-like palms and gently stroked the hair from her forehead. She walked upstairs with a graceful figure.

"You two wait below. If the madam comes back, bring her up as soon as possible." Zi Yan ordered, and then followed Qing Yan upstairs.

Step by step, climb the fragrant stairs until you reach the third floor of the pavilion.

The terrain here is high, and from the corner of the handrail, you can see the luxurious and prosperous street scene outside through the carved hollow windows. Zi Yan glanced at it and looked back.

After entering the private room, Zi Yan felt the low-key luxury here. The screens, tables and chairs, the vases and antiques placed, and the hanging paintings were all very tasteful.

There is also a guqin placed near the table on the side. It has a burnt yellow body and tight strings. It looks like it has some age.

Zi Yan walked over, lowered her body, stretched out her slender fingers, and fiddled with the strings a few times, and a string of pleasant piano sounds immediately sounded.

"Young Master, can you play the piano?" Qing Yan's eyes lit up.

"I understand a little bit," Zi Yan said lightly.

"I saw that the young master casually played the most difficult piece of music in Die Lian Hua. This is no longer just a slight understanding, but a mastery. The young master is too humble." Qing Yan's eyes flashed and she smiled slightly.

She pursed her lips and suggested: "Master, the slave family has recently adapted a new dance of colorful clothes. I wonder if the master can play a song to accompany the slave family?"

"Okay, I just wanted to see how Qing Yan's adaptation of Dance of Neon Clothes looks like." Zi Yan nodded, took a step forward and sat cross-legged, placing her hands on the piano.

She slowly twisted her fingertips, and the song "Die Lian Hua" flowed through her fingertips like a cry.

And the moment the piano sounded, the green smoke willow bent its waist and danced gracefully.

Zi Yan secretly sighed, this Qing Yan is a dancing genius, he can actually change the dance of neon clothes into something so exciting and beautiful, this is real art.

Originally, she was just going to deal with it casually, but now that she sees Qing Yan's talent, she feels sympathy for each other.

She thought that not only her, but also Yang Ruoqing would be heartbroken when she saw it.

It's a pity that she herself is not a man, otherwise she would be ecstatic and fall for her.

No wonder Ji Yushu went crazy for her, there was a reason.

After a dance, Qing Yan's face turned red. At this moment, she was extremely bright. She bit her lip, came to Zi Yan, suddenly took Zi Yan's arm, and whispered: "Master!"

Nephrite is warm and fragrant, and speaks softly.

If he were a man, he would have been drunk long ago.

Zi Yan sighed and said: "Qing Yan."

At this moment, her voice had changed. It was no longer a man's voice, but had returned to her original voice.

Qing Yan's eyes widened: "Master, you..."

"Sorry, actually I am not a man, I am a girl."

Zi Yan turned sideways, took out the paint and smeared it on her face. The traces of those men immediately disappeared, revealing a jade-like face. Her beauty was not at all superior to that of Qing Yan, but also had a layer of heroic spirit and eyebrows of a woman.

The charm between.

"You can call me Jiang Ziyan." Ziyan smiled slightly.

Qing Yan covered his mouth and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

What kind of thing is this? It’s hard to find a man you admire, but he’s actually a girl, disguised as a man.

Suddenly, the world was spinning, and she felt that the world had changed.

It’s like a dream!

Zi Yan blinked playfully, then took out the disguise box again, and with a few random moves in front of Qing Yan, her face returned to that of a young man, and her voice changed to that of a man.

"Qingyan, remember to keep it a secret from me and don't tell anyone."

Qing Yan nodded subconsciously and said: "Okay, Sister **, the slave family will keep it a secret."

Seeing Qing Yan's stupid look as her outlook had been ruined, Zi Yan raised her eyebrows: "Don't worry, next time my sister will introduce you to a good man, I will keep it to your satisfaction."

Zi Yan has seen many outstanding men, and she is not lying when she says she wants to introduce him to a good husband.

"Sister **, your appearance-changing technique is so miraculous, just as miraculous as Mr. Yang's technique." Qing Yan couldn't help but say.

"Mr. Yang? Are you a doctor who knows how to do facials?" Zi Yan smiled slightly.

Qing Yan, who finally accepted the reality, became lively. She smiled and said: "Mr. Yang is a doctor who can change faces. People outside in the world call her ghost doctor. She is very powerful. Many women in Qunfang Pavilion have had their faces changed by her."

Yes, but the slave family has not changed."

"That's right, you don't need to change your appearance, and any forced change will leave problems. As you get older, everything will come out," Zi Yan said.

"We girls in brothels have this fate. Many sisters have no choice but to survive." Qing Yan sighed leisurely.

"What about you, with your ability, you can leave the brothel and do something else to make a living." Zi Yan asked.

Qing Yan shook his head: "It can't be done. With the appearance of the Nu family and the protection of Qunfang Pavilion here, you can't tell whether you will survive after leaving this place. A few years ago, one of the top girls in our Qunfang Pavilion became a good person.
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