"You put on the phoenix crown and cloudy clothes, I covered my eyebrows and eyes, and the red curtain was pulled open, and a brief show was played."

Long Junchen sat upright, blocking the warm touch around him from his mind, squinted at Yu Ji who was entering the scene, he was a little curious about what kind of farewell mystery he would see in a brothel in a foreign country.

The so-called highest realm of opera is that there are no flowers but trees, but there are no waves to see the rivers. When singing and reciting, sitting and playing "the loyalty, filial piety, integrity and righteousness have become a temporary separation, joy and sorrow". The Han girl who played the piano and sang music just now has already dressed in the gorgeous costumes of the Dan role. She is about to part with the Overlord's life and death. The Overlord of Wujiang seems to have died after parting with Yu Ji. Just like Napoleon who returned from exile for the first time, he lost his beloved Josephine, and he has lost his true fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

Long Junchen plunged his hands behind his head, pursing his lips, and savoring Miss Han's graceful posture. It has to be said that the girl has beautiful eyebrows and big eyes, which is extremely suitable for acting. After applying makeup, she is more pure and charming, and is indescribably weak. Although her lips are not covered with red dan, she is even more charming. Especially when Long Junchen looked at the cherry mouth with bright lipstick and making a babbling sound, Long Junchen licked her lips, and suddenly there was an evil smell of a normal male animal. He looked at the girl in the field, sitting upright, no longer sinking into the plump breasts and fat buttocks of the woman beside him, but just listened quietly to the play.

After the farewell mystery was finished singing, Long Junchen opened his eyes and found that there were no other guests in the box. It was thought that the guest before that thought he was angry, so he deliberately drove away other guests and gave him a chance to appreciate Miss Han alone. Long Junchen narrowed his eyes and did not express his praise artificially, "Miss Han is born with a good singing style."

Miss Han heard the praise of the calm young master, and her face was natural, and she did not seem to lose her compliment because of Long Junchen's unconcealed praise. She thought she was often praised. She helped her with a slight help, and her eyebrows became vivid because of this frown and smile.

"Young Master, do you want to continue listening to the song or drink some wine? Or..." I guess I knew Zhike's advance arrangement, so Bawang and other women had left the room at this time, leaving only Long Junchen and Miss Han. Long Junchen touched his chin and said with a smile: "It would be a pity for the girl to have this singing style. If she didn't sing the song, I'll enjoy another song, well..., please sing a song for me and ask Qinhuai."

Miss Han pursed her lips, bowed slightly to Long Junchen, and then retreated from the room. After a while, she walked in again, had already taken off her makeup, put on a green green shirt, and held a pipa in her arms. After she sat down, she brushed her hands on the strings of the piano, and two crisp sounds were heard. Miss Han opened her red lips slightly, her eyebrows bent, and she sang: "Old windows, broken paper, broken thresholds, and the eyes were cut off. When the pink and flute were in the past, where was the flute? After the light boat, the Dragon Boat was not disturbed, and the wine flag was full of boredom. The white birds were floating, the green water surging, the tender yellow flowers were flying, and there was no one to see the new red leaves."

The song is graceful and gentle, sometimes high and gentle, sometimes as if it is as breathless as a silkworm. Long Junchen was drinking the imperial wine in his mouth while quietly listening to the song Qinhuai. The wine in his mouth actually lost its original taste in the opera, like herbal tea.

"Where is the flute in the past?" When Long Junchen heard this, his shaking wine glass stumbled slightly, and his eyes drooped slightly, thinking about the brilliant scene of his tyrannical figure in the Dragon Walker back then, thinking about his death without regrets, and revenge without worries, and thinking about his ordinary life after he broke up and returned to the field. Thinking of the concern that he often grew and had a long love between his children, he felt a little dazed and sighed for no reason. He always felt that he was only in his twenties, so how could he have the feeling of Lao Chen and his sudden enlightenment that had experienced the vicissitudes of the world? It was really absurd.

The song continued to sing. Long Junchen was in a calm autumn day, and he felt like he was in a charming and relaxing atmosphere. He felt that it was great to relax like this overnight. He arrived in Yinhai City, went to Maoshan, and now he moved to Japan. After struggling for so long, he didn't seem to have much rest.

I don’t know how long it took, after the banquet, after the song ended, Qin Huai’s song was finished singing quietly, Long Junchen was still savoring the sorrow of going to the country and homesickness between the lines, and sighing with the vicissitudes of the world. Long Junchen clapped his hands again, and the applause was crisp. Then he raised his thumbs up, not hesitating to ask Qin Huai’s love, and teased: “Miss Han’s singing is really good. I don’t know who he is visiting?”

Miss Han looked embarrassed, as if she was unwilling to mention her family teacher to strangers. Long Junchen did not feel any anger because of Miss Han's silence, but just stared at her with a bright look. After a while, Miss Han timidly avoided Long Junchen's gaze and stammered and said, "Little girl, I can only have the best card when I meet the nobleman Xing, but I can only have the best card today."

"My friends Xing, Xing Zimo?" Long Junchen's eyes turned around and recalled the opera master named Xing in the country of Shenzhou. After thinking about it, Xing Zimo, who used opera to give him a gift at his wedding, met this surname, so he blurted out. Miss Han was also a little surprised that Long Junchen said Xing Zimo's full name. After all, there are too many artful people now, and it seems that they have all been involved in everything, but in fact they are all golden and jade. If they ask carefully, these people will know nothing at all.

Miss Han did not expect that the playboy who looked a little ascetic in front of him was actually a real thing. Even everyone knew Xing. He looked a little surprised immediately, but a hint of undetectable fear and anxiety flashed in his eyes. Long Junchen pursed his lips, waved his hand slightly, and said to Miss Han: "If a girl wants to know more, we can have a deep communication."

Miss Han's face turned slightly red, but seeing the young man's gentle smile, it was rare that she did not refuse the customer's request. If she refused, she was swallowed up again. If she was usually in her capacity, she would not sing a song alone for a certain customer, and there would be no lingering and tenderness.
Chapter completed!