Chapter 18

Wen Yuan saw that it was the little maid in the pavilion, and suddenly felt a palpitation and said: Is there anything wrong with a girl? Xiao Feng lowered his voice and said: Sister Ziyuan wants to see you, please come here.

Wen Yuan was shocked, and Xiao Feng had already walked away quickly and Wen Yuan hurriedly followed him, thinking: Miss Ziyuan must have recognized me, but she didn't know why she invited me over.

Xiaofeng led Wenyuan to Jieyuan Pavilion quietly. Seeing that there was no one around, he stepped forward and opened the door of the pavilion and said softly: Young Master, please! Wenyuan walked into the pavilion and saw the wooden table of the gauze curtain, but Ziyuan Xiaofeng opened another small wooden door and said: Sister Ziyuan is in the back hall, please go here.

Wen Yuan thanked and walked in. He saw the exquisite and elegant decorations in the back hall, as if the fragrance of flowers flowed, and his mind was refreshed.

Ziyuan had already changed into a lilac satin gauze shirt and was lowering her head to string the pipa. When Wenyuan heard it, he looked up and stared, and said softly: Please sit down and ask the name of the young master? Wenyuan did not dare to look straight, but instead bowed and said respectfully: Wenyuan below, I don’t know what is going on with the girl?

Ziyuan smiled slightly and said: It turned out to be Mr. Wen. Please sit here Xiaofeng, you...you go outside first. Xiaofeng smiled and left the hall and brought the door.

Wen Yuan sat down at a small table. When he looked at Zi Yuan, he saw that her face was red and her long eyelashes blinked gently. He looked a little uneasy. He was definitely not afraid, but he just quietly said nothing, and put the strings of the pipa again. Wen Yuan dared not move arbitrarily, nor did he say a word.

Ziyuan adjusted the pipa, gently plucked the strings twice, looked at Wenyuan, and said softly: Is it you who played the piano on the lake that night? Wenyuan said: Yes

Ziyuan's eyes showed a hint of excitement and sad expression, and she whispered: Mr. Wen, you must be very disappointed, right? Wen Yuan was puzzled and said: Why did the girl say this? Ziyuan Jiang's lips were closed, and she said after a long time: The young master played the mountains and flowing water at that time, which was played by Yu Boya when he saw Zhiyin Zhongziqi... Wen Yuan said: It's Ah!

Ziyuan lowered her head, and her shoulders trembled slightly, and she let out a faint sob. Wenyuan panicked and hurried to Ziyuan and said: Miss Ziyuan, are you feeling uncomfortable?

Ziyuan shook her head weakly, reached out to wipe away the tears, looked up at Wenyuan, and there was still tears in her eyes, and she whispered: Mr. Wen... You are a first-class talent, and you shouldn't know a brothel girl like me... Wenyuan shook her head quickly and said: Who am I? Miss Ziyuan, you should not belittle yourself. Ziyuan sighed and said: Mr. Wen, after listening to your piano, I promised you to help me get out of sleep. I know that you are a man with bright and bright moon, but I have no choice but to invite you to come and play another song for you, and then please forget Ziyuan.

When Wen Yuan heard this, he felt that the eyes were dark, as if the sky was spinning, he was stunned for a moment, murmured: Forgot... Forgot... I heard Ziyuan wave his hand and wave it gently, playing the pipa. Wen Yuan came to his senses and shouted: Miss Ziyuan, wait! Ziyuan stopped playing and looked straight at Wenyuan

Wen Yuan said honestly: Miss Ziyuan, I admire the exquisite music of the girl. It is rare in the world. I hope to interact with her. There is no other picture. The girl can rest assured that there will be no deviant behavior. Ziyuan lowered her head slightly and said quietly: After all, she is a lowly woman, such a lowly woman, is just a plaything for others. She does not doubt the character of the young master, but the young woman is in the dust and is really ashamed to talk about the piano and music with her... As she said that, she seems to shed tears again

Wen Yuan suddenly realized that the reason why Ziyuan's expression changed drastically after hearing the sound of her piano was because she was hurting her life experience and felt inferior. She thought secretly: Although Ziyuan's reputation is all over the world, it is not a glorious thing. Even if her mood is noble, how can others know it? She will feel ashamed of herself because she is afraid that I will look down on her, but I will never. When I think of this, I suddenly felt a heat in my heart and said: Ziyuan, don't worry too much. Girl is kind and helpful, and keep yourself in love. Only admire the girl. She must have difficulties in falling into the world. However, the status of a person is not as important as the morality of a person. In the history of brothels, there are also female heroes such as Li Wa, Liang Hongyu, who are respected by everyone.

Ziyuan's lips trembled slightly and she whispered: Mr. Wen, that's... that's because you have a good heart, but... Wen Yuan's blood surged up, and suddenly he held Ziyuan's hands and said: Miss Ziyuan, the world knows it hard to hear. Since you and I have gathered together, why bother to distinguish between noble and low? I am just a mortal, so what about it?

Ziyuan's body trembled, her cheeks flushed, and she said softly: Mr. Wen, don't you really dislike me? Wen Yuanxi said: Of course not! My heart relaxed, and suddenly I felt a pair of soft and fragrant little hands in my hand, and quickly let go and jumped away, shouting: Ah! Sorry, I'm rude, don't blame me. Ziyuan wiped her tears and smiled and said: No

Wen Yuan saw that she finally smiled again, and was overjoyed and said: Miss Ziyuan, I will play another song for you.

Ziyuan smiled and said: Good Ah

Wenyuan cheered up and sat down with the piano. The pinnacle was soaring. The tune was played lightly and soothing. Ziyuan knew that Wenyuan wanted to make himself feel better, so he chose the song lively. He couldn't help but be grateful. He thought to himself: God has a spirit, so that I can meet this kind-hearted person after many disasters. If I really can't see him again, what would happen?

After Wen Yuan finished playing a song, Zi Yuan placed her elbows on her elbows, holding her face with her velvet-like palms, looking at her, her eyes were filled with a smile, her heart was pounding, and she whispered: Miss Zi Yuan!

Ziyuan blinked twice, as if she had just woken up from a dream, and suddenly appeared shy, and said with a smile: Sorry, I was stunned, um... Master Wen, how much do you know about me?

Wen Yuan scratched her head and said apologetically: I can't hide it from each other. In fact, I heard the girl's name for the first time today. Zi Yuan smiled and said: Then do you want to know? Wen Yuan saw her smile, and felt a little dazed. He calmed down and said: She finally got happy. If she talked about something sad, it would be inappropriate.

Now said: What the girl thinks is good and what she wants to say, please listen carefully.

Ziyuan smiled slightly and said: Mr. Wen, please sit here. Wenyuan quickly got up and sat on the chair beside Ziyuan. Suddenly he felt his heart beating so fast. Although he had been so close to her in the pavilion, he was facing Zhao Pingbo at that time. He never felt that Ziyuan was alone in the room with Ziyuan. Within a few feet, he seemed to smell the fragrance of Lanxin on her body. He suddenly became nervous. I don’t know what kind of mood he felt. In his opinion, Ziyuan was a firework woman. He respected her as much as ordinary women. At this time, he couldn’t help but feel a little restless.

Ziyuan didn't notice his expression and whispered: My father is from Xiangyang. Four years ago, my parents took me to the uncle's house in Hangzhou and met a robber... Wenyuan heard her talk and knew that she wanted to tell the reason for falling into the world. She was afraid that she would hurt her, and was about to stop her. Ziyuan suddenly said: Mr. Wen, do you say we are soulmates? I... I want to say something, I hope you can listen to Wenyuan's helplessness, so he had to say: OK

Ziyuan's expression darkened and she whispered: There were more than a dozen of those robbers holding swords and guns. Well, it was thirteen who had a friend who had some skills in fisting and kicking. She killed several robbers, but she didn't pay attention to slashing her behind her back... Wen Yuan saw that her face was sad and couldn't bear it, and said: Miss Ziyuan...

Ziyuan said: Mr. Wen, please let me say it, otherwise I don’t know who I will tell you

She paused and continued: A robber caught me, got on the horse and left. I was only fourteen years old at that time, crying. I don’t know what to do. He took me to a broken house, tore my clothes and pressed me up alone. I... At this moment, my face showed a very sad expression, but I didn’t cry. Wen Yuan wanted to comfort me, but he couldn’t say anything.

Ziyuan sounded like a mosquito, and said again: Later, six robbers came back. I... I don't know how many times they insulted me, but I just felt it hurt, as if I was in hell... Wen Yuan held his hands tightly, trying his best to suppress his anger and pity, and listened quietly

Ziyuan took a few deep breaths, and his mood stabilized, saying: They sold me here, but never appeared again. Zhu's mother saw me knowing how to sing and dance, treated me as a signboard, and was not too harsh to treat me. When she forced me to pick up customers, I forced myself to death and held a candlestick in the room to face my throat...I...I don't want to be affected by that anymore...

After a year, some officials and gentry knew my name. Gradually, there were more people coming to see me. I told my mother Zhu that she would not spend the night with her guests no matter what. At most, I only played the pipa, qin, and zheng people. Some of them came to force me. Finally, I could deal with it. After I accumulated money, I found out that I found out that I could share it with the poor families on the street... My parents were killed, and I... I had no place to go back.

Later guests also knew that I was unwilling to sell myself, but I was willing to listen to the pipa. Later... A hundred households of Jinyiwei came. He... he was very arrogant, and I had no choice... to resist...

Wen Yuan gritted his teeth and whispered: Miss Ziyuan, stop talking. Ziyuan said quietly: What has happened is better to say it out loud. That time I was so painful that I really wanted to die. I held a knife and wanted to cut my wrist, but Xiao Feng found out and called other sisters to stop me. I... I cried for several days, and then I gradually got better. I heard that the hundred households were dead. Wen Yuan said: This is evil and will be retribution.

Ziyuan sighed softly and said: My body is very dirty, and I have no hope in my life. But sometimes I see my mother Zhu forcing a little girl to go out to pick up customers. I can't bear it, so I plead with mother Zhu or let her go... I really don't want to see... there is another woman like me.

Wen Yuan looked at her beautiful face, and she looked like a woman in the dust. She thought to herself: If it weren't for those bandits' violent acts, she shouldn't have been here today. She should have played the pipa in her boudoir, or enjoyed the scenery between the mountains and lakes, or talked and laughed with her favorites. Just like ordinary girls, it was just the evil deeds of these people, which harmed a good young girl. How can the world be fair? Thinking of this, I felt chivalrous and shouted: Miss Ziyuan, don't worry, I want to redeem you, and I will never let you live here forever.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ziyuan's eyes, and a little joy appeared, but in a blink of an eye, he shook his head and said: That's not true, Mother Zhu would not allow it. Wen Yuan said: Do you want a lot of silver? Ziyuan said: Someone wanted to buy me back in the past, and offered a price of 10,000 taels of silver... Mother Zhu said that he didn't agree, and I didn't want to go back with him. Wen Yuan said: Why?

Ziyuan said: Those who can afford such high prices are all high-ranking officials and rich people. When it comes to character, they may not be much better. I am afraid it is another tiger's mouth. As for you, Mr. Wen... I can't finish a word, lower your head.

Wen Yuan hurriedly said: I just want to redeem the girl, but I have no intention of forcing her to occupy her. Zi Yuan smiled and said: Mr. Wen is heartless, the little girl is very grateful. In fact, even if you... her face suddenly turned red, and she whispered: If you want me to accompany you, what can I say? We are... we are... soulmates.

Wen Yuan looked at her shy and timid, and couldn't help but feel at a loss. He quickly changed the topic and said: How much silver does Mother Zhu want? Ziyuan sighed: With me here, she is not afraid of not having money to make money, so why would she let me go?

Wen Yuan said angrily: This madam is hateful!

Ziyuan sighed softly and said: Mr. Wen, don’t worry too much. Thank you for your hard work. After hearing the little girl said so much, please use a cup of tea. As he said, he poured the cup of tea, Wenyuan thanked him, and said: It’s a pity that I don’t know how to help the girl get out of here. Suddenly I thought of her song of the Han Palace Qiuyue, and I felt it very clearly at this time. I casually plucked the strings of the Han Palace Qiuyue, and I unknowingly, there were several notes of the Han Palace Qiuyue.

Suddenly, a pair of hands were placed on his hands, facing his ten fingers, and gently plucked Wen Yuan was slightly stunned, his fingers stroked the strings with Ziyuan, and played the Han Palace Qiuyue Ziyuan was next to him, and his two soft little hands were pressed against the back of his hand, and the four hands were melted into a pair, and they played very smoothly for a while, and the two of them had a mutual understanding of each other, without any hindrance.

Ziyuan suddenly stopped playing and chuckled: No, this is not right. Wenyuan also smiled and said: Our Han Palace Qiuyue is so happy to play. Ziyuan whispered: It's Ah, I...I...I'm so relaxed now. Her delicate body leaned softly on Wenyuan's shoulder. Wenyuan unconsciously stretched out his arms and hugged Ziyuan in his arms.

A gust of wind blew into the window, and the candlelight on the few candles shook Ziyuan's starry eyes and said softly: Mr. Wen, what do you want? Wen Yuan suddenly woke up and quickly let go of Ziyuan gently, looking extremely ashamed, saying: Sorry, I...uh...I'm really sorry. Ziyuan saw that he was so anxious, and couldn't help but burst into laughter and said: I'm sorry? Wen Yuan said: I shouldn't offend the girl's body. Ziyuan looked shy and said: I didn't blame you.

Wen Yuan's mind was slightly dizzy. He looked at the weak girl in front of him and was chatting and laughing calmly. He was confused for a moment and murmured: Confucius said: When he was young, his blood was not settled, so he was timid. Sure enough, it was a good thing. Zi Yuan smiled and said: It turned out that the young master not only had a great piano skills, but also read poetry and books. Wen Yuan felt a little embarrassed and said: It might not be possible. Suddenly, he heard a chuckling next to him, as if he was a woman's accent.

Ziyuan and Wenyuan were both stunned. There were only two of them in the hall, but who was the laughter?

Ziyuan said: Xiaofeng, is it you? But there is no response

Wen Yuan glanced back around and found a strange shadow behind a white screen. Because it was dark, the candlelight shone through the paper screen, so it became clear. However, it was difficult to find Wen Yuan calm during the day. He said: Miss Ziyuan, it seems that it is not Miss Xiaofeng, who else would come here? Ziyuan pondered: It should be nothing.

Wen Yuan said: This is strange... As he said that, he flew away. Before he grabbed the screen, he pushed the screen away with his palm and suddenly a silver light flashed. A sword light flashed in front of Wen Yuan's eyes. It was extremely dangerous, but it was not hit. When he saw clearly, it was two handsome boys hiding behind the screen, one of them holding a short sword in his hand.

Wen Yuan retreated and condensed his energy and said: Two of you are... When he looked closely, he suddenly couldn't say that the young man holding a short sword smiled and said: Hello, don't say that he can't recognize us anymore! The other man looked embarrassed and stood aside.

Ziyuan saw two boys hiding in his room. Although she was surprised, Wen Yuan was even more surprised. If these two men were men, they would be too handsome. One had a smart eye and the other was beautiful and pretty. It was Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong.

Although I was wearing men's clothing, I had not disguised myself. No one could tell that it was two little girls, Wen Yuan, who never expected that the two girls would appear here, but it was still in a brothel. It was incredible. I don't know how to speak.