The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

The news that the mysterious oiran of the Firework House insists on performing arts and not selling himself, and regards money as dung spread like wildfire, attracting more people to come to see her beauty, but unfortunately, this oiran never showed up.

On this day, after she finished dancing to a song, she was about to leave as usual, but the men below started booing as if they had made an agreement——

"Miss Ziyuan, what exactly do you want to let us see your true face in Mount Lushan?"

"Yes, yes, Miss Ziyuan, as long as you ask, we will give it no matter how much it is."

Last time, Mr. Lin paid 10 taels, but she still refused to take off her veil. Her aloofness, and her regard for money as dung, aroused the men's interest and desire even more.

Su Yueming, who was covered with a veil, slowly glanced at the crowd with that indifferent look, and said——

"Ziyuan doesn't want money, even if you give me mountains of gold and silver, I don't want it either."

Everyone is surprised, don't you want gold and silver? "Then what do you want?"

Su Yueming looked behind her, Bi'er understood, and brought over the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, what is this for?Everyone started talking in low voices.

Su Yueming picked up the fault and danced on the rice paper. After a while, two vigorous lines appeared in front of everyone, not at all like a poem written by a woman——

"Without a colorful phoenix and flying wings, but with a clear heart?"

"That's right, what I want is someone who knows my heart. There is only one person in this world who knows my heart. I will only take off the veil for him in this life." Su Yueming saw that all the men in the audience were attracted by her. Bureau, know, the time has come.

"Who?" Everyone was very curious.

"The Seventh Prince of the Dynasty—Xuanyuan Qilin." Su Yueming said a name in a very clear and slow tone.

The Seventh Prince Xuanyuan Qilin?In the eyes of the people and the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty, he is a well-known idle prince. Because his mother and concubine were not of high birth, he has no real power.

Only Su Yueming knows that it is now the 13th year of Xuanwu Emperor, Xuanyuan Qilin has not yet shown his ambitions, and he is not what the world sees him to be.He traveled around mountains and rivers, and being addicted to brothels was just one of his tricks. The emperor had nine sons, and all of them tried their best for the throne.

In fact, after the death of the crown prince, Xuanyuan Qilin will be Xuanyuan Qiche's most powerful opponent. However, in the previous life, she, Su Yueming, planned for Xuanyuan Qiche, and Xuanyuan Qilin lost in the end. After Xuanyuan Qiche ascended the throne, He was severely punished for the crime of treason, his hands and feet were broken, and he slept and ate with pigs.

The mysterious woman in the Firework House, who has superb singing and dancing skills, is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, is not moved by ten thousand taels of gold, and only wants to be moved by the Seven Kings of the dynasty, Xuanyuan Qilin, who revealed his true face on Lushan Mountain. On the prince's house.

And Su Yueming was only waiting for Xuanyuan Qilin's arrival, when the time came, it would be the beginning of her road to revenge.

At night, the dew wets the bamboo leaves, and occasionally there is a sound of dew falling on the ground in the quiet air.

Su Yueming was dressed in plain white clothes, standing in the green bamboo garden, looking at the bright moon in the sky, her back looked so thin and desolate.

Once again, the scene of her fetus taken out by caesarean section before full term, simmering in the stewing pot, and her beloved Wen Yi, who was only five years old, was sold to Here comes the fireworks building!What kind of life will she live?

Her heart was bleeding, she bit her lower lip fiercely, trembling all over.

"Ugh..." Suddenly, a piercing pain stabbed her heart hard, her whole body suddenly leaned forward, and a mouthful of thick blood spurted out, sprinkled on the bamboo leaves in front of her, drop by drop. Blood, fell to the ground.