Master of the city

Zhang Fan frowned, walked a few steps forward, crossed the courtyard, stepped into the hall, and stood outside the curtain.

This time, the woman in the curtain did not get up to take off her clothes, but still sat there calmly, fingers gently playing on the strings all the time. The melody was full of ancient charm, but there was no taste of resentment and charm.

Does it mean that the director of lanruo Temple suddenly changed?

"Young master, I'm afraid I'm going to hurt my heart if I'm so silent. Even if my music is vulgar, please give me a word to let me know where it is."

When the woman bowed her head to play the piano, she didn't even look up to see Zhang Fan.

"It's a good piano, but you don't have the horse flea."

Zhang Fan is not sure what kind of situation he is in and whether he is still confused. He just feels that a very important thing in his mind has been ignored, which makes Zhang Fan feel very uncomfortable.

"What are you talking about? What horse flea is not horse flea? Isn't it insulting to say that? Does the sound of a little girl's zither only deserve the word "no horse flea"

The woman in the curtain seems to be a little displeased. She caresses the Guqin with her fingers, then presses her hands on the strings and stops playing.

"Oh, no, no, miss. I said something wrong. Just now a woman was playing here. The sound of the piano is far different from that of miss. I wonder why she said such disrespectful words. I hope Miss will forgive me."

Zhang Fan also knows that he has said something wrong. It's a woman. How can he use "no horse flea" to describe other people's zither? Do you really regard it as goulanyuan fireworks lane?

"Young master, please give me some tea for me."

As soon as the woman in the curtain waved her hand, the curtain immediately opened. Zhang Fan saw that the curtain was not the main hall of the temple he had thought before, but a rather elegant house.

There is a futon in front of and behind the piano table. The woman who is playing the piano is sitting on the futon behind the table. There is also a futon in front of the table. The woman waves to indicate that Zhang Fan is sitting on the futon, and then gets up and goes to a nearby desk.

Zhang Fan was a little surprised. The woman was very beautiful, even a little more beautiful than Nie Xiaoqian, who had been so beautiful before. And looking at her face, Zhang Fan always has a familiar feeling, as for how familiar, but a little unclear.

By the way, this woman's sweet and sweet accent seems to be a bit against the rules. People can't tell what's wrong, but it's just awkward.

However, compared with Nie Xiaoqian just now, Zhang Fan felt that although this woman didn't take the initiative to tease him, she could attract his attention by raising her hand and throwing her foot.

Moreover, this woman has the gentlemanly temperament of a lady of all families. There is no pleasant action between her actions. She is clearly a gauze dress, but it is difficult to see what she wants to see. However, it's the preciseness and gentlemanly temperament that stimulates men's idea of conquering.

"Young master, I've been waiting for a long time."

The woman took a set of tea set back to the piano table, put the tea set on the side of guqin, and quietly began to play with the tea set.

This woman's hand should be very good-looking, but I don't know why, Zhang Fan saw her palm covered with scars. Is it because of playing the piano? It's not like that.

The woman poured boiling water into the teapot and quickly poured it out. Put the teapot for a while, and then put boiling water into the teapot again. In the process of pouring water, the teapot mouth "nods" three times. Zhang Fan remembers that he once heard it in Mr. Shan's storytelling. This technique is called "Phoenix three nods", which is a way to show respect to the guests.

Cover the pot and pour boiling water over the pot. After a moment's silence, the woman poured the tea from the teapot into two drinking cups, one for Zhang Fan and the other for herself.

To tell the truth, Zhang Fan is a little speechless. He is really speechless.

He has no big culture. He asked himself that he was a rude man. He couldn't appreciate the so-called tea ceremony, which made tea drinking so complicated. Of course, if he knew that the woman in front of the world had deliberately streamlined the process, I would probably have to make complaints about it in my mind.

In addition, if you play tea ceremony, if you are a woman, you must have a pair of white and soft hands. In this way, it will be very enjoyable for others to watch. However, in front of you, this woman's hand has nothing to do with it. Although the shape of the hand is very good, and the weight is moderate, the scars in the palm of the hand are really a bit of an obstacle Zhan ah, people can not see much beauty, but because she has to do so many complicated actions and feel distressed.

"I don't want to see you when I'm practicing today. I dare to ask you your name. I also want to have an account with my family. When I ask who's coming, I can answer it."

The woman took a sip of the tea cup, lifted her sleeve and wiped her lips. Then she put the cup down and asked in a soft voice.

"Oh, I, that, whispering surname Ning, double name caichen, dare to ask Miss Fang's name?"Zhang Fan almost said his real name at the beginning, but he thought it was strange here. It seemed that he was missing something of special importance, but she couldn't remember it. Now the woman asked about her taboo, and she simply reported Ning caichen's name to lanruo temple.

"It's Mr. Ning. I'm very polite in this room. My family name is Nie, and my boudoir name is Xiaoqian. If you don't dislike it, you can call me Xiaoqian directly."

The woman bowed her head slightly.

Zhang Fan's heart is a bit speechless. Just now, a horse flea called Nie Xiaoqian. Now you are also called Nie Xiaoqian. How worthless is Nie Xiaoqian? Just a moment later, two of them came out. Forget it, forget it, I don't fake the name of tonin Zechen.

"Miss Xiaoqian, you're welcome."

Zhang Fan puts on an affectation to the woman a hug fist, the woman hangs the head to return a salute again.

"Young master Ning, since today's meeting is fate, Xiaoqian has something to ask for, I don't know if young master can agree?"

"What did miss Xiaoqian say? But it doesn't matter? "

Zhang Fan actually wants to say "don't beep if you have something to say", but for the sake of jingshe and Xiangming, he is still reluctant to learn from Wensheng on TV.

"Alas..."

The woman who claims to be Nie Xiaoqian covers her face with her sleeves. She looks like she is the first to shed tears without saying anything. She says with expectation: "the little girl was originally the daughter of a rich family, but her father died early and her family is in decline. Now she's down here and only grandma is around her. However, my grandmother is old and greedy for a rich life. No matter how unwilling the little girl is, she only thinks about her life. "

With a long sigh, the woman took a sip from the teacup, which seemed to dilute the sadness in her heart.

"The mountain behind lanruo temple is called Heishan, and there is a black mountain stronghold on it. The stronghold leader is called Heishan master. A few days ago, Heishan master passed by the gate of lanruo temple, and the little girl was taken in by Heishan master unintentionally. Then Heishan master called for the little girl's grandmother and said that he wanted to marry the little girl back to be his wife."

Zhang Fan scratched his head. He felt that his head was a little unclear, but the story of the ghost of the beautiful girl was still remembered. I'm afraid that the black mountain master was made by the black mountain master in the story.

But I don't know why, when listening to this woman, Zhang Fan's idea of looking for the lost things is getting weaker and weaker, as if it doesn't matter that the lost things can't be found.

"Little girl, I've heard that the master of Heishan is cruel and cruel. He never leaves a living when robbing the past merchants. Before, there were several wives who were killed by the master of Heishan before they lived in the stronghold for half a month. The little girl's life is shallow and her fortune is poor, so she even gets involved in such evil things. Instead of thinking about the little girl, my grandmother persuades the little girl to go to the mountain stronghold all day long to live with the black mountain master. She has to pay a sum of money and spend her old age in peace. "

At this point, the woman simply hid her face and wept.

"Little girl The little girl didn't want to marry master Heishan, but her grandmother was very busy The little girl has nothing to do and nowhere to go It's only a good idea for the master of Heishan to marry the lady of YaZhai. As long as Chu · Zi is unmarried, the little girl Yun Ying is still in Chu · Zi's body. However, at this time, he is in a hurry to be in power, and he can only do it once. I hope the master wants the little girl's body and breaks the palace sand, and the little girl can escape. It's no better than serving the master of Heishan. "

While the woman said, she rolled up her sleeve. There was a bright red sand on her arm between her fingers, which indicated that the woman was still a yellow girl.

"If you think Xiaoqian is pretty, you can take her as a wife and concubine. If you don't want to, you and I won't owe each other after it's over. Go our own way, young master. Xiaoqian's side room, Bai beidun, kneels down to beg for your help."

After that, the woman stepped back, knelt down and bowed down.

It seems that it's a good thing for such a young and beautiful woman to be willing to commit herself, no matter whether she is responsible or not after sleeping. Brother fan thinks this business has been done too well. But Zhang Fan is very concerned about her hand.

Why does a woman have so many scars on her hand? Even if it is down, a lady should not be so hurt, right?

Lady of all families, hand injury

All of a sudden, Zhang Fan felt that many pictures were coming, turning and turning in his head, as if something was about to come out of his memory. But the memory was so vague that he couldn't grasp the key. On the contrary, it made his head ache as if it was about to explode.