Chapter 21
The red carpet in the hall is becoming more and more charming, and you can't help but immerse yourself in it. Sheng and singing are endless, dancing is everywhere, and the singers on the stage are captivating with their glances and smiles.
After stepping into Lan Yue Tower, Sang Yihuan understood why Lan Yue Tower was so popular among officials.
The girl here nodded and raised her eyes, lingering in a flattering manner. She stood on a high platform in the distance, but she didn't show any flattery at all.
"How many guests want private rooms?" A sweet voice came from upstairs, the sound was as clear as a silver bell.
Sang Yihuan and others looked at the situation, and saw a pair of jade feet stepping down the steps. There were bells around the ankles, and the bells jingled with the movements. They were wearing red clothes.
The other guests in Lanyue Tower also raised their heads and looked at each other. The woman did not look away and walked swayingly in front of them.
Her eyebrows were slightly raised, and her voice sounded like a hook: "Hua Ling, the slave, is the madam of Lan Yue Lou."
Sang Yihuan was surprised for a moment. Hua Ling looked like she was only in her early twenties, but she was actually the madam of Lan Yue Lou.
Amused by her expression, Hua Ling covered her mouth, her body shaking non-stop, and then suddenly closed the distance between the two of them, staring at her with sticky, silky eyes.
His slender fingertips lightly touched her cheek, and he said with a smile, "Why, you don't believe me, little lady?"
Sang Yihuan's eyes widened, her confusion was suddenly broken up, she couldn't help but stutter, and said flatteringly: "No...me, I just think Madam Hua Ling is as beautiful as a fairy."
In the distance, Sang Qi'an and Xie Chao watched closely, while being wary of their surroundings.
The plan was to divide them into two groups. Xie Qingyan and the others pretended to be guests and inquired about information, while they sneaked into Lanyue Tower to look for clues to the evil spirit.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered, he would be noticed by the madam of Lan Yue Tower.
Sang Qi'an couldn't help but sweat for them, while Xie Chao stared at Hua Ling, with thoughts flashing in his eyes.
On the other side, Xie Qingyan stood between the two of them, with a spring-like face and a scholarly look, and said in a good voice: "Mrs. Hualing, my sister just wants to come and see the scenery of Lanyue Tower. I would like to ask you to find a private room and come for a while." The girl who plays music."
He took out the silver coins and handed them to her. Hua Ling weighed the weight in his hands and nodded with satisfaction, smiling: "The master's sister is really beautiful. Please don't worry when I'm doing things for my family."
She said. Curling their heads, the two girls walked slowly over and led Xie Qingyan and others upstairs.
Hua Ling stood there, and an ambiguous and teasing voice reached her ears. She smiled, and a woman hurriedly came upstairs, muttering in her ear.
Nodding casually, the woman bowed her head and retreated.
She tapped her bright red nails slowly and looked aside calmly, her eyes slightly narrowed.
In the box -
a girl was holding the piano, kneeling at the desk, her fingertips gently sliding on the strings, making a tinkling sound, and asked slightly nervously: "I wonder, sir... Madam, what music do you want to listen to?" ?"
