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  Cheng Rui Nian and Luo Yuan, although they were rivals, couldn't help but be startled by the licentious smile on Lin Wan Rong's face. Would this servant really have the audacity to make an improper request?

  Of course, the two people's minds are slightly different. Cheng Rui Nian is worried that this servant will snatch his own limelight, while Luo Yuan admires and appreciates him with a playful attitude.

  "Miss, what kind of request do you think he will make?" Xiuhe asked softly.

  Looking at Lin Wanrong staring tightly at Qin Xian'er, the Absolute Color Master felt a wave of annoyance and angrily said: "This person is strange and unpredictable, who knows what kind of evil intentions he has. Hmph, looking at him smiling so basely, he must not have any good intentions, he must be thinking of taking advantage of something. Xiuhua, after this matter is over, take my sword and go kill that vagabond, get rid of him once and for all, to avoid polluting my eyes again."

  "What? Still killing?" Xiuhua was truly shocked.

  Seeing the faint fear in Qin Xian'er's eyes, Lin Wanrong didn't care whether she was true or false. He felt extremely pleased in his heart and slowly walked a few steps to stand in front of her, looking at her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, yet he didn't say a word.

  The two of them were extremely close, and the fragrance emanating from Qin Xian'er's body once again wafted into Lin Wanrong's nostrils, like orchids and musk, intoxicating him.

  Qin Xian'er's body was wrapped in a piece of soft gauze, tied around her chest, and as she breathed, her slender waist, which was barely the width of one's palm, swayed gently, exuding an inexplicable allure.

  Qin Xian'er had a pitiful look, puffed out her chest, and gazed at Lin Wanrong with a flirtatious expression. A glimmer of light flashed in her eyes as she stuck out her bright red tongue to lightly lick her enticing red lips. In a soft voice, she said: "Young Master Lin, you must take pity on me."

  This little girl really has capital, Lin Wanrong's heart rose with a surge of evil fire, and his nose emitted a faint heat. He gazed at Qin Xian'er, his eyes shooting out wolf-like wild light, word by word: "I---want---you---"

  A loud crash, the sound of countless teacups shattering on the ground, not only stunned Cheng Ruiyuan, Luo Yuan, and Guo Wuchang, but also made Qin Xian'er's heart skip a few beats. Damn it, this kid really has guts, thought countless men with envy.

  The stunning young master threw the long sword in his hand to Xiuhua, gritting his teeth and saying: "Hurry up, you go kill this scoundrel quickly."

  Seeing everyone's eyes gathered on himself, as if they wanted to chop him up, Lin Wanrong smiled and continued: "Sing a little song"

  A long sigh of relief was let out by the crowd in the hall. This house servant was quite sensible and didn't dare to make any excessive demands, and listening to Qin Xian'er sing was also everyone's wish, so they all withdrew their murderous gaze from him and even felt a little grateful to him, it was precisely because of his suggestion that everyone had another chance to listen to the heavenly music.

  Jue Se Gong Zi heard Lin Wan Rong's words, first stunned, then burst out laughing, this scoundrel, just liked to pretend and deceive people.

  "Miss, what's going on? Are you going to kill or not?" Xiuhe asked, holding her treasured sword.

  "The young master shook his head slightly and said, 'Let's talk about it later.'"

  Qin Xian'er's face turned red upon hearing Lin Wanrong's first sentence, with a hint of murderous intent in her eyes. However, after hearing the second sentence, she was stunned and only then realized that she had fallen into this Ding family's trap and been thoroughly teased by him.

  Qin Xian'er gave him a charming glance, with a sweet smile on her face: "Whatever you want, I'll do it. But what kind of tune would you like to hear?"

  Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "What song do I want to hear, can Miss Qin accomplish it?"

  Qin Xian'er had ample confidence in her skills, nodding slightly as she said proudly: "That's only natural; as long as you can call out the names, I, Xian'er, won't disappoint you."

  Lin Wanrong secretly smiled to himself, putting on a thoughtful expression, and after a while said: "I am just a small household servant, with no knowledge of literature or music, but when I entered this courtyard earlier, I heard a sister singing a little ditty that was quite to my taste, so I wanted to ask Miss Qin to sing a song."

  Qin Xian'er looked at the sly smile on his face, which was identical to the strange expression he had just now, and she had a bad premonition again. However, singing a little tune was simply easy for her, and she didn't believe this house servant could come up with anything impressive either.

  "But I don't know what song it is, Xian'er will definitely satisfy the young master." Qin Xian'er's face was full of charming smiles, making the men in the hall look at her with dry mouths and tongues.

  "Miss Xian'er, can you sing?" Lin Wanrong asked with a smile, her voice was soft but clear to everyone's ears.

  Quiet!

  Absolute silence!

  The men in the hall opened their mouths wide, and the women covered their small mouths, all with an expression of incredulity, staring at Lin Wanrong.

  Cheng Ruiyan, who had been so arrogant earlier, stretched his neck and stared blankly at Lin Wanrong, clearly shocked by the butler's astonishing words.

  The young master of the Governor's Mansion, Luo Yuan, tightly covered his mouth and desperately suppressed his laughter, with a playful and admiring expression on his face. This house servant is really interesting.

  These young masters in the hall are all frequent visitors to the pleasure quarters, so naturally everyone knows what it is. If they just drink flower wine and sing a few songs, that's called atmosphere, but having this peerless courtesan who sells her art but not her body sing such a lewd little ditty is simply outrageous. Not to mention Qin Xian'er's matchless beauty, just talking about her unparalleled skill with the zither, having her play simple little tunes would already be somewhat beneath her. But unexpectedly, this wicked Ding is so vulgar as to have Qin Xian'er sing that obscene and pornographic little ditty.

  I don't know what kind of enchanting flavor this flower-like singing has, but the men in the courtyard suddenly felt a strong urge, and they might even thank Lin San, the house servant, for letting them see the stunning beauty of Qinhuai River's top courtesan, singing with such a charming voice.

  Qin Xian'er, despite having seen countless characters, was now faced with this servant's contempt for herself. Her face turned pale, and she gazed fiercely at Lin Wanrong, her eyes radiating a fierce light that could kill her ten thousand times over.

  That stunning young master's face turned red with shame, gazing at Lin Wanrong from afar, he quietly said: "This good-for-nothing is really a scoundrel. He even has some talent, yet he wastes it and disgraces his refinement."

  "Afraid to sing? Lin Wanrong gazed at Qin Xian'er, a hint of cold smile spreading from the corner of his mouth. What kind of Flower Queen nonsense, this young master hates you guys who pretend to be elegant."

  Qin Xian'er was indeed a courtesan, but she was a genuine and noble lady with an illustrious background, how could she tolerate others insulting her like this?

  She gritted her teeth, fortunately still having some composure and remembering her promise. She gazed at Lin Wanrong with a hint of shyness in her eyes, "Sir, can I change to another song? This 'Xian Er' has never been sung before, nor can it be sung."

  "Can't sing?" Lin Wanrong tapped her feet a few times, walked to a singing powder head, held her hand and said: "This girl sings well, why can't you sing at all?"

  That woman had long been buried in the dust of time, her dignity already lost. Yet this servant's words somehow struck a chord within her, and she seemed to have gained courage, daring to glance at Lin Wanrong with eyes that shone like tears.

  Qin Xian'er's face turned red and white, her full breasts heaving constantly as she suppressed the anger in her heart. Yet, despite this, she still looked as beautiful as a flower, and that hint of anger on her face seemed to bring out an alluring charm. To outsiders, it seemed as though the two were exchanging flirtatious glances.

  A dreamy gaze shot out of Qin Xian'er's eyes again, and the resentment on her face was enough to melt all men. Lin Wanrong knew that this little girl was casting that enchanting "magic" again.

  He was a man who had been taken advantage of and deceived before, so when he thought about it, he didn't dare look her in the eye. He turned his head away and said loudly: "Miss Qin, although you are the flower of this brothel, and all the young masters dote on you and love you, but let's be real, you are still a member of this brothel. Even if you were born with beauty and have extraordinary talent, a brothel is still a brothel, not a theater or restaurant. What we do here is skin trade, selling smiles and joy. The sisters in this courtyard may not be as beautiful as you, but essentially, you are no different from them. They are your sisters, why can they sing, but you can't? Is it because of your beauty that you think you're superior to these sisters?"

  These courtesans were all women, although they engaged in the flesh trade, they still had some dignity, only it was buried. Now that Lin Wanrong has stirred up their thoughts with one sentence, why should this courtesan only sell smiles while I have to sell my body? Several courtesans recalled their own miserable experiences, and a few sensitive ones had already secretly wiped away tears. They all felt a sense of pride and looked at Lin Wanrong with passionate and fiery gazes.

  Lin Wanrong's words were meant to stir up trouble between the fans and Qin Xiang'er, but instead they evoked sympathy from everyone, leaving them unable to refute.

  Lin Wanrong didn't care what others thought, sighed and slowly recited: "Qinhuai has no words to speak of the slanting sunset, every household by the water reflects the red makeup. The spring breeze doesn't know that the jade face has changed, still happily singing around the painted boat. The clear moon breaks one's heart!"

  A few simple words reveal the vicissitudes of life hidden behind the Qinhuai wind and moon. The courtesans in the courtyard, all pitiful women, who don't have some heart-wrenching stories? These short twenty-odd characters fully express their desolation, evoking deep feelings.

  Qin Xian'er was stunned for a long time before she let out a soft sigh and said, "Young Master is highly talented, I admire him greatly."

  Lin Wanrong chuckled and said, "Miss Qin doesn't need to admire me, this little bit of knowledge I have was all taught by the young master of my household. If you're willing, just spend more time with the young master, I'm sure you won't be disappointed."

  "Oh, really?" Qin Xian'er smiled and looked at Biao Shao with a hint of mischief in her eyes, saying in a soft voice: "I wonder if Master Guo would be willing to give me this opportunity?"

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