The Traversing Story of a Modern Mistress: The Red Dust Could Be Mismatched by the Tears of an Actress
11 If life is just like the first time we met, why should the west wind grieve over the painted fan 1

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Shui Qingqian opened her eyes slightly and let out a long sigh. She had finally woken up and had to face the complicated world.

When she saw her surroundings clearly, she was stunned. Qing Qian was a fan of ancient buildings. Rows of buildings and antique decorations were her favorite. The room in front of her was decorated to her liking.

Of course, she was most satisfied with the bed she was lying on. It was actually made of agarwood. As its name suggested, agarwood had a faint fragrance. However, this wood was extremely precious and could be said to be difficult to obtain with ten thousand gold. Qing Qian stood up and looked around. She felt that the owner of this house must be very rich and had good taste.

Suddenly, she heard a servant knocking on the door." Sister Qingqian, are you awake? Die 'er came in to help you wash up.”

Qing Qian was stunned. She didn't remember having a younger sister, but she still nodded and opened the door, indicating for Die 'er to enter.

Standing at the door was a 12 - 13 year old girl. She was petite and cute, wearing a light yellow dress. She frowned slightly. If she remembered correctly, this should be an ancient costume, right?

Die 'er ignored Qing Qian's probing gaze and brought her to the dressing table to sit down. Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, Qing Qian was stunned again.

That face was not hers! It was a woman who was even more beautiful than her. She was so beautiful that she could even outshine the moon and flowers. She was so beautiful that she could topple a country. Such words were not exaggerated at all when used on her. Qing Qian boasted that she had seen many beautiful women, but she was not even one-tenth as beautiful as the person in the mirror.

She frowned slightly, and so did the woman in the mirror. She reached out to touch her nose, and the woman in the mirror also reached out to touch her nose.……It was actually her.

Did she transmigrate? In ancient times, his soul had entered this woman's body. However, Qing Qian did not know what era it was and who she was.

After a conversation with Die 'er, Qing Qian found out that she was in the Southern Tang Dynasty of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, and that the Flower Pavilion she was currently living in was an entertainment venue that combined restaurants and brothels. She was the best actress in the brothel, but she was just a prostitute who sold her skills and not her body.

Qing Qian was happy to accept this new identity. Although his status was low, he always used his own ability to make a living. More importantly, there was no Sui Qing 'an here, no teacher-student relationship. She could be the happy and indifferent Shui Qingqian again.

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Flower Gazing Tower was different from ordinary brothels. During the day, it was a normal restaurant, and at night, it was a place where people could get drunk. It was daytime now, so it was a normal restaurant.

Just as she was combing her hair, she heard a commotion outside. Qing Qian could not help but frown. She had just heard Die 'er say that she was the top star of the Flower Gazing Brothel and that there were always many troublemakers coming to find trouble with her every day.

"Sister Ying 'er, what's going on outside?”Die 'er gently pushed open the door and asked Ying' er, who was standing outside.

"What else can it be? It's all because of that Sir Ji. He's drunk again. She said that Yanhong's performance was not good and that she wanted to ruin the reputation of our Wanghua House. Mother Xu isn't here now, so we can only count on Sister Qingqian to come out and take charge of the situation.”Ying 'er let out a long sigh and looked at Qing Qian meaningfully. She wanted to push this mess to Qing Qian.

"Why, does Sir Ji come here often?”From Ying 'er's words, it wasn't hard to tell that Sir Ji often came to this Flower Gazing Tower.

"Sister Qing Qian, don't you remember? In the past, he liked to come to our place to listen to songs and eat some snacks, but ever since the emperor took back his military power, he has been unhappy all day long. He often comes here to find trouble, but we can't afford to offend him.”Die 'er also sighed.

"Why did the emperor take away his military power?”Qing Qian's question was obviously not the main point that Die 'er and Ying' er wanted to say. Ying 'er shrugged slightly and said," Actually, you can't blame the Emperor. Lord Ji was seriously injured during the last expedition. I'm afraid he won't be able to go to the battlefield.”

Qing Qian frowned, but she had an idea.

When he walked to the middle hall, he saw a man in his early thirties glaring angrily at the pitiful young girl. That should be the red in Ying 'er's mouth, right? "Yanhong, you go down first. I'll handle this.”Qing Qian smiled faintly, her face bright red as if she had released a huge burden. She smiled gratefully at Qing Qian.

"Shui Qingqian, what are you doing? How are you going to compensate me for chasing Yanhong away?”Diyafu was furious and shouted at Qing Qian. Qing Qian was not angry. She squatted down and tried the bright red zither. En, it was a good zither.

Qing Qian squatted down and began to play the zither. With every move, the zither seemed to have a life of its own. Speaking of which, she had to thank the college entrance examination. In order to increase her art score, Qing Qian worked hard to learn the guzheng for three years and also got into the tenth grade.

" Long armor returns, no fish to eat. Long armor returns, no carriage to go out. Drink without wine, sleep without a beautiful wife. When the birds are gone, the good bow is hidden; When the hare dies, the dog is cooked. Yesterday, Prince Zhang Liang was killed after he quelled the rebellion. Today, the genius is left in the Wilderness…"

Ji Yafu was stunned. Qingqian was singing about him, and he suddenly felt powerless. Now, even a prostitute sympathized with him?

However, Qing Qian stood up and smiled at Ji Yafu." General Ji, even wine is afraid of the deep alley. Since you think you have talent, then find a place to prove yourself!”

Ziyafu froze on the spot. He felt that Qing Qian's body was shining. She knew the unwillingness in her heart and gave herself light.

" Thank you." Ji Yafu only reacted after a long time.

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