Chapter Thirty-Seven: Living in a Brothel, Makeover
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Yangzhou, Wanhua Tower.
In the hall surrounded by the fragrance, everyone was intoxicated. On the high platform on the second floor sat a thin woman dressed in white. The lingering sound of the piano came from under her fingertips. She seemed to turn a blind eye to everything in front of her, completely immersed in it.
In the sound of my own piano, after the song ends, there is still an aftertaste that lingers in my ears for three days.
She stood up and stretched out her hand. Cuifang next to her hurriedly stretched out her hand to support her, her face expressionless.
"Oh my god, Bai Zhi, you are really the treasure of our Wanhua Tower. Young Master Wen Yuge gave us 10,000 taels of gold after hearing you play a song?"
He ran up to her.
She ignored her, as if she didn't hear her, "Cui Fang, go back to your room."
"Yes, miss."
"Wait a minute!" The old bustard glared at Cuifang, "Bai Zhi, that Young Master can be considered a gentleman. He has come to listen to your piano almost every day for the past two months and has been given ten thousand taels each time. He is now
, I just want you to play a little song for her alone." The madam grabbed the corner of her clothes.
"Cui Fang, go back to the room." Still expressionless, she grabbed Cuifang's extended hand and walked towards the room.
"You!..." Seeing her arrogant look, the old bustard wanted to lose his temper. However, this girl is the real money-spinner of Wanhua Tower, so we can't offend her. Hey, but she is also a miserable person. The old bustard sighed.
His tone quickly returned to his original smile, thinking about how to explain to the rich man.
She, Bai Zhi, is the treasure of Wanhua Tower.
Five years ago, she was living on the street and was bullied. The kind-hearted brothel madam saved her. When the madam tentatively asked her if she wanted to stay in Wanhua Building, she agreed without hesitation. It was just something she had to do.
Tightly is Fuqin.
However, just because of her special temperament, many people were moved by her music, and within a month she became the head oiran of Wanhua Tower.
It's just that this oiran is a blind man who can't see anything.
What happened today? Bai Zhi stroked her chest, feeling suddenly uneasy. This was so abnormal. Five years ago, she was already a living dead with a calm heart. Nothing could arouse ripples in her heart.
"Cui Fang." She called out leisurely.
"Miss..." Cuifang understood what the lady meant. She couldn't bear it and stood hesitantly next to Bai Zhi.
"Cuifang!" She called out again, a cold command. After a long time, there was no movement from Cuifang. Bai Zhi stood up and prepared to get what she wanted. However, she accidentally bumped into the dressing table.
"Miss, don't move, I'll go, I'll go..." Cuifang shouted anxiously with tears in her eyes when she saw her look. She walked to the cabinet, gritted her teeth, and took out what Bai Zhi wanted.
It was a dagger, and the bright light hurt her eyes.
"Miss, why do you have to..."
"Bring it here!" Bai Zhi said, Cuifang tremblingly handed the dagger to her hand. She picked up the knife, rolled up her sleeves, pressed the tip of the knife against the white and tender skin, and slid the knife down hard, one knife at a time.
The mark appeared immediately, and the blood flowed down her arm. Cuifang bit her lip and hurriedly took out something to stop the bleeding from the drawer, ready to help her bandage it, but her face was expressionless, as if the hand was not her own. Every time
She punished herself like this when she was uneasy for the first time. In the past five years, she had several deep and shallow scars on her arms. This time, it was the deepest.
After the bandage was finished, Cuifang was already crying.
"Stop crying, Cuifang." Her voice softened, with concern, "Help me remove my makeup!"
She leaned back on the chair tiredly and let Cuifang remove the thick mask on her face.
A fair and smooth face appeared. Cuifang felt that her lady was actually more beautiful without makeup, just like a fairy. And the scar on her forehead was not visible at all because of the long bangs, but every time
After the first performance, the lady asked her to comb her black bangs behind her hair to expose the hideous scar.
Under Cuifang's gentle movements, she fell asleep quietly, her face was very calm, and what was contained under this calmness?