"Can you please stop being so rude? I came to Nanfeng Pavilion really just to make money. The boss here offered me a salary of one hundred taels of silver a month." I'm really afraid of Beitang Ye.
In anger, she really ordered the closure of the Nanfeng Pavilion, and her one hundred taels of silver would be gone. Lu Wushuang quickly explained.
"The sound of your piano is in the sky, but not in the earth. The salary of one hundred taels of silver a month is really too little. I will introduce you to a better place. You only need to play the piano for an hour every day, and the monthly salary is two hundred taels of silver.
." Beitang Ye's dark and bright eyes shone with a cunning light, and he smiled like a cunning fox.
"Where?" Two hundred taels of silver, such a salary is really exciting, Lu Wushuang asked with interest.
"Prince Qi's Mansion." Beitangye said three words calmly.
"I won't go. If you want to listen to the piano, you can come to Nanfeng Pavilion." Lu Wushuang refused without even thinking.
"It's not because of me that I invite you to play the piano at Prince Qi's Mansion. There is someone else listening to the piano." Beitang Ye said.
"Who?" Lu Wushuang asked.
"It's not me anyway. If you want to know, if you accept this job, you can see the true face of Lushan." Beitang Ye gave up.
"But I have signed a half-year contract with the owner of Nanfeng Pavilion." Lu Wushuang frowned and said with some embarrassment.
"You don't have to worry about this problem, leave it to me to solve. You just need to answer, should you go or not?"
After thinking for a moment, Lu Wushuang finally couldn't resist the temptation of silver, and she finally nodded.
"go."
In fact, she has another level of worry. She is now disguised as a man, and Shangguan Haoyun often comes to Nanfeng Pavilion. There is no guarantee that Shangguan Haoyun will not recognize her one day.
"Then it's settled, I will send Tieyi to pick you up at noon tomorrow. Now you can sit here and drink with me." Bei Tangye raised his long and narrow eyebrows and curled his lips wickedly.
"These food and drinks are all leftovers from Shangguan Haoyun's meal." Lu Wushuang showed a disgusted expression.
"This is not easy." Beitang Ye raised his eyebrows wickedly and shouted outside: "Tie Yi, let someone prepare a new table of food and wine."
As Bei Tangye's shout ended, the sound of footsteps leaving the door sounded.
After a while, the cold food was removed and replaced with a table of steaming food and a jug of wine.
"Come and sit." Bei Tangye pointed to the empty seat next to him. If he wasn't afraid of nosebleeds coming out again, he really wanted to pull Lu Wushuang and sit on his lap again, with the beauty in his arms. It was so wonderful.
Lu Wushuang was reluctant and walked over slowly, only a little faster than a snail crawling in the grass.
"Shuang girls, if you keep walking so slowly, by the time you reach the table, the sun will have set." Looking at Lu Wushuang, who was pouting and looking reluctant, Bei Tangye really felt that
She was so cute at the moment. He raised his lips and smiled, and couldn't help but tease her.
By the time Lu Wushuang took the initiative to come over and sit down, Bei Tangye had already finished three glasses of wine. His face was slightly red, as if there were two red clouds floating on it, as beautiful as the morning glow. There was a crooked, dark smile on the corners of his lips.
The pupils of the eyes are like bottomless whirlpools, and you will fall deeply into them just by looking at them.
He looked at Lu Wushuang with dark eyes as deep as a pool, and murmured to himself drunkenly: "Shuang girls, what kind of drug did you give me? Why can't I eat this meal if I don't see you every day?"
It smells good, but you can’t sleep well?”
"You're drunk." Lu Wushuang was completely speechless. He had already started talking drunkenly before she started drinking. His drinking capacity was so bad that he was even worse than a woman like her.
Little did she know that the wine Bei Tangye drank just now was the strongest wine in Nanfeng Pavilion, called Three Cups of Pour.