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15. Memory of blood

The news spread like wildfire that the mysterious oiran in the Fireworks Tower insisted on selling his talent rather than selling his body, and regarded money as dirt, attracting more people to come and have a look at her beauty. Unfortunately, this oiran never showed up.

On this day, after she finished dancing, she was about to leave as usual, but the men below started to make noises as if they had agreed upon it——

"Miss Ziyuan, what are you going to do to make us see your true face in Lushan?"

"Yes, yes, Miss Ziyuan, as long as you ask, we will give it no matter how much it costs."

Last time, the young master of the Lin family had paid one hundred thousand taels, but she still refused to take off her veil. Her aloofness and her treating money like dirt only aroused the interest and desire of the men more and more.

Su Yueming, who was covered with gauze, slowly glanced at the crowd with her indifferent eyes and said——

"Zi Yuan doesn't want money, even if he gives me gold and silver, I won't want it."

Everyone was surprised, they didn’t even want the gold and silver? “Then what do you want?”

Su Yueming looked behind her. Bi'er understood and took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. What is this for? Everyone started talking in low voices.

Su Yueming picked up the problem and began to dance on the rice paper. After a while, two lines of vigorous and powerful poems, which did not look like they were written by a woman, appeared in front of everyone——

"You don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but you have a clear mind?"

"Yes, what I want is someone who knows my mind. There is only one person in this world who knows my mind. In this life, I will only take off the veil for him." Su Yueming saw that all the men in the audience were attracted by her.

The Bureau knows that the time has come.

"Who?" Everyone was extremely curious.

"The seventh prince of the current dynasty—Xuanyuan Qilin." Su Yueming said a name in a very clear and slow tone.

The Seventh Prince Xuanyuan Qilin? In the eyes of the people and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, he was a famous idle prince. Because his mother and concubine were not of high birth, he had no real power. He liked to travel around and befriend women in brothels, so he was not valued by the emperor.

Only Su Yueming knew that it was the thirteenth year of Emperor Xuanwu and Xuanyuan Qilin had not yet shown his ambitions, and he was not what the world saw. His traveling around and being obsessed with brothels was just a ploy for him. The emperor had nine sons.

, all of them worked hard for the throne.

In fact, after the death of the prince, Xuanyuan Qilin will be Xuanyuan Qiche's most powerful opponent. However, in her previous life, she, Su Yueming, planned for Xuanyuan Qiche, and Xuanyuan Qilin was defeated in the end. After Xuanyuan Qiche ascended the throne,

He was severely punished for treason, his hands and feet were broken, and he was forced to sleep and eat with pigs.

A mysterious woman from the Fireworks Tower, who has superb singing and dancing skills, is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is not moved by ten thousand taels of gold, but only wants to show the true face of the seventh prince Xuanyuan Qilin in Lushan. The news spread like wildfire and quickly spread to seven people in the capital.

In the prince's house.

And Su Yueming is just waiting for Xuanyuan Qilin's arrival. When the time comes, her journey of revenge will begin.

The night fell, the dew wetted the bamboo leaves, and occasionally there was the sound of dew falling on the ground in the quiet air.

Su Yueming was dressed in plain white clothes, standing in the bamboo garden, looking at the bright moon in the sky, her back looked so thin and desolate.

Once again, the scene of her fetus, which had been taken out by caesarean section before full term, simmering in a stew pot, and her beloved Wen Yi, who was five years old, only five years old, was sold to

The fireworks are coming! What kind of life will she live?

Her heart was bleeding. She bit her lower lip hard, and her whole body was shaking violently.

"Ugh..." Suddenly, a heartbreaking pain pierced her heart. Her whole body suddenly leaned forward, and a mouthful of thick blood spurted out and sprinkled on the bamboo leaves in front of her, drop by drop.

Blood fell to the ground.


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