C18 (2/2)

Gu Yicheng suddenly took a step forward, closed in towards Yun Qianliang, pinched her chin, and said in shock, ”Qian Qian Qian, this matter was caused by you, there is no room for retreat.”

Yun Qianliang was forced to raise his head and look at Gu Yicheng, he had a fake smile on his face, she never liked people coming close to her, it would make it impossible for her to avoid danger, thus her voice became colder, and he impatiently said: ”Let go.”

Gu Yicheng released his hand, and his face showed uneasiness for a moment.

When she got closer, she sniffed the fragrance off her body. It was different from the scent of the rouge and water powder from the other girls. It was very light and fresh, and if she wasn't near, she wouldn't be able to smell it at all.

Gu Yicheng took a glance at Yun Qianliang from the corner of his eyes. In the Palace, she had never put on makeup and looked up to the sky.

Yun Qianliang heaved a sigh of relief and organized her thoughts.

Yun Qianliang directly went past Gu Yicheng and headed out the door.

The place where Song Shujin had arranged to meet was in a busy city, a lively singing and dancing workshop.

In Wanshen's Song and Dance Workshop, it was an elegant place. The girls inside were all pure, and most of them were talented, with a lot of talent. Regardless of whether it was young masters of aristocratic families or scholars, all of them liked to come to the dance hall to drink tea and discuss dao.

The Wanshen was not a particularly feudal country, so it did not allow girls who had not yet left the pavilion to casually walk on the streets. When the young mistresses were put on, they could also enter the elegant music and dances shops to listen to the songs and songs of the people, and to sing and paint.

Yun Qianliang dressed elegantly, wearing a gauze hat and walking out of the song and dances market, which did not attract too much attention.

Yun Qianliang led Gu San who was disguised as a servant behind him and walked into the Golden Screen. Her eyes looked at the layout of the first floor of the Golden Screen.

The song and dance within the building were smooth and the mist rose in spirals. It was as if he was in a fairyland, as if he was in a dream or a fantasy.

In front of them was a staircase that led to a building. On both sides of the stairs, there were Beautiful Jade Tower's Yao Tai. The two sides of the stairs were occupied by a zither, pipa, beautiful sound, and dances.

Yun Qianliang stepped on the red carpet and headed straight for the stairs. On both sides of the stairs, red silk s were used to tie up the flowers, which surrounded the two sides of the stairs, looking extremely joyous.

Yun Qianliang's finger intentionally or unintentionally moved across the armrest and climbed to the second floor.

Arriving at a room with a pillar carved with praises of peony, Yun Qianliang saw an unfamiliar person. It was Song Shujin's personal bodyguard — — Lu Zhe.

Yun Qianliang could not be considered to be familiar with Lu Zhe, but every time she approached Song Shujin, this guard would conscientiously and responsibly stop her. Many of Song Shujin's actions that made her feel embarrassed, were all done by this guard according to his orders, so she couldn't help but have a deep impression of him.

”Miss Yun, please come in.” Lu Zhe pushed open the door to the private room, ignoring the Gu San that followed behind Yun Qianliang, using the term ”unmarried” to address him.

Yun Qianliang looked in, only to see a screen set up an arm's length away from the door, blocking her line of sight.

”Please call me Lu Wei.” Yun Qianliang crossed the threshold and reminded her at the same time.

”Lu Zhe, excuse me.” Lu Zhe apologized as he raised his hand to stop the Gu San who was about to enter, ”Guard Gu, our Prince only sees Yun … Madam Gu alone, please wait outside. ”

Yun Qianliang turned her head and looked at the two people who had a deadlock in the atmosphere, and were not willing to give in, and said: ”Gu San, wait outside.”

”Yes, madam, you only need to say a word.” Gu San cupped his fists and answered, then stood on the left side of the door like a god.

Seeing that, Lu Zhe turned and closed the door to the private room, his hands behind his back.

Yun Qianliang stared at the closed door, her lips curling into a cold smile, then she pursed her lips and smiled, walking around the screen on the left, and entered.