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As the name suggests, the boudoir is a private space that only belongs to girls.

Fang Zhengzhi did not have the special hobby of touching the boudoir at night, but he still went in. The reason was very simple, because he felt that as long as he had a sense of righteousness in his heart.

So……

There is not much difference between entering the boudoir and not entering the boudoir.

This is not a baseless saying. The Buddha said: If you have Buddha in your heart, you can pass through your intestines with wine and meat.

Fang Zhengzhen and leisurely stepped into Xianyin's boudoir, without any discomfort. Instead, he looked at the layout of Xianyin's boudoir casually.

Generally speaking, the arrangement of a girl's boudoir can represent her personality.

Xianyin's boudoir is very warm and soft. Warm means warmth, and softness means softness. A faint sandalwood floats in the boudoir, which is the use of calmness.

The soft cloth blanket is laid in the pavilion, making people feel extremely comfortable when stepping on it.

As for color.

It is mainly light blue and green. Blue is mainly decorative cloth blankets, while green is an evergreen green pot placed by the window.

"Please sit down by Mr. Fang." Xianyin gave Fang Zhengzhi a little blessing, then reached out and pointed to a chair covered with a soft blanket in the middle of the pavilion.

Fang Zhengzhi was not polite, so he sat down just by himself.

The brothels in this world are naturally different from those in the previous world, but there has not been much change in their thinking. Everything is still based on service and respect for guests.

Leaving the position in the middle of the boudoir for guests also represents respect.

When Xianyin saw Fang Zhengzhi sitting down, she personally tidied Fang Zhengzhi a pot of tea, served a portion of fruits and vegetables, then bowed slightly and poured the tea on Fang Zhengzhi's own hands.

Fang Zhengzhi did not do anything.

It’s not because he felt that he should be served like Xianyin. But he always felt that this matter was a bit strange.

He has never been to Dianmolou.

But today's events are said to be because of his luck, but he has no such idea. The result of anything is for a reason.

I did nothing myself.

One is not playing with the immortal sound, and the other is not writing poems, so it can be said that the talent is not even released at all.

But I was invited into the boudoir, and I was invited into the boudoir by the top immortal voice in the Dianmo Tower. There are only two reasons for this result.

One is that he looks so handsome, and the other is that he looks like her dead father.

Fang Zhengzhi felt that neither of these possibilities was possible.

Then, the remaining reason is...

have no idea.

Fang Zhengzhi really didn't know. However, he wanted to know, so he needed to observe and observe carefully. In addition, he also wanted to see what Xianyin would do next.

"Please have tea for Mr. Fang." Xianyin sent the teacup with both hands to Fang Zhengzhi's face.

"Thank you." Fang Zhengzhi said thank you, took the teacup with both hands, but he did not mean to drink it immediately. Instead, he held it gently.

Xianyin didn't mean to wait until Fang Zhengzhi finished drinking tea.

But after a blessed moment, he turned around and entered a room in the boudoir. After a while, he walked out again. However, he had already changed his clothes.

From the previous red dress, it turned into a light blue light shirt and silk skirt.

There was no longer the previous Hongyan, but there was a hint of tenderness like water. The most important thing was that the veil that Xianyin had covered in front of her was taken off.

It reveals a pretty and elegant face.

The main reason why Xianyin's facial features are used to describe the word "elegant" is that Xianyin's facial features are very small, with a small nose, a small mouth, and a small face.

But when combined, it makes people feel extremely comfortable.

Fang Zhengzhi originally thought that the veil was lifted and he needed to do it himself. But obviously Xianyin didn't give her this opportunity, so he took off the veil himself.

What happened next was natural.

Xianyin placed the guqin on the red table, and then began to play it for Fang Zheng.

The sound of flowing water slowly flows out from the strings of the guqin, giving people a sense of comfort in bathing in the hot spring, especially the faint smell of sandalwood, which makes people intoxicated.

Fang Zhengzhen rarely listens to music and does not understand the rhythm very much.

But he had heard extremely clever music, such as the clouds dance and the Chi Guyan.

The sound of Yun Qingwu's piano is more elegant, making people feel open-minded, like wandering in mountains, rivers and seas, and their bodies and minds are greatly cleansed.

Chi Guyan's piano sound tends to be poetic, which will always make people unconsciously appear in front of their eyes with poetry, green grass, green bamboo, and streams. Each piece can become a kind of beauty.

The piano sound of the fairy sound is different from the clouds and the chi Guyan.

There is always a kind of softness.

It is as soft as water and as warm as jade, making people feel warm in their hearts.

After playing one song after another, and singing in a soft voice with Xianyin, Fang Zhengzhi actually forgot about time, and before he knew it, the night was getting dark.

Fang Zhengzhi suddenly felt a little thirsty.

So, I looked at the slightly cool tea cup in front of me.

Xianyin seemed to be a little aware, so Qinyin stopped calmly and entered the room in the boudoir again. This time, she also brought out a pot of tea.

Moreover, I changed my clothes again.

This time, it was full of emerald green with green leaves embroidered on it, and a jade-like pearl green flower was even more matched with it.

If the feeling just now is like water, then the feeling now is like spring, a kind of spring nature and the warmth of spring.

"Please have tea for Mr. Fang." Xianyin filled the teacup again and held his hands in front of Fang Zhengzheng.

"Thank you." Fang Zhengzhi took it with both hands, feeling the warmth that emerged from the teacup, but he didn't mean to drink it immediately.

And he accidentally shook his hand.

A piece of silver fell into the cup of tea that had been slightly cool before.

Splashes of water splashed.

"Mr. Fang's silver fell." Xianyin saw the broken silver falling into the teacup, and her face looked as usual. She gently pointed her hand and handed the broken silver back to Fang Zhengzhi's face.

"Thank you." Fang Zhengzhi coughed gently and took Yinzi back into his arms.

Then, he directly put the warm and warm tea cup in his hand to his lips, smelled it gently, and drank it in one sip.

A faint warm fragrance swirled between the tongue.

“Good tea.”

"Mr. Fang praised it. This tea is made by Xianyin. It uses some petals, so the fragrance is slightly stronger than other teas." Xianyin explained.

"Yes." Fang Zhengzhi nodded.

He actually didn't know much about tea. He only knew whether it was good or not. However, as Xianyin said, this tea should belong to some kind of flower tea.

Xianyin retreated back to its original position again.

"Does Mr. Fang like dancing?"

"The guest will follow the host." Fang Zhengzhi actually likes dancing in his heart, but it is really hard to say that I like this kind of thing, you should dance quickly.

You have to learn to be reserved.

"That Xianyin gave Fang Gongzi a dance." Xianyin smiled slightly when she heard Fang Zhengzhi's words. Then, her long sleeves raised lightly and danced gracefully.

Fang Zhengzheng looked at his graceful posture in the boudoir and couldn't help feeling a little.

In this world, you must be a top player.

It's really difficult.

If you want to be so superb, you have to practice hard for at least ten years, right? In addition, this beautiful dance posture, I don’t know how much effort it takes.

You can dance, song, sing, and look pretty and refined.

I'm afraid it's more difficult than being a star in the past, and the most important thing is that this industry still eats youth, and after youth is over, beauty is no longer there.

All skills can no longer be pleasing.

This may also be a kind of sadness.

When it is prosperous, it is sought after by thousands of people, and everyone speaks sweetly, fighting for the past and behind, but when it falls, it is very cold. The door is gone, and time will never come again.

Just like the ancient ephemeral, it is fragrant when it blooms, but after it fades, only that touch of green is left.

Fang Zhengzhi was a little drunk and took a few more sips of tea.

After Xianyin finished a dance, she stopped and then added another sandalwood to the incense burner on the table, and then she left with a little blessing.

Fang Zhengzhi was thinking about changing clothes again, right?

Since I came in, I have been wearing red clothes, then blue clothes, and then green clothes. I don’t know what clothes I am going to change into this time.
To be continued...