The sound of the pipa was like weeping and lantation, the aroma of wine filled the air, and the woman gently playing the pipa, revealing half of her delicate white face, was truly pitifully lovely.
Zhao Mingjun half-closed his eyes, drank a cup of wine, and looked at that tender little face with a trace of desire in his eyes.
Song Wei glanced at it and laughed: "Indeed Purple Yu Garden knows how to train people. Look at our Prince Qi, he’s completely captivated by Miss Liu."
Wufu looked over, his heart slightly sinking, but he smiled and said: "His Highness Prince Qi is a lover of beauty, Miss Ji is fortunate."
Song Wei glanced at her, his eyes flashing with a hidden aning, and said: "What a lover of beauty, yet I wonder if this Miss Liu is willing to let His Highness Prince Qi cherish her."
Wufu cursed Crown Prince Wei’s ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart, and said with a false smile: "That depends on whether His Highness Prince Qi can win over our Miss Liu!"
"Many perforrs and prostitutes claim to sell their art, not their bodies, but if the silver is enough, the most virtuous of perforrs will shed their pride," Song Wei said, glancing at Liu Pipa with a smile.
Strum.
Liu Pipa hit a wrong note, her expression changed slightly as she lifted her head, her big eyes looking at the few people before quickly lowering her head again.
Wufu’s smile faded, he looked at Song Wei and pretended to scold: "Look, Crown Prince Song, you might have scared our girl."
"Since that’s the case, a wrong note, no need to keep playing, co and have a drink with His Highness Prince Qi," Song Wei said.
Liu Pipa held her pipa without moving, looking at Wufu.
"What, you’re just a re perforr, His Highness values you, that’s your fortune, what purity are you pretending?" Song Wei said coldly.
Wufu put down his wine cup and said: "If that’s the case, just co over and offer His Highness a toast."
Liu Pipa finally put down her pipa, forced a smile, stepped forward, and picked up a cup of wine, speaking softly, "The pipa was discourteous, I apologize to His Highness Prince Qi and the Crown Prince."
After speaking, she turned her body, shielded her face with her sleeve, and drank all the wine in the cup.
With a cup of strong wine down, her originally pale little face turned red instantly, her cheeks appearing as if she had applied rouge, even more splendid like the peonies blooming outside, evoking more pity.
"It seems Miss Liu cannot hold her liquor," Song Wei laughed, "Your Highness might as well..."
"It’s rare the Crown Prince shows pity, Pipa you may go and rest," Wufu cut off Song Wei’s sentence, and signaled Liu Pipa with a look.
Liu Pipa, as if receiving a great pardon, imdiately got up, bowed, and retreated.
Zhao Mingjun’s face did not look very well.
Song Wei glanced at Wufu with a slanting eye: "Master Xiao Wu, do you look down on His Highness or , the Crown Prince?"
Wufu rubbed his wine cup and said: "Crown Prince, you are a mber of our Purple Yu Garden. You know our operating philosophy and nature. The girls here only sell their art. We have no force here. If His Highness truly wants to cherish our Miss Liu Pipa, as long as Liu Pipa agrees, and you redeem her, we’re not reluctant to part with a girl."
She glanced at Zhao Mingjun and smiled lightly: "Your Highness, surely you don’t lack the confidence? With your status, do you need to resort to force? Wouldn’t mutual consent be better? I also want to see how Your Highness conquers a girl’s heart!"
"Moreover, our Purple Yu Garden emphasizes art and elegance. Did you and the Crown Prince co here not for this reason? Dragging a girl to bed, that’s consorting with prostitutes. Surely His Highness doesn’t want to be impeached by the Imperial Censor?"
Zhao Mingjun was taken aback, then laughed: "As you say, I’m just overwheld by Miss Pipa’s talent, not what you think."
Song Wei squeezed his wine cup, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Wufu, this round of words concealed hostility yet resolved conflict, truly impressive eloquence!
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