After this night, Hehuan's reputation spread far and wide.
More and more people are spending huge sums of money to see her, and some are even willing to bankrupt their fortunes to redeem her.
The madam counted the money until her hands cramped, He Huan obeyed and spread a smile that charmed all living beings, but rejected everyone who wanted to redeem her life.
She doesn't want it.
If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't want it.
Even though she watched him turn away last time, she still didn't give up.
Rather, she didn't dare to give up.
She didn't want all these years of waiting, tears, and sleepless nights to be just her wishful thinking.
He had told himself more than once that he would never marry someone other than his wife in this life.
To anyone, these eight words are more than just a sentence, let alone a joke that can be heard and then forgotten.
Acacia spins in the center of the stage, her singing becomes more and more sad and touching.
But the person she wanted to talk to never appeared again.
Until one day, the madam said to her: An adult has taken a fancy to you, please serve him well tonight.
Only then did she remember how filthy the place where she stayed was in his eyes.
Although she still retained her virginity for him.
But who would believe it?
The night would not be late because of her pleading.
When the pot-bellied man opened the door of his room, Hehuan put down the bronze mirror in her hand and turned her head to smile at him.
When he was in a daze, she pulled out the hairpin from her hair, Just draw the perfect left cheek.
In the man's eyes, the extremely charming beauty smiled beautifully at him, but the originally beautiful scene was suddenly stained with blood.
She was still smiling, and the bloody hairpin fell to the ground.
The blood kept flowing down, all over her body and face, which was both charming and terrifying.
She walked towards the stunned man step by step, her face covered with blood smiled happily: Officer, am I beautiful?
The man finally regained his consciousness, pushed Hehuan to the ground, shouted "madman" and rushed out of the room.
Seeing the man's embarrassment, she fell to the ground and her laughter increased until she burst into laughter.
She thought boredly while laughing.
She had lived for twenty-one years, and for the first time, she confirmed that the phrase "smiling makes you really happy" was not a lie.
The madam who came after hearing the news was naturally furious and wanted to cut her into pieces, but when she saw her unconscious in a pool of blood, she got confused.
She hurriedly invited the best doctor in the capital to save her life, but could not save her appearance.
The oiran of the Red Sleeve Tower has since been gradually forgotten by the world, but half a year later, the appearance of the ghost-faced singer once again caused quite a stir in the capital.
It is still the Red Sleeve Building, but there is an additional landscape screen on the stage.
In front are beauties dancing to the music, and behind the screen sits a woman wearing a ghost mask.
There was a song that was clear and loud, sung from the mouth of the woman wearing a ghost mask, and the listeners felt physically and mentally comfortable.
They couldn't help but close their eyes and clap their hands, and imagined in their minds the scene of a peerless beauty standing on the top of a mountain facing the wind.
After the song was over, the ghost-faced singer left the stage.
Everyone sighed that it was a pity that such a beautiful song could only be heard once a day, and it was really not satisfying.
After returning to the room and taking off his mask, Hehuan sat at the table and poured himself a cup of tea.
Touching the hideous scar on the left cheek, the place where the new flesh had grown felt surprisingly good.
A few days ago, she heard that the number one scholar in the dynasty was getting married to the prime minister's daughter.
She even sent the little maid serving beside her to ask for wedding candies.
After eating the candies, she had only one thought.
Sure enough, they belonged to a powerful family, and the wedding candies were more expensive than what she had eaten in the small mountain village.
Life is so much better.
There is nothing else to think about.
After she was rescued by the madam, she originally thought that the other party would not let her go easily, but she did not expect that the woman in her forties actually hugged her and cried all night.
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The madam cried and told her that she was the one who hurt her.
She didn't know she was such a fierce woman.
If she had known so, she would definitely push that man away.
They are both women, and of course she understands that a scar on her face is more serious than killing her.
What's more, He Huan is a rare and beautiful woman in this world.
If she wasn't really desperate, how could she have done this?
The madam's crying woke her up from her dull state.
She smiled: If you don't mind it, when I recover from my injury, I will put on a ghost mask and sing for you, Hong Xiulou, until I can no longer sing.
It can be regarded as repaying your life-saving grace twice.
The madam hugged her tightly and sighed in a rare gentle tone: What a silly child.
She started singing in the Red Sleeve Tower, put on a ferocious ghost mask, and called herself the "Ghost Faced Singer".
Some people have speculated that the "Ghost Faced Diva" is the "Oiran Acacia" who disappeared not long ago, but not many people are interested.
Since ancient times, so many beauties have disappeared without a trace like falling flowers.
More important things happen every day in this world.
She is just a woman in a red mansion.
Even if she was once famous and famous, she is just a plaything.
Who cares if an outdated toy is still sitting in the corner of the storage bin?
As smart as she is, she naturally understands this, so she reappeared wearing a ghost mask half a year later without any burden.
She sings about romance, romance, love and hatred; she sings about separation between life and death, and also sings about the scenery of Kyushu.
It's just that all the songs are written and composed by herself.
Her singing voice is simple but catchy, and is deeply loved by the people.
Every song will be sung in the streets and alleys for a long time.
One night, after singing a new song as usual, she retreated backstage, but someone grabbed her arm in the corridor.
She wanted to shake him off, but her body froze because of the man's familiar voice.
He said: You are Hehuan She trembled, but quickly regained her composure and said: Young Master, you have recognized the wrong person.
She smacked her wrist hard, but he squeezed it harder.
His tone was determined: I have listened to the song you sang many times, and the lyrics in it are all adapted from the stories I once told you.
She turned her face and repeated again: Young Master, you have recognized the wrong person.
An anxious expression gradually appeared on his face: How could I admit the wrong person?
No one could possibly admit you wrongly if I did.
Why would you be in a place like this?
After I won the election, I went back to look for you, but your parents said you came out to look for me four years ago. , when did you come to the capital?
Why didn’t you come to the capital to see me?
When she heard that he had gone back to look for her, she had to admit that she was happy, but this joy was too short-lived, like a pebble dropped into stagnant water that could not withstand many waves.
But, Xiao Lang, it's already too late.
She used her free hand to take off the ghost mask on her face, revealing the scarred left side of her face, and smiled at him.
He was so frightened that he immediately took two steps back and let go of her wrist.
She put on the mask again, bent down and gave him a deep salute.
The eyes behind the mask looked greedily at his handsome face, then straightened her back, turned around and left decisively.
Under the mask, she raised the corners of her mouth and thought with some pride, this time it's finally your turn to look at my back.
Rows of red lanterns hung on the eaves of the corridor.
Under the light, the skirt of her chest was already wet with tears falling from under the mask.
After walking far enough, she gradually laughed out loud.
The sound got louder and louder, and she laughed more and more happily.
In the end, she had to squat in the middle of the arch bridge, holding her stomach that hurt from laughter.
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Xiao Lang, I don’t hate you anymore.
I only hate that we are destined to have no connection.
God wants to play tricks on us.
How can we resist?
See you again after tonight, and never see you again in the days to come
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