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Chapter 284 Female Anchor

The hall was filled with lascivious music, which made Fan Xian and Wang Qinian a little dazed.

A group of maids played the piano, rang the bell, and there were also some playing the pipa, the flute, and the flute!

By the way, it’s a serious flute. If you think of it in the wrong way, go and face the wall!
These maids were carefully selected, each of them is beautiful and graceful. For example, the one playing the pipa is the famous Sister Bai Zhou!
The other players of wind instruments are all as beautiful as Sister Baizhou. If you casually shoot a short video here, the quality will definitely beat the so-called national style ceremony.

It is true that the National Style Ceremony and Li Qingyuan's singing and dancing banquet may be comparable in terms of appearance and figure, but the professional skills of these maids are much better than those national style COS in later generations!
After all, these maids make a living with their skills, and each of them has reached the master level. Even someone like Li Qingyuan who doesn't know how to appreciate it can hear that they play very well.

Li Qingyuan and Li Yunrui were sitting side by side in the main seat, with two slender maids standing on both sides helping him pick up food, and there was also a maid behind him giving him a massage.

It even seemed like there were people hiding under the table, and no one knew what they were doing.

Although wealthy nobles these days all treat each other like debauchery and extravagance, Fan Xian said he had never seen anyone enjoy such a degree!
So this grandmaster was afraid of being poor before, so he is now engaging in revenge consumption?
After just one glance at Fan Xian, he didn't dare to look any further, because the Grand Master's perception was definitely beyond that of ordinary people. Even if he was drugged, the effects of the drug would probably be much more sensitive than that of ordinary people. If he looked a few more times, he might be noticed.

He came here today mainly to find his sister. As for murder and revenge, he would wait until Uncle Wuzhu comes back.

Because everyone praised the Grand Master as the most powerful in the world, even Fan Xian, who thought highly of himself, did not think he had the ability to assassinate the Grand Master!
But?

Where is my sister?
Because he only dared to secretly lift up a piece of glazed tile, which obstructed his vision, Fan Xian had to change the angle and start peeping.

The main hall is quite large, but the stage in the middle is not very large.

After all, this is a private banquet, and it would be difficult to enjoy it if you are too far away.

Unlike a group of maids playing music nearby, there was only one woman dancing on the stage.

The woman’s face was veiled so I couldn’t see clearly, but I could see what she was wearing!
I can only say that it would be banned in minutes if it was put on the live streaming platform!
Fan Xian just took a quick glance and didn't pay any attention to her. Not to mention that he was in no mood to watch a coquettish dancer perform a striptease, the dancer's dancing posture alone was enough to make people criticize her!
In fact, this dancer dances quite well. If it were on a live broadcast platform, it would definitely attract a lot of people to type with both hands to prove their innocence. However, compared with those professional music masters next to them, she seems a bit out of place.

how to say?

Those who perform the accompaniment are all masters at the national hall level, and are at the level of permanent guests of the Spring Festival Gala.

And dancing this?
At best, she is at the level of a commercial dancer at the county level. The two are not at the same level at all.

Just like those internet anchors, their skills are definitely better than those of ordinary people, but they can't compare with professionals at all. They can only maintain some traffic by playing around with the rules.

After taking a quick glance around the hall, Fan Xian still didn't see any sign of his sister, and he couldn't help but become a little impatient.

We searched the Princess's mansion thoroughly but couldn't find anyone. Could something have happened?

Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel nervous. Sister, you must not do anything stupid!
Of course, he knew that being sold to the Jiaosifang and demoted to a slave in the Princess's Mansion would definitely be a great humiliation for Fan Ruoruo, but as the saying goes, there is life, there is hope. Fan Xian said that he was not such a pedantic person, and as long as Fan Ruoruo could live safely, that would be better than anything else.

At worst he can just support her for the rest of her life!

"Plop—" Just as Fan Xian was considering retreating and looking somewhere else, the dancer who was still dancing on the stage stumbled and fell to the ground.

"What a waste!"

Li Yunrui cursed with some disdain. She hated Fan Ruoruo so much that she had tormented her a lot during this period of time.

Fan Ruoruo felt pain all over her body, especially her legs, which almost felt like they were not her own.

She first knelt in front of the bed for more than two hours. After she finally stood up and moved around, she was forced to dance for more than an hour.

She had never practiced martial arts or dancing since she was a child, and such high-intensity activities made her feel a little dazed.

There is no way around it. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are the skills that a lady from a noble family needs to master. If a legitimate daughter of a family says she wants to learn dancing, it would absolutely be a shame for the family!
After all, only girls in brothels or those who were given away as concubines since childhood would be trained in these skills. How could a proper noble lady like Fan Ruoruo learn such things?

It was during these two months that she had barely learned this striptease under the supervision of whips and candles. Naturally, she could not be on the same level as those who had been learning it since childhood.

Seeing Fan Ruoruo fall to the ground, the housekeeper who was standing by immediately took out an embroidery needle and walked over, obviously wanting to stimulate her.

"Ah-"

Fan Ruoruo immediately let out a miserable scream. The embroidery needle would not hurt people, but it hurt!

Fan Xian covered the glazed tiles and prepared to retreat. Since he didn't find his sister, he didn't plan to care about the rest.

It is true that he did feel that the dancing girl was quite pitiful, but there were many miserable people in the world, and he couldn't save them all now.

In the original drama, Fan Xian was everywhere saving lives and healing the wounded, just like a living Buddha, but in fact he only did small good deeds when he could.

It's like you're always burning, killing and looting in the game, but occasionally you'll get in the mood and help the villagers in trouble fight some bandits or deliver a letter.

If he was still the little Fan Shixian who had poems and essays all over the world and had several fathers to protect him and allowed him to roam freely in the world, then he would definitely righteously accuse the other party of being a rude person and actually bullying a woman like this.

But now, not only did he return to Beijing against the imperial order, but his father was also imprisoned and his sister was nowhere to be found. Naturally, he had no time to care about other people's affairs!

“Mercy! Mercy! I won’t dare to do it again! I won’t dare to do it again—”

Just as he put the tile on, the woman who was pricked by the needle begged in pain.

Is it Ruoruo?
Just now, because the woman was wearing a veil and because of the lighting and angle issues, Fan Xian did not recognize that the dancer whose live broadcast room should have been blocked was actually his sister Fan Ruoruo.

But now the other party has started wailing and begging for mercy. If he can no longer recognize the other party's voice, what qualifications does he have to talk about the deep brotherly love?
(End of this chapter)