Since Shuang Muzi returned to the house, she was secretly sad. She held the once hot heart and fantasized about Song Jingran's familiar figure countless times. She fantasized about meeting again. Whether he was no longer that coldness, whether he could accept his love, now she no longer dared to think about it. His tender eyes stinged deeply in her heart, as if she was about to dissipate the passionate love in her heart.

She simply covered her head and slept to escape everything;

In the dream, she met her long-lost relatives and returned to her childhood, having a carefree and happy life; she loved her parents, had her brothers and sisters who loved her, and had her favorite brother Ran; suddenly, the sword light and sword shadows were splattering blood; the night of the "Lin Mansion" many years ago appeared in front of her again;

"Dad...Mom...Don't..." Shuang Muzi suddenly sat up from the bed, the tears on her face melted with sweat, and the pillow was wet.

"Miss Shuang, are you okay?" Cui'er, who happened to enter the door, saw Shuang Muzi sweating heavily.

"It's okay..." Shuang Muzi's eyebrows were deeply locked. The familiar dream had been around for a long time, and she no longer entangled herself, but she had appeared frequently recently.

Suddenly, Song Jingran's affectionate eyes appeared in front of him, and what he looked at was not himself, but his appearance as his sister who once pampered him. Looking back on the past, Song Jingran always looked at Lin Qinglian's eyes and suddenly felt how ridiculous he was.

When Cui'er saw Shuang Muzi being out of sight, she reminded: "Mom Du has given instructions. Tonight, Prince Jin will prepare Miss Shuang."

"Tonight..." Shuangmuzi looked outside the house inexplicably. She didn't know how long she had slept, so she didn't know what time it was.

Seeing that Shuangmuzi was unclear, Cui'er explained: "Miss Shuang doesn't know yet, you've been sleeping for two days."

Shuang Muzi nodded thoughtfully. It turned out that this dream had been bothering me for two days, no wonder it was so real; but, when it was time to face it, Du's mother had done her best to do it. If she resisted again, it would probably be more than just a firewood house. How many women in the building died unjustly because of their stubborn temperament; it was not that she was afraid of death, but that she did not want to die yet.

It was almost dusk; Du's mother told someone to come and dress up Shuangmuzi; a pink yarn skirt, all kinds of fancy jewelry, and high-quality rouge and powder were all in one piece.

"Miss Shuang, Mother Du's order..." Until evening, Mother Du ordered Cui'er to come and take Shuangmuzi over. She saw Cui'er pushing open the door. She said half of what she said, but she didn't finish her sentence;

"Miss Shuang, you are..." Cui'er came back to her senses and looked at Shuang Muzi inexplicably;

"Let's go..." Shuang Muzi stood up and walked in front. Cui'er shook her head and quickly followed.

Until, in front of the Lihua Pavilion, Shuang Muzi took a deep breath and kept reminding herself that she was Shuang Muzi, she was just Shuang Muzi...

"Mom Du, Miss Shuang is here." Cui'er stepped forward and reported.

"Come in..." Mother Du's voice came from the house.

Cui'er opened the door and Shuang Muzi followed her in; she saw that there were still three people in the room, including Song Jingran and three others; Gao Jin was still surrounded by beautiful women; Yan Yongan embraced the beauty and flirted with each other from time to time; Song Jingran gently embraced Yu Zixia, chatting without a word, and from the expression on her face, she seemed very happy.

"You..." Seeing this, Du's mother was very angry. She was angry and discomfort at this time, so she glanced at Cui'er beside her fiercely;

Cui'er understood and looked aggrieved and dared not look at her again.

Shuang Muzi was not worn, and the items Du's mother still brought together white clothes, tied up a simple bun, and had no decorations; the black hair behind her head was scattered, and the thick powder on her face was very clear; although it was not ugly, it was definitely not good-looking, but it made people feel that they were indescribable.

"I have seen a few young masters." Shuang Muzi bowed, expressionless, and lowered her eyes; only in this way can she calm down, only in this way can she not look at Song Jingran's words and actions.

At this time, everyone in the house heard the sound and looked at Shuangmuzi;

"Mom Du's talent is not good!" Yan Yongan glanced at Shuangmuzi, drank the wine sent by the beauty, and smiled sarcastically.

"Mr. Yan said so much. This girl Frost is pretty on weekdays, but..." Mother Du was embarrassed and didn't know how to explain.

"Ha... Fortunately, you are here, young master. Otherwise, I thought it was the zombie in the tomb, and I sneaked out!" The woman in Yan Yongan's arms looked coquettish and glanced at Shuangmuzi with a sarcastic look on her face.

When the girls in the room heard this, a burst of ridicule came from the girls; Shuang Muzi kept lowering her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered the charm of her eyes. Everything was as expected, and she didn't care about the sarcastic words of others.

"Prince, although Miss Shuang's appearance is average, her voice and piano skills are very beautiful. Why not give her a song here to help you to cheer up the grandparents?" Although Du's mother was dissatisfied with Shuangmuzi, she saw that Shuangmuzi was ridiculed by the women in the Yan Pavilion and was the one who helped her.

"Okay... If it is true as Mother Du said, I will definitely give you a lot." Although Gao Jin looked playful, he still glanced at Shuang Muzi from time to time. He was not only curious about her indifference and calmness, but Song Jingran also cared a little, but it was just a momentary consciousness.

After hearing Du's mother's words, Shuangmuzi then bowed and walked towards the music room inside. She stroked the strings of the piano; the sound of the piano sounded leisurely, sometimes gentle, sometimes smooth; as the sound of the piano sounded; the thin lips opened slightly, and only listened;

“The brothel is full of charm, and the woman comes with heavy makeup;

It’s like this every day, both model and similar;

If you are in front of others, you are a little more reserved;

Don't show your shallowness;

Perhaps the moment of beauty passing,

Sadness and loss will emerge;

How many beauties are worthy of pity?

There are some things you need to try to let go;

The initial appearance, the final discovery;

The fantasy expectation is only sorrow;

Swing and dancing;
Chapter completed!