The Dimensional Pursuit

"Guest, you're here." As soon as Zhong Tucai stepped into the brightly lit lobby of Zilanxuan, a young woman who was slightly more gorgeous in dress and more revealing than women in this period in real history. He greeted him with a sweet smile and said in a rather familiar tone.

This attitude is an old driver at first glance.

"Do you know me?" Zhong Tu just wanted to experience the so-called Qinglou Chuguan and Yueju Nv Lu in the pre-Qin period, and asked with a smile.

As for the accent, the ghost knows the reason and the rules of the world. Qingyishui's Mandarin does not tell the difference between ancient and modern Chinese, and even local dialects and unique timbre words are not available, which is convenient. Zhong Tu coped with it, and didn't want to use the brainwave reading method to read the other party's shallow memory.

"Um...Keguan, you don't look like Xinzheng." The woman was startled and said with a slightly embarrassing smile.

It means as if she knew the rich man of the new Zheng.

Seeing this, Zhong Tubian also took the words and continued to amuse him, "Listen to what you mean, do you know the new Zheng?"

"How can it be. The maidservant is a little girl, how can he know someone who is new to Zheng? It's almost the same as the king." The woman who was swallowed again almost understood Zhongtu's routine-basically just one Idlers who use small talk to call needles do not pay for their lives.

She didn't think about it. She wanted to skip it, but Zhong Tu didn't plan to let her go, and continued to call needle "Then what do you say I am not from Xinzheng."

"That's what the maid said, why are you still serious, the guest officer?" The woman groaned, and then retorted, "Could it be the guest officer that you are dissatisfied with the maid and want to be with you by someone else?"

"You are a little self-aware." Zhong Tu nodded pretentiously, once again making the woman speechless, resentful in his heart, wishing to stab Zhong Tu with a knife.

Don't say that the woman next to her doesn't have the guts. Because according to the information in Zhong Tu’s own hands, the so-called Zilanxuan is an intelligence agency. Although the women in it are orphans and bitter girls rescued by Zilanxuan’s boss through various means, they have all gone through a certain degree. The meticulous training, what is the city of observing the beauty, becoming popular, selling songs and laughing, matching wine and entertainment.

Even more than that, when the time comes, these women will become assassins, have approached the target as bait, and then give a fatal blow to the opponent without the target's awareness or defense.

For example, Nongyu in the original book was sent into the mansion of General Ji Wuye.

Of course, the premise of all this is that this Zilanxuan is the Zilanxuan that Zhongtu knows, and this world is the world that Zhongtu knows, otherwise it won't necessarily be the case.

But judging from the various signs observed so far, the possibility of this world being that world is as high as 99%, so it is not a problem to think so directly.

"In that case, I will call another sister to accompany you." The woman's expression stiffened for a moment, then she turned back to smile and said.

"Yes." Zhong Tu nodded indifferently.

Then the woman led Zhongtu to a box that was still free, and left Zhongtu there, and asked other sisters to serve him.

Moreover, the time was still very fast. After a while, several more women moved into the box and stood in a row for Zhongtu to choose.

"Just let her and her, and then get some good wine and food, you will be indispensable when the money comes." At this time, the clock diagram, which had already completed her own arrangement by the time the woman left, ordered two casually, which was quite in line with his eyes. The woman of fate, casually ordered.

"Yes. Xiaoyuan, Xiaomei, treat the guest officials well."

"Yes." The two women agreed, stepped to Zhong Tu's side, and sat down on either side of him.

Zhong Tu smiled and stretched out his hand, holding the two in his arms.

"Well, it's a bit boring just to stay like this, you..."

"The guest officer can be called the maidservant Xiaoyuan."

"Oh, Xiaoyuan, let me give another notice and call someone who can play the piano over. I want to listen to the piano."

"Ok."

Immediately, Xiao Yuan, who had just sat down, stood up again and stepped out of the box.

"Come on, tell my son, what do you do?" Zhong Tu reached out his hand and hooked Xiaomei's chin, and laughed.

Only invisibly revealed a piece of information-he is a son.

In the pre-Qin society, the so-called prince is not a title that can be used by scholars in those dynasties after the Tang Dynasty. Rather, it represents a certain identity—neither princes, scholar-bureaucrats, or Jiuqing cannot use it afterwards.

It is even more strict, that is, it is not available after non-princes, otherwise it is Kaiyue and will be convicted.

It is estimated that Xiaomei in front of her would never have thought that in this era, someone would dare to use this name.

Then there was a lot of fun, Xiaoyuan went and returned, and brought back the Qin Ji that Zhong Tu needed.

Very surprising. Because Qin Ji is no one else but Zi Lan Xuan's number one piano girl-Nongyu.

A slight salute to Zhong Tu, and then he sat down on the opposite side, and the long piano fell on the table, stroking it with his bare hand, beating a deep and soothing music.

As far as the overall rhythm is concerned, it is not as good as the pop music of later generations, nor is it better than the so-called top ten ancient tunes, classic ancient tunes, but it is surprising that people can calm down, feel tranquil and soothing, and don’t know this. It is the work of making jade itself, or the real ancient music has this power.

Therefore, Zhong Tu's original thoughts have converged a lot, and he closed his eyes and listened to the sound, not even the diffusion of nanomachines.

Yes, nanomachines. Don’t look at Zhongtu as soon as he came in, he looked like a young man with a negative emotional intelligence, but in the dark, he was not idle. He had long used the technology to release the nanomachine and covered Zilanxuan to prove, Is this Zilanxuan the Zilanxuan he knows?

But now it seems to be unnecessary. Because there was Nongyu in front of him, it was enough to show that this Zilanxuan was the Zilanxuan he knew.

The purple girl with a mysterious identity background sits in town, and there is the Ghost Valley disciple Weizhuang hidden inside, the Zilanxuan where Prince Han Han Fei and even Zhang Liang will patronize it on weekdays.

Even the Nongyu statue in front of you is quite different from the Nongyu statue recorded in the materials.

But this is also normal. After all, it is the difference between the two-dimensional and three-dimensional, and it is only natural that there will be differences in appearance.

Just like the world of evil spirits, the world of Lelouch, the world of Gundam SEED, etc., the real appearance of the protagonist is quite different from the appearance of the data, but the temperament and body shape are more obvious and vivid enough to make people believe that this The person is the person on the data.

The sound of the piano is faint, and the entire box is completely silent, even the noise from the outside world seems to be muted, disappearing, only melodious.