Extra Story 1: Raised as a Xuan Bamboo, Green and Cold (Part 1)
"The peaches grow on the well, and the plum trees grow beside the peaches. When insects come to eat the roots of the peaches, the plum trees replace the peaches."
The oiran Mo Chang didn't like to talk too much with others. Even to herself, she would say half the words and leave the other half. Sheng Qiuxiao knew that she would accept it as soon as it was good and she couldn't ask any more questions.
In fact, to be fair, in that small building with dazzling flowers and flowers, apart from the ignorant girl Xiaoju next to him, the person who treats me the most kindly cannot be said to be this courtesan.
Sheng Qiuxiao didn't like Lengxiang Pavilion, and she couldn't say she disliked it very much. She had no choice in this world, but she just wanted a mouthful of hot soup and rice, and a place to live. When she opened her eyes, she was lying in the crowded and messy wasteland in the backyard of the brothel.
In the woodshed, the masonry beneath me was cold and hard, filled with wet sticky moisture, irritating every bone in my body and screaming into unbearable pain.
She thought she was dead, but she didn't expect to be able to exhale a breath of hot breath.
The surroundings are not quiet. The leaky hut cannot retain any warmth or block any movement. The voices outside are rising and falling, old and young, clear and turbid. Without exception, they are all women. The voices of these people
The topic couldn't revolve around some benefactor, mother, the top one, and occasionally a few curses would break out.
There is also a soft and graceful voice of a woman, which drifts away gracefully as the night falls, full of naked and unconcealed desire.
Her mind was dizzy, her fever persisted, and she didn't know how long she had been listening here. Her clothes were shabby, and her skin was sore from the bricks and stones. Her whole body seemed to have been beaten so hard that her joints were about to fall apart, and she couldn't even move her fingers.
Someone came in to take a look, poked her like an object to see if she was still alive, and then spat in her face, cursing in a low voice. She came here and thought she was a wealthy lady. She might as well die early.
Throw it out to avoid bad luck.
It was no different from death... She was too lazy to bother, grinned disdainfully, closed her eyes and waited for death to come again.
There was a "squeak" sound, as if the door was opened, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, which made her jump and get goosebumps like corns all over her body.
She's not dead yet, why rush to throw her out?
The coarse cloth soles rubbed against the ground, making a rustling sound like rough old tree bark, tickling the eardrums of the poor creature on the ground. The person who came had a long body, but his steps were still steady. He pinched her chin open with his big rough hands and fed her.
Hot water in mouth.
The only warmth she had felt for a long time slipped into her throat, and she suddenly didn't want to die so much.
She clearly saw that the person who came was an old woman. She had a narrow eyebrow and a serious smile. She looked very fierce, but there was no annoying anger in her body. It was very different from the one who came in before. The old woman was also looking at her.
She opened her eyes, her gaze softened, and it actually seemed kind-hearted.
The old woman gave her some scraps of soup and saved her life.
From then on, she regarded him as her reborn parent, but she didn't want to let down the family's good intentions, so she decided temporarily that it would be better to keep her life, so as not to let the old man's efforts go in vain.
So Lengxiang Pavilion had a rough maid named Sheng Qiuxiao. The mother in charge would still ask her to pay for the goods. She bought them as a pawn, broke a lot of things, and even asked Mrs. Shang to protect her.
If you don't accept guests, your wife's money will be wasted.
Sheng Qiuxiao didn't want her benefactor to be scolded after her, so she worked even harder underground, doing the hard work of unloading trucks and moving goods. It was that time, because of her diligence, she was allowed to follow her sisters to the front yard, and she saw a little girl in the distance.
He is about the same age as himself, dressed exquisitely, and accompanied by two little maids.
The girl stood under an acacia tree, with delicate features and calm demeanor. Although her cheeks were pale, she looked well protected.
She wanted to take a few more glances, but unexpectedly Sister Xiaocui shouted, telling her to hurry up and help her, otherwise it would delay the matter and others would not accompany her to get scolded.
Qiu Xiao promised and ran away. As the crowd returned to the noisy and dark backyard, the drunken man in front of her was gentle and gentle, leaving a deep silhouette in her heart. And the little girl who didn't know who she was, she was obviously...
They are about the same age, but have completely different situations.
Who could it be? Qiu Xiao didn't know.
That silk dress, that twisted shrimp beard bracelet, she definitely belongs to a young lady from a wealthy and good family. Why would she come to a place like this... It's impossible, she just passed by and came in to rest, right?
The disciplinarian mother quickly solved her doubts. It was the beloved daughter of the pavilion master’s wife, their little master.
From then on, Qiu Xiao's heart was like a wood fire, and she realized that women in romantic circles are indeed different from high to low. She looked at Shang's mother's wrinkles with age, and thought about the age of the women.
At this point, let’s give it a try.
Regarding her decision, Shang's mother was as noncommittal as ever, but she already knew that it was feasible. Everything fell into place naturally, including music, chess, singing and dancing, poetry, tea, calligraphy and painting. She was like eating mulberry leaves, following her sisters to study hard, and slowly understood.
Some people laughed at her for wishful thinking, but she pretended not to hear; some people praised her for being smart, but she remained unmoved. She was not naturally beautiful, but she earned a place in Qinge with her resilience.
So soon, she fell into the eyes of the Pavilion Master's wife.
She was an amiable middle-aged woman with a gentle smile at the corner of her eyes and eyebrows, which made people look at her like a spring breeze. Qiu Xiao could guess who she was, not to mention that everyone was respectful and wished she could stay more.
Impressions are waiting to fly onto the branches in the future.
The woman in gorgeous clothes ignored them and only came towards this ordinary little girl.
The lady of the pavilion was dressed brightly, but she was not wearing any pearls. She had a pair of white jade rings on one wrist, and a cluster of coral beads and a flying luan hairpin on her peony bun. She looked down at Qiu Xiao, and Qiu Xiao also looked up and looked back. Her sister next to her was worried.
Uneasy, he pulled the little girl to kneel down and apologize.
Unexpectedly, the wife of the pavilion master did not blame her. Instead, she stared at Qiu Xiao for a while and declared that this girl was very talented and would be the future top lady of Lengxiang Pavilion.
Naturally, no one is convinced, but no one dares to question it.
Sheng Qiuxiao's life has become much better, and Shang's mother, who protects her, has become one of the most respected mothers in the backyard.
Of course there were people who couldn't bear to fawn over her. She greeted them all with a smile, going in one ear and out the other, not taking a word seriously. What about sisters? Women in this place are all dependent on men.
In order to survive, if you make friends today and turn against each other tomorrow, if you don't plot against each other and hope that the other person will be ruined, that's considered good, right?
Unfortunately, she never saw the girl under the acacia tree again. One spring, the wind was extremely noisy, and it was rare to be quiet in the early morning. Suddenly there was a commotion in front, and I heard that someone was hurt.
She was locked up in the piano pavilion to train her dancing skills and was not allowed to move around at will. The girl who came to deliver the food said that something happened to the oiran lady.
Qiu Xiao's heart was shocked: isn't the current court lady the daughter of the pavilion master's wife?
She still remembered that the rumors about the beautiful girl Ayan were like catkins, flying around and confusing the eyes.
If she wanted to ask more, the little girl didn't know. The food in the food box was fragrant, but Qiu Xiao felt like chewing wax when eating, and she didn't dare to stop her chopsticks. If she missed the practice or wasted the meal, it would be a disaster.
Going to be beaten.
For a long time, she had been worried about the pretty young lady she saw when she was a child, worried that something had really happened. In an instant, the newly formed beauty was gone. This chapter has been completed!