Extra Story 1: Raised as a Xuan Bamboo, Qingqing is heavy in the cold of the year (Part 2)
Thinking about it all day long, Qiu Xiao couldn't practice dancing well and was scolded many times in one day.
Mother Shang couldn't see it, and told her with a cold face that the little pavilion master was a blessed person, and Ansheng would be raised in the small building, so he didn't need a low-class girl like her to worry about him.
"Now that you've come, let's live in peace. Girl, since you're destined to come to this world, you can't go back anyway, so you have to abide by the rules of this world. Don't think you're still in your own home."
The night was blue, with a few stars hanging sparsely in the corners of the sky. Shang's mother was very different from before, her eyes were burning, looking straight into Qiu Xiao's heart.
Can't go back...?
Qiu Xiao shivered even more, wondering if she might have made a mistake. It was impossible for her to miss home. She missed her old life all the time. How good it was back then. Although she got up early and went to bed late, and worked hard, at least every breath of air
They are all free and carefree, there is no need to be cautious in every move, and there is a shy boy who she likes who can always be by her side.
Shang's mother told her clearly that she couldn't go back. She wanted to cry, but she held it back and couldn't let outsiders get the slightest clue.
The days began to become dull again, and Sheng Qiu Xiao's figure gradually became thinner, her waist was slim, and she was weak and slender. Unfortunately, her eyebrows were not charming enough, so she was not a good material for flirting with others.
She actually felt relieved. Maybe if this happened, the lady of the pavilion would choose another candidate, or let her be an ordinary red girl - then she would be sure to handle the visitor and prevent herself from losing her virginity early;
No matter how lucky she is, the little pavilion master may not be successful, and the lady will ask her to take over the position of oiran, who is not sure?
Qiu Xiao smiled when she faced the face in the mirror that was no longer blessed by makeup and powder, but looked like a middle-aged man. Even if the oiran doesn't sell himself, he must have the best talent and appearance to be able to deal with romance, gold and stone articles.
I heard that the courtesan of the Molong Courtyard was in poor health and had a weak nature. She relied on decoctions to maintain her health. She was a sickly beauty made of colored glaze. Strangely, she had to be the daughter of the pavilion master's wife. Otherwise, which brothel would spend money to raise her?
Qiu Xiao was very curious. She was so weak and still able to sit firmly on the throne of courtesan. She didn't know that the little girl back then turned into such a stunning beauty that she could only see in the sky.
She couldn't guess, and slowly lost interest. Maybe it's the love of beauty that everyone has? It was just a glimpse when she was a child, so how could she have been thinking about it all these years? She couldn't tell others, and naturally she couldn't
Someone will help her think.
Year after year passes, the ice and snow melt, and everything reopens.
There was a rustle outside Qian's screen window, the wind was blowing the bamboo leaves, and a slight chill was rising. The late spring cold was the most annoying, but Sheng Qiu Xiao was not qualified to add more charcoal. But it was soon, right? She was about to go on stage in time.
The performance has become the signature of Lengxiang Pavilion.
Mrs. Mo Zhang has cultivated her for many years, and she is finally going to pay off.
Ambiguous eyes lingered around her all day long, and her sisters began a new round of congratulations. These women were very enthusiastic and struggled to speak in polite words, but their meaning behind the scenes could not be clearer - "To be rich and noble,
Don’t forget each other.”
Man's calculation is never as good as God's calculation.
Chunxi, who likes to wear green clothes, was the first to come and taunt her: "Are you still dreaming here? After all, Guanying has the ability to take away your top spot. Oh, that's not right, sister Qiu Xiao, Madam said she wanted to flatter you.
Yes, how come Cheng Yaojin shows up on the way and she doesn't help you stop him?"
Qiu Xiao didn't say anything. Many people couldn't hold it back for a long time, secretly resenting that they were flattering in the wrong place. Now that they were in the spotlight, they started to complain and ridicule.
"That is Sister Guanying. She is so charming and charming. Her figure and appearance make me jealous. Madam, can you understand who is more cost-effective to support?"
"No, it's not like our sister Qiu Xiao. She is called 'dignified and quiet'. She is reserved and refuses to show off. She wants to leave good opportunities to her sisters."
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There were also people who couldn't bear it and complained for her. Instead, she tried to dissuade her with gentle words, just a few words. She let down her wife's love and was unable to live with it.
The disputes in the brothel came and went quickly. They didn't eat or live in the same place at all. After a while, the quarrel was gone. The mother in charge had a gloomy face, dismissed the troublemaking woman, and frowned at Qiu Xiao.
For quite a while.
"You...are a peaceful person. Your blessing lies behind you."
After the mother in charge finished speaking, she seemed to be clenching her back teeth and glared at the bright lights upstairs in front of her.
Qiu Xiao vaguely guessed something, but didn't dare to think deeply. As Shang's mother wished, she had learned to abide by the rules of this world and survive honestly and dutifully.
The strange thing is that Mrs. Mo Zhang did not ask her to move her place, and all the treatment was the same as before. She even asked her to be more diligent and not to slack off.
The weather is getting cold again, the backyard is deserted, and the front is full of flowers all day long, which has nothing to do with Qiu Xiao.
One sunny afternoon, Qiu Xiao was delighted with the warmth of the sun. Shang's mother suddenly came and asked her to go out and take a look.
The back garden was indeed beautiful. The sunlight shone brightly on the flower branches, making one's heart melt just by looking at it. Across a brick wall, Qiu Xiao finally saw Mo Changyan again.
She was indeed a beauty whom I felt pity for. She was petite, slender and bright. She was wrapped in a heavy cloak and walked gracefully while holding on to the maid's hand.
For a moment, Qiu Xiao seemed to see an old friend, an old friend who existed deeply in the depths of his memory and was unforgettable, but could not be mentioned to anyone throughout his life.
Qiu Xiao understands that they are not the same person, and they don't even have similar faces. They just feel very close to each other for no reason, as if they are close to each other, like flesh and blood.
Before she had seen enough, Mo Zhangyan had disappeared. Qiu Xiao was feeling lost, and Shang's mother dragged her back silently, stared at her and started practicing dance before leaving.
Not long after, the eldest maid Shui Zhi came to pick her up in person, dressed her up and took her to the small building.
The mother and daughter of Mo Shan's family sat upright, one dignified and graceful, the other funny and charming. She served with humility and obedience, and when she turned around, she was greeted with a wave of flattery. Shang's mother remained unmoved and rejected all the women.
outside the door.
In the Temple of Immortality, Sheng Qiu Xiao made a sincere wish, hoping for a safe and smooth life and a happy death.
Things developed in the same way. When she got haircut, she was stunning with her dance, and smoothly stole the limelight from Guanying girl. Mo Changyan and her gradually became familiar with each other, and occasionally they could sit and have tea together.
When the fire started, she was very scared. She wrapped herself in a quilt and tried to escape, but was stopped by Shang's mother. Shang's mother said that she was so reckless and couldn't explain herself when others saw her.
She immediately bowed her head and admitted her mistake without explaining.
The fire went out quickly, leaving not even a hint of soot in the air.
There are different opinions about what happened next, but the orioles who looked like crazy in the shabby room could not lie. Sheng Qiuxiao was truly frightened, and kept Shang's mother's admonishment in mind, and did not dare to make any mistakes.
Mo Changyan came to ask her for help, and she agreed immediately, just to have someone to rely on so that he would not end up in the same end.
Fortunately, she is "a peaceful person" and no one in the building hates her. The mother and daughter of the pavilion are also very good to her. They are mutually beneficial and naturally get along very happily.
Gradually, she also discovered that being as decent as an oiran lady also had a lot of dissatisfaction. But it didn’t matter, the world was not good. They could have a place to live in this small building, what more could they ask for?
Woolen cloth?
The people from the Sheng family suddenly came to the door to make trouble, which was beyond her expectation.
Looking at those greedy faces, Qiu Xiao almost felt sick. She couldn't help but sneer at them, and she couldn't help but try her best to prevent the evildoers from getting their way.
In terms of skills, she still has to be willing to be inferior to the two masters of the pavilion.
The chrysanthemum mutton pot was warm, but her body was so hot that she couldn't take more than a few bites. She liked to stay in the kitchen and cook some exquisite side dishes for the hosts, so that they could taste the flavors of her hometown. As expected, Mo Shang and the Oiran were picky.
, but every time I enter, I am happy.
The oiran wanted to take her out to relax, so she went, not wanting to cause trouble to others. Leng Meiren probably got up too early and was still dozing off, so she lazily read a poem, not even a word of it.
explain.
Qiu Xiao smacked it carefully, as if she understood the meaning, but she didn't seem to.
Then forget it... What's the use of thinking so much? The courtesan Mo Shang won't harm her. This chapter has been completed!