Xiao Ju was originally afraid of the bartender, but she was even more frightened when he came out like this: "Good sister, there is nothing we can do about Master Liu's matter. You also said that it is so late now, and if you delay it, it will be gone."
Hot water is not available for washing, please come back quickly."
After that, the little maid pulled Sheng and left in a hurry. From the corner of her eye, she saw Shui Zhi coming downstairs next to the master's wife and talking to the accountant. I don't know if she noticed that Master Liu ignored the rules in the building and went out late at night.
movement.
It was a peaceful night, and everyone slept peacefully, including Liu Quyin. She began to miss the real Sanshengjiang, her master wife, and Liu Qing'an - the snow began to fall on the northeastern border, and it was boundless.
Compared to this, Mo Jingcheng was just a child's play. It was a pity that she couldn't help herself. Otherwise, she really wanted to leave this small building, go all the way north, and go back to pay homage to Liu Qing'an's grave.
Back then...she refused to let go and couldn't forgive. Liu Qing'an had no other wish before his death. He just wanted to be buried together with the woman he had let down. Liu Quyin promised, but in the end, they never met again.
She will never forget that the white flags in front of the grave were flying in the wind, and the stacks of ingots and paper money were burned. She was indeed sad. After all, Liu Qing'an raised her from a young age and died miserably. But how innocent is the mistress? She thought she was entrusted to her.
After a lifetime, no one knows that when disaster strikes, it is better to fly separately.
A coward is a coward.
Liu Qu had secretly hated Liu Qing'an for many years, and almost refused to look him in the eyes. He stayed at his wife's grave every day to worship, firstly to appease the soul of the deceased, and secondly to kill the heart of the living.
Likewise, she had never believed in men, and always felt that they were all full of lies. There was an courteous lady and a handsome man in front of her, and Liu Qu was watching from the sidelines. Who knew whether this pair of talented men and beautiful women could meet on the Magpie Bridge every Chinese Valentine's Day.
A small brothel hides too many different thoughts. The wine master has no intention of making waves, but he will not stop the storm from coming - the world is unpredictable, everyone is like a mud Buddha crossing the river, who can care about whom?
That is to say, the oiran lady is kept in the dark and thinks that she is a lucky person who can live a carefree life and have a leisurely life, regardless of the romance between the harp girl and the barbarian people outside the pass.
The New Year is approaching, and in the huge Mojing City, in addition to teahouses and restaurants, theaters and music venues are increasingly prosperous. From Xuecheng, there is no leisure time. Shen Yuan has been drunk for the past two days. He has not shown up, and no one will go there on his own initiative.
Tell him and listen. No wonder the courtesan is careless. They are obviously a destined couple in everyone's opinion, but they can be strangers for ten months in a year. Everyone thinks it is strange.
The personal maid lit a brazier in the corridor and presented a hand stove with gold silk embroidery cover. The oiran was holding a big cloak with cold fragrance, and the lapel of his collar was inlaid with a circle of snow-white wind hair. It was a rabbit hunted by the owner of the village last week in Yuxia Mountain. It was soft and soft.
It was smooth, although it was not the most expensive, but it was warm and ironing. Shen Yuan was tired of playing, so she loosened the string and rubbed her fingertips. The sun was a bit dazzling, and she was not very familiar with this tune.
"The girl is in a good mood today, and the slaves are also very happy." Feiyue came over with a tea tray, "Breakfast is still being prepared in the small kitchen. The slave made a bowl of golden jujube tea for the girl. The girl will use some first to moisten her throat.
"
Shen Yuan did not answer: "Leave it alone, I have no appetite. I have slept too much in the past two days and I don't know what the weather is like outside. It's just right. You can tell me."
"There's nothing else..." Feiyue held the tea tray in her hand. For a moment, she really had nowhere to put it. She hesitated when she said, "My wife and Miss Qiu Xiao both came to visit. I caught the girl sleeping, so I sat down for a while.
Let's go; the girl got up late yesterday morning and complained of dizziness, so there was something that I didn't dare to say."
"What is it?" Lengxiang Oiran raised her chin slightly and signaled the maid to put the things on the railing of the corridor. Feiyue did as she was told, turned around and lowered her hands and said, "It's Mr. Ling who sent someone to deliver the things. He said New Year's Eve
I have to abide by the rules and go home to reunite. I can't come in person, so I can only express my feelings through chatting like this. I don't know if the girl likes it."
Seeing that the results were unsuccessful several times, Mr. Folding Fan did not send any more accessories, but replaced them with a pair of small rabbits. They were made of velvet, with colorful threads embroidered on the ears and nose, and a sachet hidden inside. They were very cute and lovable. Feiyue said that she knew the girl
I didn't want to see him again, and probably didn't want to collect that person's things, so I left them upstairs for the time being.
"If I were so good-looking, do you think he would still be so attentive?" The oiran lady twitched the corners of her lips, her smile full of helplessness, "Really speaking... I have never seen anyone else who is more attentive than me.
He is more stubborn. Why don't you bring it over and let me take a look. We at Lengxiang Pavilion must also pay attention to etiquette. If he comes to visit again in the future, I will always have something to say."
The road back and forth was not very close. Feiyun was still preparing breakfast in the small kitchen. At dawn, she started soaking lotus seeds, peeling the lotus roots, and simmering them patiently over a slow fire to make Yujing porridge. Feiyue was still short of heat when talking to Shen Yuan. Waiting
After it was out of the pot and ready to be served, Feiyue walked to the back door of the small building.
Xu Jinshu came back from the front, wearing lotus red and golden armor, lined with a moon-white long coat, and wearing a green satin skirt with lotus branches and lotus stems. He looked tired, and there was a faint dark green under his eyes, which could not be covered up even with heavy powder.
, followed by a little maid, holding Qin for her.
Feiyue knelt down and blessed, and Xu Qinshi returned the favor. The three of them had no more words to say and had already walked out of each other's sight. Only then did the eldest maid realize something was wrong - this posture made it look like the flower cards were being picked up by a guest. Overnight
Just returned?
Feiyue didn't shiver, so she hurried upstairs to get her things, not daring to delay for a moment, and rushed back to the garden to talk to her master. The oiran's reaction was surprisingly bland, maybe because she was focusing on eating, or maybe it was commonplace.
"Even if it's true, it's a done deal. Don't ask her, let alone make it public. The girl's family wants to save face." Yujing porridge was hot in his mouth. Shen Yuan put down his spoon, pinched a piece of cake and slowly picked it up: "Let's see what Madam wants.
, no matter who shows off, Lengxiang Pavilion will reward you with a piece of jewelry as a dowry."
However, there is no shortage of gossip in the Lengxiang Pavilion. The two masters of the pavilion remained silent and did not prevent the people below from gossiping. It was a fact that they stayed up all night, and everyone saw it. Master Xu Qin could hide in the room and pretend to be asleep.
, the women led by Chunxi can also make insinuations.
When Liao Chen suddenly came forward, Qiu Xiao and Xiao Ju were still dyeing their nails. Young leaves were wrapped around the Kou Dan, and Xiao Ju was tying silk threads. Qiu Xiao was suddenly surprised, and her fingertips were stained by shaking hands.
"It's just a small fight, how can you slander me?" Mrs. Sheng frowned because she heard Liao Chen say that there was noisy discussion in the Qin Pavilion. Everyone said that Xu Jinshu was frustrated in love and voluntarily broke his body to serve the guests. He was already a man.
A prostitute who can go out. This chapter has been completed!