The wind and moon in Lengxiang Pavilion are boundless, but they can't stand the slightest scrutiny. It's hard to distinguish between true and false feelings. Many beauties are infatuated with each other. After all, they can't escape a broken love and heartbreak, and they are ruined in vain. The only thing they can rely on is youth, beauty and touching.
You must strive to learn to flatter and please with your posture, so that you can make your guests' eyes stay on you more and gain more capital for your survival.
Chunxi has been in Lengxiang Pavilion for a long time, and is more familiar with its ways. Difficulties made by peers, bullying by managers, and even punishments from her masters are nothing. To her, the decline of appearance is more fatal than anything else. Chunxi has already
She is still young, and she has always thought about someone who can redeem herself and take her out of the brothel. Even if she is a concubine, it is better to endure the days of living under someone else's roof and being looked down upon by others. It is better to grow old, have a cold hall, and can only live in the darkness of who knows what.
Rotting and dying in the corner.
There are two mistresses in the building. The oiran lady seems to be noble, but she has never really been cruel to anyone - Guan Ying was detained in a shabby woodshed, and she was still able to eat and drink, which is still the best proof; on the contrary, that
Mrs. Mo Zhang, who wears a smiling face all day long, keeps talking about sympathy and tolerance, treats servants who make mistakes, but is not merciful at all. Chunxi has been suffering for a while, and knows that if he does not find a way out, he will
He will really be buried in the dark backyard, and he will be the lowest slave until the day he dies.
What could it be... The courtyard was busy and crowded, and no one noticed the cold bungalow here, or the self-pitying maid in the house. Chunxi felt that Mrs. Mo Zhang was hypocritical from the bottom of her heart, but the advantage of bigger sesame seeds and mung beans,
Just think that you are a Bodhisattva, but tiredness and hunger keep rolling up, stimulating the emotions that have been suppressed for days. There are even thin-skinned little girls, carrying bowls and chopsticks, running to a place with few people and squatting along the wall.
Eat happily, and the fragrance will spread with the night wind.
Resentment can urge people to stop and avoid food that has been recognized, but it is difficult to control the greed in the belly. Chunxi knows that the singers living in this house have gone to the front to perform music, and everyone is looking forward to coming out on top.
, they only received a few rewards, so more than half of them have been deliberately reducing their diet in recent days and striving to have a slim and voluptuous figure.
After finally surviving the New Year, when they got off the stage, they must be hungry. They only had food and drink in their eyes, and couldn't care about anything else, right? Chunxi speculated that she could see people in the backyard from a distance, and the orange lights from the kitchen were dotted among them, which was particularly special.
Tempting.
Early in the morning, Zhao's mother asked her to sweep the ashes. The woodshed where Guanying used to stay was considered unlucky, and no one wanted to go in and clean it up, so the job fell on Chunxi, who was the least popular. She endured it and
He plucked up the courage to go in and clean it up. Fortunately, a maid had done a rough cleaning before, and no one could see the shocking things. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Chunxi cursed hard, and realized the advantage of this place - no one around him would do it.
If you come here and pretend that you can't finish the work, you won't be able to get more.
Unfortunately, it didn't work as expected. Soon a woman came over and yelled loudly, saying that she still thought she had a delicate body and was hiding here to laze around. She was really a despicable person. Chunxi was dragged out by her ears, her whole face
She was blushing hotly, and was ordered to wash the clothes of the little boy at the side door. Those boys usually have rough hands and feet, and they are often covered in stinking sweat in the cold winter months. They wear pairs of socks that are as black as iron and are too lazy to wash them. Chunxi sees
He couldn't help but want to vomit at the first glance, but he had to endure it desperately, not daring to show any dissatisfaction - those people's eyes were sneaky, of course they wouldn't dare to covet the women in the building, but Chunxi was punished like this
The slaves who come down are like fish and meat on chopping boards. No one can bully them, but no one will control them as long as they don't get angry.
The well water was bitingly cold, and there was no good honey locust available. Chunxi had to expose her hands to the cold wind, scrubbing them vigorously. The pungent stench was overwhelming and almost made her faint.
They were in groups, wandering around with malicious intent, staring directly at Chunxi's chest. From time to time, they would suddenly come closer and say with a playful smile that the girl had worked hard and if they wanted them to treat her to a drink.
"Sister-in-law, you are also a person with children. You should know how difficult it is for a girl to live in a family. Mother Zhao punished me to wash clothes, and I accepted it, but I am not a bitch who can do everything!" Recalling this, Chunxi
Tears burst out uncontrollably, and he curled up more and more into the quilt: "They touched me, pulled me, and threw some dirty clothes and smelly socks on my face. I know who ordered it! It's not just the eyes.
Seeing me in trouble, everyone is eager to step on me!"
After a few mouthfuls of dinner, Chunxi actually still had the strength to make a noise. Her lips turned white and had a few thin cracks, which were exactly the same as the chapped ones on the back of her hands. Sister-in-law He was disgusted in her heart, but she could not help but feel a little compassion -
- Not many people like Chunxi, but they don't mean to do anything wrong; the housekeepers and ladies are in harmony with each other. Mother Zhao did let this hoof wash the little boy's clothes, but she never asked anyone to insult her.
If it is true as Chunxi said...Lengxiang Pavilion looks like it is going to be tidy up again.
Mrs. Mo Zhang had already rested and it was not easy to disturb her anymore, so Sister-in-law He told Fei Yue who took the initiative to ask, and asked the maid to tell the story to the young lady to see if she could make a decision. Putting aside these considerations, Chun Xi continued to work until
After the New Year's fireworks came to an end, I finally had a chance to breathe and slipped into the singer's room.
She was really hungry, and she didn't have a strong will or backbone. When the little maid who was squatting in the corner eating braised pork noodles drank the last sip of soup, burped, and ran away happily, she finally couldn't hold it in anymore and shot the case.
Pushing the door open, he trotted away from the crowd and came to the door of the kitchen in the backyard. Looking around, everyone was laughing and eating. Chunxi's heart skipped a beat, and he crossed the threshold with his fingers clasped in his palms. It was indeed warm inside, and the stove was on
They all set up large pots and served soup, noodles, porridge and snacks in a flowing manner.
When Sister-in-law He saw her, she frowned and said nothing. She picked up a big bowl and filled it with dumplings with a spoon. She asked Chunxi to take it and went outside to eat. Chunxi felt greatly insulted on the spot and said a few words.
She didn't say anything, refused to even say thank you, turned around and left with her head stiffened. She was dressed in a mess, for fear of being laughed at. She was too hasty and stared at the ground, so she bumped into Zhu Yuanjing. What happened later?
farce.
"I know my sister-in-law doesn't like me. I'm not like Xu Jinshu, who is always the best at being good. If you shed a few tears, you all feel sorry for her." The black charcoal in the dilapidated hut was choking, and there was nothing else to keep warm.
Xi's face was covered with a quilt, and her voice seemed to be infected by the wind and cold. Sister-in-law He listened and rolled her eyes without saying a word, thinking that if this girl had a seizure at that moment, let alone the dumplings, she might not even be able to get a mouthful of soup. This chapter has been completed!