Chapter 40 The businesswoman does not know the hatred of subjugation
Update time:2012-10-17
It was the festive season but Fule Yuan was not busy, which was exactly the opposite of the crowded scenes in the market buying new year's goods. Miss Fang in Linshui Pavilion was still there, and the place had not changed. Zhang Ning felt a twinge of joy when he learned that everything was the same as before.
A hint of joy.
Entering the room where Fang Ling was entertaining guests, Zhang Ning immediately saw the brocade screen placed in the room. It was indeed well woven and had the poem embroidered on it, as if there were clues left by Zhang Ning in this era.
"Ah! It's you." was her first sentence when they met.
Fang Ling was seen wearing a plain dress with a white base, which made her face look pure and delicate, making her look like a pretty girl. However, wearing such a plain dress at the current solar term does not seem to match the outside.
Zhang Ning hurriedly saluted and said: "Miss Fang, are you okay? I was assigned to Yangzhou and I only got home yesterday. I have guests at home and I couldn't get away, so I had to come here today to disturb you."
"It's a good time for Mr. Ping An to come here today. I don't even have a single guest here. On weekdays, even if I'm having fun with some common people, I can still have wine, banquet and laugh. But today I don't mind it, but it's still deserted and desolate. Everyone goes home to see his wife."
That’s it.” Fang Ling sighed quietly.
But when she saw Zhang Ning, her melancholy expression with sighs was filled with a kind of joy. Gu Pan's smart eyes showed both contradictory emotions appropriately in an instant. Sure enough, it was because of her good eyes. The so-called Gu Pansheng
Hui, that's right. In Zhang Ning's opinion, it's not easy for Fang Ling, who has a good voice and appearance, not to be famous. I don't know why.
Zhang Ning took out a delicate wooden box from his arms and handed it over: "A small gift is not a sign of respect. Please accept it, Miss Fang."
Fang Ling said with a smile: "Oh, you even bought me a gift. I have to see what it is... You can sit down too, don't be so reserved, others won't eat you."
"Even if you are eaten by a beauty like Miss Fang, it is probably a great honor." Zhang Ning tried to be more casual.
After hearing this, Fang Ling raised his sleeves to cover his mouth and laughed, probably because he rarely heard him joking.
Zhang Ning didn't say a word about saving her life, so he didn't have to express his gratitude. He rushed over to visit her on New Year's Eve, didn't it just show his feelings?
Fang Ling raised her sleeves expectantly, stretched out her jade hand, and opened the wooden box. Zhang Ning felt a little sad when he saw this: the sizes of beads are still different, and Miss Fang is not someone who has never seen jewelry before, and she can tell the grade at a glance.
It's a pity that I don't have much money, otherwise I would have bought it; but after all, it is a pearl with a gold chain, so I'll just settle for it.
She opened it and took a look, and was stunned for a moment. Then she lowered her head and took a closer look, then raised her head and asked doubtfully: "This is a gift from Mr. Ping An... Do you know what this is?"
"Yeah, I know." Zhang Ning nodded, thinking I bought it myself, how can I know what I bought?
Fang Ling rolled his eyes, blushed and laughed out loud: "Then you are so bad, you actually gave me such a thing."
Zhang Ning heard something was wrong and couldn't help but ask: "Is this the one on the hands, the feet, or the waist?"
"I know you don't understand, yet you're still pretending to me." Fang Ling leaned forward, leaned close to her, and whispered Qingqi: "The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of her country's subjugation, but she still sings across the river | Ting Hua."
Zhang Ning was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, he suddenly realized what this thing was! How dare you play such an extravagant thing in the early and middle Ming Dynasty? He suddenly felt embarrassed and glanced at Shen
The box on the case was not really meant to be taken back, nor was it given to her.
But Fang Ling still looked at him with a smile and said softly: "Mr. Ping An, don't have such a face. It's okay. I like your gift very much. Thank you very much. I will accept it."
"I mean no offense." Zhang Ning said hurriedly. Although Fang Ling was a promiscuous woman, Zhang Ning still wanted to have enough respect for her for various reasons. One was the grace of saving her life, and the other was her background. He
I don't think I can do whatever I want with her|laugh.
Fang Ling, however, sounded like he was coaxing a minor, and his voice was soft and charming: "Because it's you, I won't feel offended... If you don't know, even if you really have that intention, I might as well make you happy."
Zhang Ning swallowed a sip of saliva and said to herself that she came to see her seriously, but something didn't feel right after meeting her. This place was originally a big brothel, so it's ridiculous to say that it's serious, right?
"Miss Fang is in love with me by mistake, I don't dare to accept it." Zhang Ning could only say nonsense. He didn't know what to say other than nonsense. He himself is a well-behaved person and never goes to the red light district for fun, but he tolerates this kind of thing.
The degree is also very high, so I don't think it's a big deal; it's just that Fang Ling, a prostitute, is a bit special to him. In short, it is more difficult to deal with.
Fang Ling slowly put her fingers on the back of his hand: "I'm not lying to you, where is wrong love? Just talk about your handwriting, I can take it out and look at it when I am alone, and my mouth will be dry.
Erlang like Ping An, it's too late for people to love you, so how can they bear to say things to trick you."
"Miss Fang is serious..." He added in embarrassment: "I am thinking of you in my heart, and I am definitely not coveting your appearance."
"I know." Fang Ling leaned very close and exhaled like blue. He could already feel her breathing and the rise and fall of her chest. "But why don't you understand? I am a woman, and you are not moved at all when you look at me.
How sad. Am I so unable to keep your people?"
Zhang Ning's palms were already sweating, and in his thoughts, he thought of Luo Yaoniang. If she knew that she was deeply in love with the girl in the brothel, she didn't know whether she would run away... Fortunately, she had no way of knowing.
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Zhang Ning's throat trembled for a while, and his breathing was thick and uneven. He slowly turned over the hand on the case and gently held the soft hand in his palm. Silently facing Fang Ling, his other hand
One hand also stretched out, gently placed it on her cheek, and then slowly stroked downwards, preparing to touch her breasts.
Unexpectedly, Fang Ling stood up gently at this time, his red face still smiling: "I forgot, I haven't made tea for Mr. Ping An yet."
Zhang Ning froze on the chair for a moment, and then heard her say softly: "Don't worry." He thought it was because the matter was not urgent, but she paused and said, "It will be brewed soon."
Which song is this from?
Zhang Ning had no choice but to treat Fang Ling with force. He could only watch her busy making tea with her own hands. All he could see was her elegant skirt, graceful waist, and gently swaying hips.
There was only a cup of tea. She brought it over and opened the lid and gently stroked the water. She first went up to it with her jade-like nose and sniffed it. "I'll try to see if it's hot first." She said softly and took a sip.
He took a sip, leaving a faint trace of lipstick on the edge, and then handed the trace to Zhang Ning, "Mr. Ping An, please drink tea."
Zhang Ning took it and looked at her beautiful pink, smooth and slightly shiny lips, without even tasting the tea.
Fang Ling's smile was like a peach blossom, which made people feel like they were washed by the spring breeze. "Does it taste good?"
"It's wonderful." Zhang Ning blurted out.
Fang Ling's smiles and frowns changed flexibly, and in the blink of an eye, a trace of sadness appeared between his brows: "The falling flowers are merciless, and the tea is good, but the people are not as good as Mr. Ping An. How can I bear to force you?"
Zhang Ning had a very unnatural expression and couldn't help but say: "Miss Fang has a beautiful face, weak bones and strong muscles, which makes people fall in love with her. How can I dare to be dissatisfied at all?"
"I'm afraid you said it on purpose to make people feel relieved." Fang Ling had turned from being lighthearted to being coquettish with a hint of sweetness and a hint of coquettishness.
"Everything I say from the bottom of my heart, I swear..." As soon as he said this, Zhang Ning suddenly realized something. It didn't seem right. How could I say such a thing?
Fang Ling gently pressed her bare hand on Zhang Ning's lips. Her action was like Zhang Ning kissing her hand. With a shy look on her face, she lowered her head and said: "Don't be like this, I believe it. No need for eternal vows, as long as
You have a little heart, Ling'er's heart is all with you... Just like this gift you gave me, how can I not understand Mr. Ping An's feelings?" As she spoke, she brought her face closer and whispered in Zhang Ning's ear.
He said, "I'll take a shower first, so I won't let you give this love away in vain."
Zhang Ning said hurriedly: "This thing is a misunderstanding. I don't dare to treat Miss Fang like that. There are things that should be agreed between you and me. You can't just want to wrong others."
"You did that to someone, put the beads into their body, and they were naturally willing." Fang Ling bit her red lips, her soft breasts clinging to his arms as if they were far apart, and she gasped,
"You wouldn't be reluctant, would you?"
Zhang Ning had long forgotten all about what the sage said about Mencius, and nodded without hesitation.
Fang Ling looked at his face lovingly with blurred eyes, as if she was drunk, and stroked the light beard above his lips with her hand: "Good husband, if you can use your tongue to explore the winding path leading to the secluded place,
, you must have a different taste when your beard sweeps the canopy door..."
"Is it convenient for you... to take a bath here? Is there hot water now..." Zhang Ning asked pretending to be calm.
Fang Ling said: "It's quite convenient to let Chun Yu go to the kitchen to fetch water after lunch."
Zhang Ning couldn't help but turn around and look at the window. How the hell could it be noon? It was cloudy today, and the sun didn't know where it had risen.
At this moment, Fang Ling heard a smile and said: "Don't look at it, it's coming soon. I'll call Chunyu and ask her to bring in a table of food and wine..."
Zhang Ning couldn't help but think about the money issue again. The wine and food in Fule Yuan are called flower wine, which must be much more expensive than ordinary restaurants, but he doesn't know how much money this table of wine costs. Now that he can't get off the stage, he has to bite the bullet and carry on.
Fortunately, there are still nearly seventy taels left, so I should be able to cope with the current situation without making a joke. As for what to do next after the expenditure exceeds the budget, I can only think of another way. It can be said that there is wine now.
If you are drunk today, you will be worried tomorrow, and tomorrow you will be sad.
Just when I was thinking of this, I didn't expect Fang Ling to be so considerate. After taking a look at his expression, he whispered: "I don't want you to spend a penny. You are not my guest. If you still want to pay, forget it."
"Now I have an official status and money." Zhang Ning said calmly.
Fang Ling smiled and said: "Okay, I didn't say you were short of money, otherwise you wouldn't have chosen such a good gift."
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