"Sir, go slowly!" Yanran stood up and seemed to be sending Fang Zheng out.
"Don't send me away, you're too polite, just stay here."
Yanran stomped her feet bitterly and said, "I want you to stop!"
"Ah? What do you mean?" Fang Zheng looked at her blankly, "walk slowly" should mean that I walk faster?
"Young Master is the best among all the others today. He entered the slave's boudoir, how could he leave so easily? Now that he has entered the Treasure Mountain, how can he return empty-handed?" Yan Ran had already walked up to Fang Zheng, observing him carefully with her pretty eyes.
"You feel disgusted when a man comes into your boudoir, and he excuses himself, but you don't let him go. Miss Yanran, what do you want? I'm just unlucky to be the match you proposed. Isn't that a heinous crime?"
Fang Zheng sighed helplessly.
"Young master, haven't you heard that women are fickle? Yanran is also a woman, of course she is no exception." Yanran said with a smile, the sarcastic look in her eyes was long gone, replaced by a feeling of joy, and a bit...
…gratitude?
"Since women are fickle, wouldn't you kick me out the next moment?"
"That's not necessarily the case," Yanran slowly brought her lips close to Fang Zheng's ear and whispered, "Master, do you want to stay and see a woman's fickle temperament?" After saying that, she gently blew into Fang Zheng's ear,
His breath is like orchid, his beauty is like mellow wine, and Fang Zheng is already drunk.
This woman is so good at teasing! Fang Zheng's lower body has reacted very convincingly, and his face is so hot that he can tell it is red without even looking at it.
"Huh? The young master is blushing?" Yan Ran chuckled and said, "Is this the first time that the young master has been to this place of fireworks?"
It hurts your self-esteem so much! This woman's vision is so vicious. Damn it, she was right. In his two lifetimes, this is the first time for Mr. Fang to visit a brothel.
"Well, the girl's boudoir is very nice..." This feeling was so embarrassing that I could only talk about it.
"I'm afraid the young master has never seen such a simple boudoir?"
"No, it is simple, simple but not simple. It is different from simplicity. No matter how simple a house is, if you hang a few famous calligraphy and paintings, its style will be different. It can only be said that the world is snobbish. In their eyes, elegance and vulgarity
The difference may be only the thickness of a piece of paper."
"You can imagine the state of the world and people from the layout of the room. You are indeed very smart," Yan Ran said with a smile, "In my opinion, why do you want to arrange the boudoir in this way?"
"The girl's room doesn't look like a boudoir," Fang Zheng looked at it again, "It does feel like a monk's Zen room. The girl is not very old. Could it be that she already wants to be born?"
"Young master is indeed very talented." Yanran's eyes lit up, "You are the first person to reveal the slave family's thoughts."
She said sadly: "When you enter the world, you are born. This place of fireworks and dust is like the ninth level of hell. If I don't enter, who will?"
This girl's psychology is too gloomy. She has experienced such vicissitudes at such a young age, and she may go to extremes in the future.
"What Buddhism emphasizes is practice, sowing good causes and obtaining good results. It cannot be explained simply by saying that you are born in the world. It is inappropriate for a girl to be so negative when she is in her prime."
"Not even the prophets and wise men in the world can change their destiny. Yanran is just a weak woman in a troubled world. What else can she do besides chanting Buddha's name to avoid the world and follow the crowd?" Yanran sighed quietly.
"I dare not agree with the girl's opinion. I think man can conquer nature! There are many people who are more pitiful than you, and they have never bowed their heads to fate. You have seen people who have lost both hands and feet, and still insist on biting the pen holder with their mouths.
Do you write? Have you ever seen terminally ill people smiling happier than us normal people every day? Miss Yanran, you can’t choose your origin, it’s not your fault. But if you are in jail and only know how to pity your life, then
It's your fault. Hey, my throat is smoking. Let's have some tea."
I'm so thirsty, it's easy for me. When other people go to the brothel, they cuddle up against the red and the green, hugging each other, so happy. Fang Zheng, on the other hand, stood in the girl's boudoir and talked to the red-branded courtesan, doing ideological work.
And they don’t even have to drink water. They are both human beings, so why is there such a big gap?
"Well, what?" Yanran was still slowly appreciating what Fang Zheng had just said, but she obviously couldn't keep up with Master Fang's leaping thinking.
Fang Zheng repeated patiently: "I said, I just told you so many great truths that my throat is filled with smoke. I wonder if Miss Yanran can generously reward me with a sip of water, and if you can give me another stool,
If you sit down, I will be more grateful. Thank you!"
Only then did Yanran realize that she felt a little embarrassed. She blushed and covered her mouth with a smile. She gave Fang Zheng a small look and immediately ordered tea, snacks and chairs to be brought in from outside.
After a while, several maids filed in, carrying tea in their hands, and some carrying several red sandalwood armchairs, which were placed in two rows in the middle of the room. Judging from the style and matching, these chairs must have originally been in her room.
——Most likely, Yanran ordered someone to move the chair out before, so that Fang Zheng, a talented man, could be given a blow to express her protest.
A small-minded ancient woman!
Fang Zheng glared at her fiercely and refused to be polite to her. He picked up the tea bowl and took two big sips. Yan Ran was still smiling, and from time to time there was a cunning look in her eyes as if she had succeeded in a mischief.
Next, Fang Zheng chatted happily with her, talking about everything from far and wide. It was obvious that Yanran admired Fang Zheng's experience and knowledge. From the bright look in her eyes when she looked at Fang Zheng, it could be seen that maybe Yanran
Fang Zheng was more than just admiring him - that's what time-travelers are good at. Whatever they say is summarized and tempered by generations of people for hundreds or thousands of years. Naturally, she, a young girl from ancient times, was deceived by him into nodding her head frequently and agreeing with her. Until
A hint of night wind blew by, and the red candle in the room swayed slightly. Fang Zheng suddenly realized that it was getting late and it was time to leave.
Just as he was about to say goodbye, Fang Zheng suddenly remembered something. He took out a delicate small box from his arms, handed it to Yan Ran and said, "It's our first time meeting. It's just a gift. It's not respectful. Please accept it with a smile."
Inside the box was Ru Yuzhai's rouge. Fang Zheng was very concerned about his first career, and would give a box to everyone he met to make Ru Yuzhai famous. The girls in the brothel were the focus of his plan.
It’s a potential market for development. When you visit the brothel today, of course you have to bring makeup from Ruyuzhai, so you can have both work and entertainment.
Women all like others to give them small gifts. What they like is not the gift itself, but the sudden surprise and surprise.
Yanran is obviously a woman among women. Her pretty face was filled with surprise in an instant. On the day of her departure, some people gave her gold and some gave her silver, but no man could give her such a considerate little gift.
.
Therefore, women are very easy to be satisfied. Sometimes a worthless gadget can make her happy for a long time, but women are the least easy to be satisfied. Even if you put a mountain of gold and silver in front of her, she will still not like it.
It's because I don't like it. - Men are so pitiful. Even if they spend all their energy in a lifetime, they may not be able to understand women's thoughts. They often do things that cost money and effort and are thankless. Where can men go to reason?
Yanran held the box in both hands, her eyes full of surprise: "Is this...given to me?"
Fang Zheng looked at Yanran and said affectionately: "Yes, although it is not very valuable, it is my intention... Look, the packaging of this box is so exquisite, do you see the hidden button? This hidden button
It's still wrapped in silver, it looks high-grade, and it's not afraid of falling. Open it again and look, the rouge is as red as the azaleas in spring, as brightly red as the fallen flowers in autumn, and as beautiful as desolate. Inside
It is also mixed with a little South Sea pearl powder, which can beautify and nourish the skin. The most important thing is that it is not expensive and the quantity is sufficient. A box of high-quality rose red rouge only costs ten taels of silver, but it can be used for several days.
…”
Yanran originally listened with a smile on her face as Fang Zheng introduced the gift to her, but then the more she listened, the less pleasant it became. This scene... didn't look like a gift.
Seeing that Young Master Fang was still talking endlessly, Yanran couldn't help but interrupt: "Young Master Fang,... Young Master Fang! Is this Rouge really... given to me?"
"Ah?" Fang Zheng was stunned and said quickly: "Of course, of course it's for you."
Then Fang Zheng scratched his head in embarrassment and said: "It's mainly for you. It would be even better if you could help promote my Ruyuzhai by the way..."
"…………"
Yan Ran was so angry in her heart, why is this man like this? She thought he was so kind, and they worked together for a long time to do business. This man is really strange, saying that he is full of copper odor, but he can still face the man who has troubled countless people
The couplet of the talented man said that he was talented, but now he behaved like a black-hearted businessman with a philistine face. What kind of person is he...?
After calming down, Yanran said with a smile but not a smile: "Mr. Fang, your gift is not sincere."
Fang Zheng hurriedly said: "If you are sincere, of course you are sincere. What about me eight and you two? Seven or three can also be negotiated. Dividends will be paid at the end of the month and will never be in arrears..."
Yanran rolled her eyes secretly, who told him this? Why is this guy so out of tune?
"Mr. Fang, the slave family has accepted the Dongxi family. As for what you said about 'promoting propaganda', the slave family did not hear it. I think you gave it to the slave family sincerely, hehe." Yanran smiled like a flower.
"Ah?" Fang Zheng felt a little distressed, but he had to nod because of his face, "Okay, okay, I'm giving this to you sincerely. I won't say anything else, haha."
Didn’t women in ancient times know that it was bad behavior to accept gifts without doing anything?
Seeing that it was getting late, Fang Zheng stood up and said goodbye.
Yanran sent him to the door, and suddenly smiled behind Fang Zheng and said: "Master, walk slowly, I think we will meet soon."
Fang Zheng didn't think carefully whether her "walk slowly" was to send him off or to tell him to stop. He said goodbye to Yanran politely and walked into the hall. With his back to Yanran, he didn't notice at all that Yanran's lingering and hot face
Her eyes followed his figure until it disappeared.
Thinking of his philistine face when selling rouge, Yan Ran couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. The red candle in the room jumped and formed two side-by-side lanterns...
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