Datang: Li Shimin begged me to rebel

Inside the washing bucket are the clothes of the girls in the hook bar. These clothes used to be worn on her body, but now she is wearing rough linen clothes, and her once delicate hands are also damaged due to long-term work. Some calluses and rips.

When she arrived at the laundry place, she chose a suitable location. There were brothels and Goulan around here, and the seven or eight women who worked here were also women who used to be brothels and Goulan.

It's just that they don't really want to communicate with other people, and over the years, everyone is used to doing their own things silently.

What can we say about communication?Could it be possible to talk about the past?

"Bang" and "bang" sounded continuously, and several women of different ages, but the youngest were in their 30s and close to 40 years old, knocked on the wood in their hands with wood one after another.

It's just that no one noticed behind them. At some point, a woman sat on the river bank not far from them. Soon, soft guitar sounds suddenly sounded.

However, the sudden sound of musical instruments did not stop any of these women from stopping their movements. They were like robots, constantly tapping on the clothes in their hands.

There are brothels around here, which women can't play the piano, they don't know how many times they listen to it every day.

But, at some point, a soft female voice sang beside her.

"Because I dreamed that you left."

"I woke up crying."

"Look at the night wind blowing over the window sill, can you feel my love..." The soft female voice came into the ears of the few of them, and the straightforward singing made their movements somewhat pause, but it was only a pause .

They all know that this is a song invented by His Highness the King of Qin. Before that, Princess Baling once sang "A Laugh in the Sea".That was written by His Highness, and after His Highness invented similar songs, many people wrote many similar songs.

After all, if His Highness likes it, then if everyone can make a song that His Highness likes, they may also be appreciated by His Highness.

It's just that people didn't know that His Highness liked similar songs before. As long as they knew that His Highness liked it, the rest of the matter would be much easier.It's not hard for those composition masters to make some.

It's just that when the next line was sung, the movements of these women's hands involuntarily slowed down.

"Will you still be by my side when I get old? Look at those oaths and lies, slowly drifting away with the past..."

There are more vicissitudes and sentiments in the soft female voice.

If these few lines of singing made them slow down the movements of their hands, and their ears could not help but focus on the singing, the next line of lyrics made all of them break their defenses.

"How many people have admired your youthful appearance."

"You know who is willing to bear the ruthless changes of the years?"

"How many people have come and returned in your life."

"Can someone keep the oath by your side?"

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The four short lines of the lyrics completely stopped the movements in Qing Ling's hands. When the female voice began to repeat the previous lyrics again, Qing Ling realized that drops of water fell in front of her at some point. above the clothes.

And that... were her tears.

I don't know when, she has already burst into tears.

"Wuuuuuuuuu..." A younger woman next to her had already wrapped her hands around her knees, buried her face in her knees, and cried out bitterly, suppressing her voice.

Qingling held back her tears, and directly picked up the laundry tool in her hand again, and began to knock on the clothes in her hand with a "boom" and "boom".

Even though the tears in her eyes had already blurred her eyes, she couldn't see what she was doing at all.

But she still gritted her teeth and continued to do the work in her hands. The singing seemed to be gradually fading away, but those few lyrics were always echoing in her mind.

The few people who did the laundry here were almost in tears, and their personal states were different, but they all broke their defenses.

Qingling's tears gradually faded away, and the singing had already faded away. She raised her head and glanced, not knowing who was singing.But she could tell that the girl was at most 20 years old. To be able to sing such emotions at this age must have some experience.

And similarly, the tone of the instrument she used should be the guitar invented by His Highness. The name is a bit weird. I don't know why it is called this, but it was given by His Highness, and everyone calls it this.

This musical instrument is one in every brothel, and it must be learned.It is not difficult to learn, at least it is much simpler than Pipa.

Qingling shook her head, not knowing what she was thinking about, these things had already left her life.

After silently washing and tidying up the things, Qingling started to walk back.

After returning to Goulan, after drying all these clothes, the shopkeeper of Goulan came over, "Qingling."

This title made her feel a bit dazed. She hadn't heard this title for a long time. After working here for so many years, she was often called around. The person in charge of managing them didn't even have a title. Not anymore.

"The treasurer."

"You go to the courtyard at the back to gather, there is something to do." The shopkeeper left after saying a word.

Qingling was stunned for a moment, but she still packed her things silently and walked to the back yard.

When she came over, Qingling was stunned for a moment, because she saw several sisters like her also walking in this direction.

After arriving at the side courtyard, Qingling found that more than 20 people had gathered here, all of whom were similar to her.

Seeing these people, Qingling had a bad feeling, could it be that they were going to be fired?Otherwise, why would they all gather together, and there are more people here.

When more than 30 former sisters gathered here, Qingling felt an unspeakable pain in her heart. On weekdays, everyone could not see each other, and most of them were busy with their own affairs. When I see you, at most I just smile and say hello.

There are only two or three people who can chat together.

Seeing these ex-sisters now, Qingling was somewhat in a daze, as if she had returned to their youthful days, when it was really a scene of all kinds of laughter.

Now, almost all of them have white hair on their heads, and the oldest one is almost sixty years old. Her body is a little bent, her waist can't stand straight anymore, and her hair is almost completely white.

Rough skin, wrinkled face, maybe this is what she will look like many years later.

Just as everyone was looking around, wanting to ask what they were doing, the door of the side courtyard next to them opened, and a young and beautiful figure walked into the small courtyard.