Courtesan

Although Wen Niang doesn't like drinking, when there are guests, she will make preparations early and warm a few jugs of wine for people.The movements of her hands are light, and the slender fingers are up and down, which makes people dazzled. If it weren't for the expression on her face, Xie Boshu almost thought that Wen Niang was just like the woman next to her. Play tricks on him.

Inexplicably, he thought that this was really possible, and he felt extremely irritable and uncomfortable in his heart.Until Wen Niang raised her head and looked straight at him, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, as if Xiao Hua was stunned by him.

"Ahem, just call the girl Wen Niang?" He embarrassedly coughed to cover up his inner embarrassment and embarrassment, asked such a stupid question for no reason, and as soon as he finished speaking, he regretted wanting to beat his own chest Head melon seeds.

Wen Niang smiled again, not sweetly, but still lightly.But Xie Boshu imprinted this smile into his mind. "Thank you, why did you want to go down the mountain today?"

Xie Boshu liked the rising syllables of Wen Niang's enunciation very much. When he said thank you, he obviously didn't add any other emotional changes, but he somehow heard the hint of coquettishness in it.However, his addiction is only for a moment, and more often, he can always pinch his fingertips to restore clarity to his temples and restore himself to reason.

"Always keep the brothers on the mountain, people's hearts will still be scattered, it's better for me to come down with them." Xie Boshu replied lightly, while taking a glass of wine from Wen Niang.When he was alone later, he would always think of the scene of "she handed it and he took it". At the same time, he would also think that even if it was poisoned wine that Wen Niang handed over, he might be happy with it.

Wen Niang is well aware of the current situation in Ruxian County, she has been suppressing bandits every year, and this year is also the most aggressive attack by the government, because of old acquaintances, and because she still has to talk about family matters when picking up guests, Wen Niang reminded casually : "The mountain has not been peaceful recently, thank you, you still have to be careful."

One of Wen Niang's guests was the young master of Xie Boshu's charter house. At that time, Xie Ye didn't say anything about it. He just followed the master's young master to Xiaoshan Parrot.The young master of the master's house is an ordinary romantic talent. He neither stays nor indulges in the place of fireworks.On the contrary, this made Wen Niang, who was always being praised, feel fresh, but after the master's family moved away, Wen Niang and this ordinary romantic young master still had several correspondences.

Fate in life is actually wonderful, some people prefer it, while others think it is normal.Perhaps this kind of relationship can make Wen Niang feel equal and free.Talking about love in a brothel always makes people sour.There is no such thing as love and love, but in the world, mortals are the most annoying, and they can't figure out the minds of this world endlessly until death.

At that time, Xie Boshu could only look at Wen Niang from a distance, his heart was touched by the glass of water politely handed over, and then he indulged in it, not caring whether the song was composed for him or chanted for him.In the eyes and heart of Master Xie today, Wen Niang is the most comfortable existence in the world, and he hopes that this person who is like the moon and water can belong to him completely.But the growing vanity is unwilling to let this conceited and inferior person admit that he is deeply in love with a famous prostitute like Jiang.

So he was annoyed and unwilling to show up.

"I didn't expect Wen Niang, a woman, to care about the survival of us reckless men."

Wen Niang smiled, took off the hairpin and bun, and leaned quietly by the bed, as if deliberately waiting for Xie Boshu to come.Xie Boshu drank the wine in the jug and ran straight.

"Am I better or the master's young master is better?"

"He is no longer your young master."

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