Peach concubine

When we set off to go back, the sky had already begun to darken.

As soon as the sun set, the temperature also dropped, and my hands were exposed, already stiff from the cold of the early spring night.Jian Ruolin was only wearing a thin spring shirt when she went out, and it was covered with some drizzle and mist. She wore the slightly damp clothes, and when the wind blew over her, she shivered faintly.

There was a rustle around him, but after a while, Xiao Jingmo's outer robe was involuntarily covered.

Seeing Jian Ruolin habitually frowning and showing a resisting expression, Xiao Jingmo secretly gritted his teeth, preemptively buckled the robe around his body, and then said with a bit of viciousness: "I don't know how you can live so long It's so big, it looks like a gust of wind can blow it down. Don't talk...don't be awkward, it's so cold, and you're still so stubborn." This tone was like a lesson to a disobedient little lover.

That's right, Xiao Jingmo has consciously regarded him as a lover from the very beginning.

While Jian Ruolin was stupefied by him, Xiao Jingmo took the opportunity to carefully and closely examine the delicate face of the beautiful woman in front of him.He always watched from afar, but this time he took the opportunity of helping him put on his coat to get so close. His eyes were like stars and brows, and his pupils were as black as ink, but now it seems But it has a bright amber color.It is moist and moist, containing a stream of moisture, like a pool of spring water. When you look at it, the inexplicable emotion in your eyes is gently rippling.

Xiao Jingmo couldn't describe the feeling now, his throat tightened up and down, and his eyes were fixed on those two pink lips, as if he wanted to suck him in.

He saw Jian Ruolin's red lips move, and he called out suspiciously: "Young Master Xiao?"

One by one, Xiao Jingmo looked at it to himself, and sighed in his heart, a peerless beauty with red lips and white teeth, she must be like this.Grinning, he suddenly lowered his voice, said softly, but softly, with a power to seduce people, "Call me Jing Mo."

Jian Ruolin stared at him with wide eyes, her brows seemed angry, but under the twilight, there was a kind of radiant dewiness.

I really want to bow my head and kiss those pale red lips, bite them hard, and taste the sweetness... But it's a pity that at the end of the alley, a man with an oiled paper umbrella under his arm slowly appeared in sight.

The current Patriarch of Liufang Pavilion, Jian's eldest son who is very protective of the calf, Jian Ruoyan.

He is obviously a brother of the same mother, with similar facial features and similar temperament, but why does the younger brother give people the impression of being gentle and elegant like a scholar, while the elder brother makes people unable to look at him directly, the sharp eyes hidden under the gentle appearance, hidden in the The resolute and courageous style under the elegant style is completely different from the tenderness and softness that Jian Ruolin seems to have cultivated in a greenhouse.

Xiao Jingmo could only retreat with regret, and the rare close contact with Jian Ruolin was also unwillingly interrupted.

Jian Ruoxi first smiled and nodded at Xiao Jingmo politely, then stretched out her hand to pull Jian Ruolin, patted his head, and said in a fatherly tone: "Why did you come back, and I have an appointment with Miss Chanjuan tonight?" She grinds the incense, but I waited and waited and couldn't wait for you, seeing that it was going to rain again... I stayed so late and didn't wear more clothes, what should I do if I catch a cold."

"Oh, I met Young Master Xiao on the road, chatted for a while, and forgot the time. I made my elder brother worry." Jian Ruolin felt very sorry, and was caught by her elder brother here walking with Xiao Jingmo, although it was actually nothing However, he felt a little guilty.

He was covered with the robe that Xiao Jingmo had just put on, so the coat that Jian Ruolin specially brought suddenly seemed slightly awkward.Her gaze only paused for a moment on the robe that belonged to someone else, and Jian Ruoxi reached out to take it off, put on the coat she brought, and then turned to look at Xiao Jingmo who was standing on the side.

"Thank you Brother Xiao for sending my younger brother back. My younger brother is so old that he doesn't know how to take care of himself. I made Brother Xiao laugh at you." He exchanged polite greetings, alienated and refused, but it was just right, without showing any signs of expression: "I'm free some other day. Brother Xiao might as well come to the humble house to sit a few more times."

Xiao Jingmo responded with "definitely", "definitely" with a smile, looked at Jian Ruolin who was shrinking, and said goodbye again.

When he was far away, Jian Ruoxi and her younger brother walked side by side, the dusk was getting darker, and the expressions on their faces could not be seen clearly.

After walking for a while, Jian Ruoxi asked hesitantly, "Are you and Mr. Xiao very close?"

Jian Ruolin was flustered for a while when she was asked, it was obviously nothing, but when she thought of the man's frivolous behavior and ambiguous words, she felt that there was something really going on.The blood under his forehead was throbbing, causing a headache. He raised his head and saw his elder brother looking at him, and quickly replied: "It's nothing, I just met by chance and chatted casually."

Jian Ruoxi's eagle-like eyes shot out a sharp and compelling light, as if she wanted to see through Jian Ruolin.After a while, I heard him say casually: "That's good. That Mr. Xiao, who behaves pervertedly and speaks extraordinary, what is his origin, even the eldest brother can't tell. A person like him is either rich or noble, and he walks away quickly." It's too close, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to retreat in the end."

The elder brother's worries were not unreasonable, so Jian Ruolin listened quietly, and after listening, she obediently responded: "I see."

Jian Ruoxi sighed: "You're too old, I shouldn't be nagging about these things, maybe I'm worrying too much, Mr. Ruo Lin still knows how to control himself." Laughing self-deprecatingly, continued , "Let's not talk about this, go back and have a meal and take a bath. I have an appointment with Miss Chanjuan tonight, and it will be too late if you drag it on."

Jian Ruolin nodded and walked forward, but her eyes were blank, a little absent-minded.

A little later, the sky was completely dark, and the crescent moon was like a hook, flying obliquely into the corner of the eaves.

When Jian Ruolin was led into Hongxiufang from the back door, she looked up at the dark red lanterns hanging on both sides of the short door, and felt that the red color was reflected by the dim yellow lights, giving off a sense of sadness and treachery for no reason.

──The color of the dried blood seems to indicate some kind of ominous ending.

Not knowing why she had such a terrible thought, Jian Ruolin shook her head, frowned, and followed the boy who led the way.

Jian Ruolin has always insisted that every woman has an innate unique charm, so the use of incense and powder should not follow the trend, but should follow its own characteristics, finely grind and prepare a unique fragrance. Exclusive spices, this is the ultimate goal and the highest state of incense making.

Therefore, every year in Liufang Pavilion, there are also many people who spare no expense to ask Jian Ruolin to go over the house and mix the fragrance by themselves.

Miss Chanjuan in the Red Sleeve Workshop is the guest who reserved the self-made fragrance powder more than half a year ago. She made an appointment a few days ago, and Jian Ruolin will come to the door in person tonight. To facilitate the work of grinding incense afterwards.

As soon as I approached the door, I heard a sad pleading voice from inside: "Mom, Chanjuan has helped the workshop earn a lot of money these years, and now she only asks her to let me live, but she refuses?"

The door of the room was ajar, Jian Ruolin didn't know the cause and effect yet, but hesitated for a moment, pushed the door open and stepped in with one foot.

The table in the inner room was covered with piles of luxurious jewels, and there were quite a few stacks of silver bills on top, all picked up by a pair of slender and jade-like hands, and pushed in front of the woman sitting opposite.

"I've left all the money I've had over the years to my mother, isn't that enough?"

Miss Chanjuan, the newly headed oiran of Hongxiufang, a delicate and stunning beauty who is loved by thousands of people.On weekdays, when I watched her play the piano on the stage, I would always put a pink flower print on her forehead, and clusters of purple cloud patterns on the brocade dress made her look like a fairy in the clouds and under the moon. I don’t know How many benefactors' hearts have been broken.

Now, the woman only wears a plain dress, no makeup is applied on her face, a few traces of haggardness that cannot be concealed, mixed with a little anxiety and despair, making that lively and charming face look more pitiful to me.

It's a pity that sitting across from her is the madam who raised her since she was a child, and she is not a guest who easily indulges in beauty and gets carried away.

"I said, Chanjuan, I watched you grow up. When you were seven years old, you came to my Red Sleeve Workshop. Over the years, I have asked my master to teach you how to play the piano and music, poetry and songs, but I have been a little bit harsh on you. How much thought have I spent on you, and now I just want to leave just for the sake of Mr. Fu, how can there be such a cheap thing in the world?"

"Mom..." The distressed woman's voice was inevitably filled with tears, and her pleading was even more serious.

"I've been in this business for a long time. Haven't you figured it out yet? In the court of love and moon, you can't show your sincerity. That Mr. Fu is a man with a family and a business. I didn't say that you are like this." Can I really live a good life if I follow her as her identity?" Questioning one after another, mercilessly analyzing the pros and cons, it seems that she has made up her mind to let Chanjuan die.The bustard seemed to be sipping the tea in the cup leisurely, and sentenced Chanjuan to death coldly: "Don't make any further plans. Without my consent, even if you leave this door, you are only a fugitive slave."

The ranks of court and middle class are quite clear, although the difference between nobles and untouchables is not overemphasized, but the prostitutes who sell laughter in the brothel Chuguan are still subordinate to the lower class of slavery.Unless you redeem your body and get back the contract of sale, even if you escape, you will be treated as a fugitive slave, and you will never have a peaceful life wherever you go.

It was precisely this that Chanjuan considered, so she blocked her wealth and property to discuss with the madam, even if she was alone, as long as she could get rid of her humble status, it would be fine.

But the bustard poured cold water down one after another mercilessly, which made Chanjuan understand a truth. She was a red card oiran who had been trained with great effort, and she was a well-deserved golden job in Hongxiufang. The bustard hadn't earned enough money from her. If there is enough profit, how can he let her go so easily.

Desperate in her heart, she finally smiled sadly: "Since mother refuses, Chanjuan can only return all this craftsmanship to mother."

Jian Ruolin stood blankly at the door for a long while, sighing secretly that he had come at the wrong time, but the scene was too grim, he had already stepped into the door with one foot, and he was either advancing or retreating.After hesitating for a while, I finally heard the cold words in the woman's voice, mixed with deep despair and sadness.

As soon as the uneasiness in my heart came up, I saw a determined look on the woman's face, she reached out and grabbed the hot teapot on the table, and poured all the boiling water on her hands.

The little boy who led the way outside the room exclaimed, only to see a string of frightening red bubbles appearing on the white wrist like a bright moon.

Chanjuan's face turned pale, but she stood stubbornly, her right wrist was burned to the point of ulceration, and she couldn't stop shaking violently.

The madam stared at her in astonishment for a long while, and finally accepted the reality in front of her. She had painstakingly cultivated a pair of dexterous hands for many years, leading the zither, playing the qin, playing and singing, which was unmatched by anyone. up!Gritting her teeth, she couldn't hold back after all, and threw the teacup in her hand on the ground viciously, breaking it into thousands of pieces.An angry and sharp voice sounded, and the madam pointed at the woman with one big hand in front of her, and said in a trembling voice, "Okay, you did it hard enough! I will fulfill you today, and I only hope that you will not regret it in the future! Get out of here now!" , Get out of my Red Sleeve Square!!"

She was out of breath, but the woman she pointed at smiled sweetly, the burns on her hands were shocking and twisted into pieces.

Kowtowing twice to the madam who raised her, she got up and said: "Chanjuan thanked mother." She turned around and left without looking back, as if she didn't miss her anymore.When they got to the door, they seemed to find Jian Ruolin standing there, paused, and said apologetically, "Chanjuan is self-willed, but she told Mr. Jian to make a futile trip, so I am apologizing here." Walking sideways, the raised waist and chest all showed the pride and stubbornness of this woman.

Jian Ruolin looked back at Chanjuan's staggered disappearing steps, finally she was still worried, thought about it, and chased after her.

The beauty's current situation can be described as a mess, she walked out of the Red Sleeve Square where she had been bound for half her life with her chest up and her head held high, feeling very proud and satisfied.But walking a few feet along the alley, the thin plain clothes couldn't stand the night wind at all, and the wound on his hand was also beeping and popping in pain.Even being cut a few times alive by a knife is not as painful as a little burn.

Jian Ruolin's slender body blocked her eyes, and the black shadow dragged a long distance on the ground.

"Master Jian?" Chanjuan raised her head, smiling bleakly, but with an indescribable joy.

Jian Ruolin took her to the medical center, and the old doctor welcomed the two of them in. With his old eyes dazed, he carefully cleaned and treated the terrible burn on his wrist, and applied medicine to bandage it.

Chanjuan huddled on the simple couch in the corner of the room, brushing her messy temples.

"He is really a good man." When the old doctor went into the back room to pick up medicine, Chanjuan said slowly: "It's the first time he came to Hongxiufang, and he looked timid. I saw that he had never been in that kind of place. A place. Later, a group of people pushed me into the room, and he saw me sitting behind the piano case, and his face turned red from nervousness. I thought it was so funny."

"After that, he came again, and every time he just listened to me playing the piano honestly, he never moved like other guests. He always praised me, but when he asked him what was good, he couldn't answer. I said he was perfunctory. Me, he got anxious and kept explaining to me. It’s really funny, I’m a geisha who sells laughter, and he’s a customer who buys laughter, why should he explain to me?”

"The first time he gave me something was a red hairpin. When he put it on for me, he said it was beautiful." As Chanjuan said this, she reached out to touch the faded plain red hairpin on her temples: "Fool, the red hairpin in the Red Sleeve Square No matter how good or delicate the headdress hairpins are, there are dozens of them, who would really care about such things."

"So what if I'm self-willed, I want to be with him, in a dignified way."

"Aren't you afraid you'll regret it later?" Jian Ruolin asked with a frown.

"I'm afraid I regret not doing what I wanted to do today."

"But, that Mr. Fu treats you with the same kind of heart?" If it's really like what your mother said, if you act on every occasion, then how can you be so embarrassing if you act willfully and foolishly and make mistakes?It's secretive, but Jian Ruolin's unspoken meaning is tacit.

"When you love someone, how can you think so much about it. It's not a business. I ask for as much in return as I give." Chanjuan is a woman, but when it comes to pride and stubbornness, she has the power not to lose to a man: "I just need to follow my heart, do what I want to do, and not let myself regret it. As for whether he treats me normally... I have no regrets anyway."

"Life is alive, if you don't gamble or take this step, how will you know what the final result will be?"

The last questioning was too sharp, Jian Ruolin didn't speak any more.

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The text of this chapter feels a bit procrastinated, so cumbersome.crazy ing