Courtesan

When Wen Niang stepped across the threshold and left, she looked back at Wei Lian in a daze. If what happened to Xia Jue made her think that Mr. Wei was just a master who bullied others, now her disgust was more because she felt that this man was not in the slightest. Without a clear understanding of himself, everything is pretending to be fierce.

When she got into the sedan chair, she suddenly remembered that person named Xia Jue.Why did he give Xia Jue a high look?Is it because he looks like an old friend?When this answer appeared in Wen Niang's mind, she couldn't believe it. She sat alone in the dim and dim sedan chair, shaking her head silently, restraining herself with the last bit of clarity left, telling herself not to go Think about the past, and don't miss the old people.

On the other side of the small mountain parrot, the night was getting darker and darker. Yun Niang had just seen off a guest, and she anxiously held the door frame and stretched her neck to look at the road.He wondered why Wen Niang hadn't come back yet.Dong Niang, who was a little drunk, looked very happy today, looked at Yun Niang who was eager to return to the king, and teased: "Yun Niang, are you waiting for the little lover to pick you up? What's the matter, don't you have any appetite today?"

Yunniang looked at Dong Niang who couldn't even figure out where she was, and was even more angry. She clearly promised to borrow Wen Niang back in advance, but now she herself is so drunk, which makes her not Are you worried, so she replied angrily: "I'm waiting for Wen Niang, and someone won't pick her up. After Wen Niang is really abducted again, I think you can still laugh?" After finishing speaking , playing back to the room with a handkerchief, but when she left, she helped Dong Niang who was already crumbling.

Dong Niang muttered "cut", but she didn't quite understand where Yunniang's anger came from.Turning around, she changed into a smiling face again, greeting her regular customers with a sweet smile, chatting and laughing in the hall, not very happy.

Wen Niang came back quickly, and there was no delay on the way.After entering the small mountain parrot, I saw Dong Niang with bright red cheeks, sitting lightly on the table, with one leg propped up and the other propped up, with her head raised, holding a white jade jug and pouring water into her mouth.

Dong Niang held Lao Gao in her hand, revealing her innocent white arms, and a lamp hung above her head, making her skin as creamy and dazzlingly white.Dong Niang is half-old, but her charm still exists.

Dong Niang is beautiful and bright, this point has not changed even now.Only the proprietress who babbles like a child all day long can be truly considered the top brand name. Oftentimes, when Wen Niang does not have to receive guests, she will lean against the door, looking down on all living beings, and greet people in the hall on the first floor. Dong Niang, who comes and goes.

Dong Niang seldom has a red face, nor is she as unkind as Wen Niang, nor is she as coquettish as Yun Niang.On the contrary, she is the most normal and the most suitable type of person to survive in a place like a brothel.When she was young, she was beautiful but not hypocritical, clever but not narrow-minded.

Being a famous ji also requires skill.Those who rely on the skills in the house are inferior, those who rely on their faces and figures to get high are only middle-class, and those who rely on everything to stand tall are the best.Dong Niang is such a person: when she was young, she was willing to give up, but at another stage, she let go of the unsuitable and picked up the upcoming one, and her movements were smooth and smooth. She was born to eat this bowl of food.

Whether some people can be popular depends not only on their fate, but also on whether they are willing to work hard to climb the ladder.Being like a vine does not mean not being independent or working hard.

Yun Niang heard the movement in the room, and didn't bother to fix her hair, so she ran out the door and saw Wen Niang returned to the small mountain parrot safe and sound, her unspeakable sadness suddenly seemed to be neutralized, as if swallowed. A tasteless candy, but full of joy.

Wen Niang is a smart person, seeing through Yun Niang's anxiety and joy, she suddenly opened her hands unconsciously, gesturing for a hug.

Yun Niang was stunned, but after only a moment of hesitation, she slipped into Wen Niang's arms.

That was what she dreamed of.