embroidery

When the setting sun slanted in from the west window, the manager came to chase people away. Seeing that the private room door was still closed, he asked the servant in a low voice, "Is there any guest inside?"

The servant answered "Yes", but was asked again, "Is there any trouble?"

The servant answered truthfully, "No. Since lunch at noon, the guests came one after another, and they all came out with smiles on their faces."

After hearing this, the manager raised his eyebrows high, "How many guests did you pick up?"

"About...a stick of incense, one, about six or seven, right?"

"They're all, they're all smiling? Joyful?"

The servant was nodding his head when the door of the private room opened, and an old man with a fat head and big ears who looked rich came out. There were three lovely people around him, and the two collided. shoulder, "Your brothel yard has always been good at playing, yes, this time you got such a lovable guy."

"As long as you're happy! As long as you're happy!" The manager kept laughing, watched the old man go away, turned around and entered the private room, closing the door with his backhand, and saw the pleasing guy patting his chest and eyes If you think about it, you will know that there are a lot of bank notes hidden in it.

"Pleasant guy? How are you pleasing?"

Qingmo raised her head and drank a cup of tea, her whole body trembling with excitement, "It's the first time I think money is so easy to earn."

The manager snorted, "Using my room on my site to earn money from my guests, do you think I should charge some interest?"

Qing Mo was taken aback, and hurriedly covered his chest, "I feel uncomfortable after sticking my skin on for a long time, I'm going back to the small courtyard."

"Are you coming tomorrow?" the manager asked.

Qingmo randomly swept all the books into the cloth pocket, stood up, picked up the long hanging tent and ran away without looking back, "Let's talk tomorrow!"

The edge of the mask was a little itchy, and Qingmo trotted back to the small courtyard. Du Liu'er had been a "husband watcher" at the door for a whole day, and finally looked at the master back. Half of his face was surrounded, he was terrified, he hurriedly opened the fence door, "Master, have you been beaten?"

"I hope I'm well." Qing Mo laughed, and couldn't help scratching her forehead and neck, "Get me a basin of water first."

Putting on a sack and comparing it, the moon pattern clothes are as light as moonlight. She rubbed her face lightly with water, moistened the skin and carefully peeled it off, and then sighed comfortably, "It's not buried alive, it's better than buried alive." Buried alive."

Du Liuer was afraid from the side, "Is everything going well today?"

Thinking about the six banknotes, Qingmo was overjoyed, "It's okay, it's just a waste of brain, in fact, I'm more like..."

Du Liu'er waited, and asked, "Your Majesty...?"

"It's okay." Qing Mo waved his hand, "I've made you worry all day, it's hard work, you go down, I don't need you tonight."

It was still early, and the sky was still gray-blue.

Seeing the little servant happily retreating, Qingmo's mind was a little fluttering.When he was still serving as a servant in the Tao Mansion, he would spend most of the day on the beds piled up in pots covered with clothes. He had to cook a lunch on the way, and his hands and arms were shaking. After lunch, everyone rested. He and Aunt Zhou were drying clothes in the yard, and it was only at this time during the day that they could exchange a few words with others. Aunt Zhou knew what he cared about, and would tell in detail everything she saw about Tao Cheng.

"In the morning, the two young masters danced swords and had a competition. Who do you think won?"

Qing Mo didn't even think about it, "Young Master."

"The young master is two years younger than you, but today he seems to have grown a little taller, so you should eat more."

Happily growing taller than herself, Qingmo said with a shallow smile, "It's time to eat more."

"Today the young master is wearing a blue suit, and his girdle has been changed into a blue and white one, with a dagger pinned in between."

Qingmo has already depicted a landscape in his head.

"But it's not a short sword. When he took it out and held it in his hand, he opened it with a bang, and it turned out to be a fan holding an ink painting."

Qing Mo lowered her eyes, really wanting to see it with her own eyes.

So that night, Qingmo remembered very clearly, he stole the time of the night, after finishing the dishes after dinner, he took the only piece of embroidery that he embroidered a few days ago, one is fine, it is better than nothing, Then went to the street.

Selling embroidery was for a reason, he wanted to meet Tao Cheng very much, he kept praying to the high moon, hoping that the person he wanted could walk through this long street, and let him sneak a few glances.

Good things come in pairs, not only met Tao Cheng, but also sold embroidery.

It's obviously a bitter past, but it's actually a bit sweet when I recall it now.

Qingmo gathered her thoughts back, put the six bank notes carefully into the skirt of her clothes, and re-arranged her messy hair.

"Am I really good-looking?" He murmured to the bronze mirror, then suddenly smiled again, "It doesn't matter if he likes it or not."

There are a few wild ducks floating on the river, no bigger than the ones in the lake behind the brothel, maybe the food is not good.

Qingmo has been here for a while, and he walked along the river for a long time, only here is a huge stone, it should be the place of meeting, right now, he is sitting on the green grass with his back against the stone, The cool night wind blew him drowsy.

"If you come later, you can hear me talking in my sleep."

The sound of horseshoes stopped nearby, and Qingmo looked up lazily, watching Tao Cheng get off the horse, holding a bag of toon chicken in his hand.

Hey, I just said I forgot something, it turned out that I was still hungry.

Tao Cheng knelt down, watched Qingmo's eyes sticking to the toon chicken without blinking, and said with a smile, "Well, I heard you crying and begging for food in your dreams, didn't you?"

Qingmo swallowed, "Is it okay?" He stretched out his arms again, as if begging for food, and pulled Tao Cheng to sit beside him, "You didn't eat dinner?"

"Come here after taking a few mouthfuls." Tao Cheng handed the lotus leaf bag to Qingmo, and said, "How is today?"

Qing Mo paused, "You also know that if you open your mouth, your mouth will get tired."

Tao Cheng smiled, "Come here, let me comfort you."

The scheming succeeded, Qingmo twisted her body and was rubbed into her arms, the satisfaction of the kiss overflowed.

A toon chicken roasted is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a layer of sauce brushed on the oily skin. There are sesame seeds fried in boiling oil with peppercorns, and the sweetness and fragrance of melting rock sugar. The two of them tore and ate with bare hands. It just satisfies the appetite and is not too fatty.

After eating, I went to the river to wash my hands, Qingmo brushed the cool running water, thinking, it must be too happy.

He tilted his head to look at Tao Cheng, the corners of his lips curled up, "Tao Cheng, do you know that once, I only took one piece of embroidery and went to the street to sell it?"

Tao Cheng said, "I know." He took Qing Mo's hand again, and rubbed his palm and fingers carefully.

"Sure enough, you ordered someone to buy it."

"I just asked someone to buy it. I don't remember if it's a man or a woman."

Qingmo still remembered, "It's a little girl."

The little girl gave him a broken piece of silver, and Qingmo told her, "I can't find it." But the little girl took the embroidery away, "Then don't look for it, it happens to be two less embroidered, which is a waste of eyes."

I don't know if Tao Cheng asked her to say this, Qingmo saw Tao Cheng lifted up the hem of his clothes to wipe his hands, and felt that it was important to ask or not?

Two days ago, Tao Cheng clearly confessed to him, "No more embroidery."

Qingmo was reluctant, "Earn some coins."

Tao Cheng stroked the end of his eyebrows, "Embroidery is too much for your eyes, you still need to save your eyes to see me."

After seeing it for more than ten years, Qing Mo couldn't refute it.

The two stood up, Qingmo held Tao Cheng's hand and did not let go, "That day, you were wearing a blue dress and holding a fan, and you had an outstanding demeanor."

Tao Cheng looked at him with a smile in his eyes, Qing Mo was a little embarrassed, "Then... today I... cheated, or persuaded a person to dress like this, and went to meet the girl at home who promised him a kiss."

Tao Cheng laughed, "Who is it?"

"You know him, Mr. Li San."

Tao Cheng laughed out loud, Qing Mo licked his lips, and said eccentrically, "I'm afraid he will fail, he won't be able to wear his aura."

Tao Cheng rubbed Mo lightly, "Come here."

Qingmo didn't know, so he followed Tao Cheng to the side of the horse and watched him take out a small iron pot from the back saddle. Silver sharp hooks.

Qing Mo was even more confused, "What are you going to do?"

"Fishing." Tao Cheng smirked, "The pot is filled with soil, and the soil is full of earthworms."

Qing Mo's hands trembled, his scalp exploded, he looked down at the pot falling to his feet, and immediately jumped two steps away, "Don't scare me!"

"Xiaodaner, it's okay if I didn't tell you."

Qing Mo held back and cursed, "Bastard!"

The two sat cross-legged on the wide stone by the river to fish, holding a fishing rod made of branches that Tao Cheng had found. Before hanging the bait, Tao Cheng wanted Qing Mo to take a look at the densely packed earthworms in the pot, and Qing Mo hid behind the boulder Deal with him, kill him without watching.

The ducks have already returned to their nests, and the moonlight and starry sky are reflected on the river.

Qing Mo opened his mouth first to break the silence, his voice was low, but he couldn't hide his excitement, "I have six bank notes in my skirt, with a total of 450 silver dollars. I made money today. Your rich family really use silver as coins."

Tao Cheng smiled at him, and moved closer to him, "How much did Li San give you?"

Qingmo talked like pouring beans back and forth, and then sighed, "The few guests who came later made me feel that I was not a fortune-teller, but more like an excuse for them to come to me for fortune-telling. Vent your grievances or knots in your heart."

Tao Cheng said slowly, "When you come to the brothel, you can vent your body."

Qing Mo answered, "I just vent my emotions."

"A master, with a lovely man in his arms, asked me if I could marry his deceased wife again in the next life."

"Brother son, anyway, there is no one who comes in without being accompanied by Keren. He wants me to figure out whether he can surpass his elder brother in the future, and what preparations he needs to make now."

Qingmo tilted her head and leaned on Tao Cheng's shoulder, "They don't care about how I do the calculations at all. Most of the time they are complaining about their bitterness or reminiscing about the past. I will ask a few questions from time to time, and finally use fortune-telling words to encourage them and comfort."

Tao Cheng was silent for a short moment, and then "shh", Qingmo thought the fish was going to take the bait, and immediately held his breath, but he didn't want to be provocative to seal his lips and tongue.

The sudden kiss only surprised Qingmo for a moment, and soon he opened his lips to meet, and he murmured with the tip of Tao Cheng's tongue in his mouth, "What's wrong?"

Tao Cheng kissed again, "It's delicious, please comfort me."