spring water

When Song Manzhen came to Spring River Night last night, she was already recognized by several girls, and she muttered behind her back that the "Mr. Song" who disguised herself as a man and came to whoring-prostitutes came again, tsk tsk tsk, it was really disgusting, What kind of fun can two big girls have under the covers?A man can't hook up with a woman and has to hang out with a woman.

This word reached the master's ears early this morning, and the master fucked the stick and went to Linshui Pavilion.That stick has been with the master for many years, it looks like a thin one but it is extraordinarily strong, and it won't break even if you knock people unconscious.

Zhu'er walked to Linshui Pavilion and saw a man lying at the door, bleeding all over the floor.The master kicked the man, but he didn't move, he squatted down, his body was already cold.

The master went to pull the door, but couldn't open it, and kicked the crumbling broken wooden door out.Chun Shui was doing her makeup in front of the mirror, but Song Manzhen was not in the room.

Zhu'er stood beside Chunshui, and Chunshui didn't even look at her, as if Zhu'er didn't exist at all.

"The man at the door is dead, do you know?" He clearly had a stick in his hand, but the master still spoke as usual, as if he was talking about insignificant dinner dishes.

"Dead? Chunshui doesn't know." Chunshui held a thin hairpin, the color of the hairpin could no longer be seen, and now it has been corroded by the years.

Zhu'er recognized that it was a gift from Chunshui on her 15th birthday.

The hairpin was slowly turned over by the spring water, and she looked at it casually.

"It's really old. I used to like this hairpin no matter what. At first I was reluctant to wear it, but then I thought that if I didn't wear it, I couldn't reflect its value, so I had to put it on every morning when I did my makeup. It is worn on the head. After a long time, I found that this hairpin is not gold at all, it is just coated with a layer of gold, and the inside is iron, which is deceiving." Chun Shui pressed the hairpin on the table, Looking at the master, he said, "Fortunately, I regarded it as a treasure before, but it regarded me as a fool."

The master narrowed his eyes, shook the stick in his hand, and the room was eerily quiet for a while.

"Where's Song Manzhen?" The master ignored Chunshui's criticism and continued to ask.

Chun Shui didn't answer, she stood up and wanted to leave, but the master dragged her back all at once.

The master grabbed Chunshui with one hand, and lifted the thin stick with the other hand, sticking it to Chunshui's face: "With such strength, I beat you to death in vain. To be honest, that man is Didn't Song Manzhen kill him?"

Chun Shui didn't mean to struggle: "Song Manzhen? Who is she? Oh? Could it be Mr. Song who often visits my Linshui Pavilion? Master, you are really paranoid. She came here last night, but After sitting for a while, he left, and the man came later. He beat me violently, and I knocked him unconscious with a candlestick. Why, is he dead?"

"You are very calm. Do you know that killing people means paying for their lives? Are you going to take the blame for that Song Manzhen?"

Chun Shui's eyes faltered a little, but he quickly regained his composure: "If that man died, I would have killed it by mistake, and it has nothing to do with Song Manzhen, so how can I blame him?"

"You can't kill that man, I know better than anyone else." The master's grip on Chunshui became more intense, and he whispered into Chunshui's ear, "Don't be so stupid, killing people is nothing more than anything else, it's not you Don’t take what you do on yourself. Everyone has only one life, and it’s not for you to use your emotions.”

Zhu'er's words were somewhat warm, and Chunshui also understood that Zhu'er was doing it for her own good, but she still pushed him away: "One person does the work and the other bears the responsibility. Needless to say, I will surrender to the county government."

"Chunshui! Are you going against my will!" The master's eyes were full of anger, "How important is that Song Manzhen to you?"

Chun Shui chuckled: "Chun Shui has never had any important things, even less since Zizi lit the incense in my room. Chun Shui is cheap, but he just wants to die innocently. Who will treat me well?" I have already made up my mind who will take care of me. Gan Muqing, this is the case, why do you come to me and sing this play again?"

Chun Shui insisted on going out, but Zhu'er hurried up from behind and dragged her upstairs.Chun Shui hit and kicked the master behind her but he didn't let go.

Dragging all the way to the cold urn, the master clasped Chunshui's waist with one hand and dragged her waving arm with the other, kicked open the door of the cold urn and threw Chunshui in.The cold urn was almost empty, except for a tattered iron table, on which a little unwashed blood still stuck.The house was full of dust and musty smell.

Chun Shui fell to the ground and immediately got up and wanted to rush out the door, but the master blocked the door with his arms wide open.

"Gan Muqing! Get out of here!" Chun Shui was so anxious that his eyes were bloodshot and weeping, "I want to leave Chunjiang Ye! I don't care whether I live or die! I just ask that I don't see you again! Get out!"

The master didn't speak, just stood there no matter how Chunshui pushed and beat him.

"Leaving Chun Jiang Ye, what else do you have to survive? Chun Shui, I saved you nine years ago, and your life is mine. You have said this before, have you forgotten? I order you not to leave here , you are not allowed to leave."

Chun Shui looked at Zhu'er's face, it was obviously the same person with the same face, and she was still a charming and good-looking Zhu'er, why is it so annoying now?

"However, my life that belongs to you was returned to you last night. The current Chunshui belongs to someone else."

When saying these words, Chun Shui's pale face with cold sweat was still smiling, as if mocking the master's self-indulgence.

"Who does it belong to? Song Manzhen?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

The master bit her cheek and stepped forward forcefully, Chun Shui was squeezed by her momentum and fell to the ground.

The master closed the door behind her back, and there were only two of them left in the cold room.

"It has nothing to do with me?" Zhu'er approached Chun Shui who was still sitting on the ground while speaking.

"I have nothing to do with you? Are you a wolf? Did I spend money on you for nothing all these years? Now that you have a new backer, you have nothing to do with me? Have you forgotten who I am!" the master said. Pulling Chunshui's hair back and down, the pain made Chunshui grit his teeth and not cry out, but he could only look up at the master.

At this time, Zhu'er was no longer the calm and calm woman she usually pretended to be. At close range, Zhu'er's eyes were full of vigor, like a wild beast that was about to devour its prey.

Chunshui didn't know why, but her heart was peaceful, no matter how the master threatened her or how angry she didn't feel the slightest thing: "I know, you are Qian Muqing, the master of Chunjiangye, who took me from the rebels nine years ago. Rescued, my savior. But I also said that I died last night, and now you are nothing to me. What's more, do you regard me as a human being? Just because I don't accept guests You just burn the incense in my house? Qian Muqing, my spring water is only [-] yuan to you, and Mama Cao’s monthly salary is more than that. I forgot who you are? When did you remember who I am? Woolen cloth?"

"Rebels? It's been eight years since Shuchang, and you still call me Chaojun a rebel. If you say this, how many lives do you have? Chunshui...you are still not an obedient girl , I really hate this face of yours." The master bullied her and pressed on Chunshui's body.Chunshui was restrained by the opponent, unable to get up, and could only lie down on the dirty ground.The master pinched Chunshui's face and forced her to look at him. The strength in his hands was so strong that Chunshui burst into tears, as if his face would be crushed by the master in the next moment, "What do you think I have raised you for nothing for so many years? ?You think I can't understand the look in your eyes when you look at me? But so what? Even if you have all kinds of obsessions with me, you are so deformed from top to bottom, how do you think you and I are compatible? ?You don’t make money for my Spring River Night, I think you are a father, a loyal minister of the former dynasty, and a generation of titans indulge you everywhere, but you don’t seem to have the slightest intention of repenting. Is it yours?"

Master's hands tore Chunshui's skirt mercilessly, Chunshui's eyes widened and he didn't make a sound.

"I owe you." Chun Shui said in a hoarse voice without any resistance, she knew that even if she resisted, she would not be able to break away from the master.

This kind of thing seemed to happen to Chun Shui every day, as if anyone who came in front of her would bully her, touch and humiliate her.

It's really strange, what * can this kind of body make people have?

But it's no wonder others... When the master's palm moved up her thigh, Chunshui quickly figured it out—I'm a prostitute, isn't it the most normal thing for all this to happen? ?