Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 426: Chapter 426: Indenture

Because Li Miaozhen and Lina came back, the aunt asked the kitchen to kill the goose and make a rich and delicious meal.

The candlelight was bright, and there were several basins of ice cubes placed in the four corners of the inner hall to drive away the heat. The dessert before the meal was a bowl of iced sweet wine for each person, which was sweet and refreshing.

Xiao Douding also held a bowl and drank it. Since this kid followed Lina to practice the body-building method of the Power Gu Department, her appetite has increased, and her digestive system is terribly strong.

Not to mention sweet wine, even strong liquor, she can drink several large bowls. Of course, this kind of adult beverage that makes Xiao Douding doubt her childishness, she will not drink it.

During the meal, it is inevitable to talk about Jianzhou.

Uncle Xu used his rich "knowledge" and experience to tell several juniors about the historical background of Jianzhou. Although Jianzhou is the most stable, the court's control over Jianzhou is actually pitifully weak.

There are many gangsters there, and the current leader Cao Qingyang is someone you younger generations cannot handle.

After listening for a long time, the aunt found an opportunity to interrupt the topic and said, "Master, Ning Yan's knife is a peerless magic weapon. I heard Erlang say it is priceless."

Uncle Xu nodded while drinking sweet wine: "Of course a peerless magic weapon is priceless...Puff!"

He sprayed a mouthful of wine on the face of the little bean next to him and glared:

"You are a woman, do you know what a peerless magic weapon is? Ning Yan's knife is sharp, but it is not a peerless magic weapon. Don't use it randomly just because you heard a word."

The little bean stretched out her chubby hand and wiped the sweet wine on her face. She couldn't help licking her palm, and then licked it again. She licked it silently...

Aunt was not convinced, her beautiful eyes widened, and she said angrily: "Erlang said so, it can fly, if you don't believe it, ask Dalang."

Uncle Xu immediately looked at Xu Qian'an and stared at him.

Xu Qi'an snapped his fingers and called out, "Taiping!"

Swoosh... The Taiping Sword flew into the hall and circled over everyone's heads.

Second Uncle Xu raised his head and stared at the Taiping Sword with a dull expression, like a stone sculpture that would not move.

"Really, it's really a peerless divine weapon..." After a while, Second Uncle murmured with a sigh.

"It's said to be priceless. It will be our Xu family's heirloom in the future." Aunt said happily.

"Yes, yes, heirloom, this is the heirloom." Second Uncle was so excited that he could hardly hold the bowl.

Li Miaozhen lowered her head, held the bowl, ate the food in small bites, and listened to the family's endless discussions.

She envied Xu Qi'an a little, although this guy lost both his parents when he was young and always teased himself that he was living under someone else's roof and his aunt was not good to him.

After living in the Xu Mansion for so long, Li Miaozhen saw very clearly that this mistress was too young in mentality, so she lacked the temperament of a loving mother. But in fact, he is really good to Xu Ningyan.

He is just a bit strong-willed. When Xu Ningyan has no respect for her, she gets angry and doesn't say good things about him. She calls him a poor guy on the left and a scoundrel on the right.

In fact, she always remembers her nephew's share of food, clothing, housing, transportation and daily necessities.

Xu Ershu has a carefree personality. He gets a headache when he hears his wife and nephew bickering, so he likes to play dumb, but Li Miaozhen can see that he is actually the best person in the family to Xu Ningyan.

Xu Erlang's personality is similar to his mother's. They both say one thing and think another. On the one hand, he dislikes his elder brother and father for being crude warriors, but on the other hand, he has deep feelings for them.

As for Xu Lingyue, Li Miaozhen thinks that her admiration for Xu Ningyan is too much. Maybe she will be much better after getting married and will focus on her husband.

As for Xu Lingyin, she also relied on Xu Qian'an. She licked the water chestnut cake in the afternoon with tears in her eyes, but finally she gritted her teeth and made up her mind to leave it for her eldest brother to eat......

Well, this matter cannot be told to Xu Ningyan.

"Li Miaozhen, Li Miaozhen, these are all karma. If you want to live as long as the sky and prosper forever, you must break away from the love, hatred, and hatred in the world, and learn to be indifferent appropriately. Well, deep love does not live long." She silently warned herself in her heart.

After a few seconds, she thought again, Xu Ningyan, this bastard, has not distributed the treasures looted from Cao Guogong's private residence to me. I am going to open a porridge stall to help the poor.......

Aunt drank half a bowl of sweet wine and felt a little greasy, so she didn't want to drink it anymore. She said, "Master, drink it for me, don't waste it."

Uncle Xu was concentrating on looking at the Taiping sword. Hearing this, he pushed Aunt's half bowl of sweet wine to Xu Lingyin without thinking.

Xu Lingyue wiped her lips and looked at Xu Qian'an expectantly: "Brother, I can't drink it either..."

"Brother will help you," Xu Qian'an took the bowl and put it in front of the little kid: "I will help you with Lingyin."

The little kid was so happy.

Lina looked at her apprentice with an envious expression.

........

In the early morning, before the sun rose, the sky was already bright. In the Jiaofangsi, the maid Xiaomei was awakened by Fuxiang's cough again.

She rubbed her eyes and got up, poured a glass of water at the table, walked lightly to the bed, and whispered: "Madam, drink some water."

Fuxiang, whose face was as pale as paper, sat up with her help, drank some water, and said weakly: "Mei'er, I'm a little hungry."

"Madam, you take a rest first, I'll go to the kitchen to get a bowl of porridge."

Mei'er put on her coat and left the master bedroom. When she arrived at the kitchen, she found that the pot was empty and no one had gotten up early to cook.

Yingmei Pavilion has six singing girls, eight drinking maids, seven miscellaneous maids, four guards, and one doorman.

Fuxiang, the courtesan, has been ill for a long time, so those guards, singing girls, and drinking maids were sent to the other courtyard, and only one miscellaneous maid was left.

The miscellaneous maid has been sneaking around lately, complaining everywhere, and resentful of her fate. After going to the other courtyard, the miscellaneous maid can be rewarded with a few coins from time to time.

Staying in Yingmei Pavilion to look after a sickly person, there is no benefit.

Mei'er angrily broke into the miscellaneous maid's room. She was lying on the bed, sleeping comfortably.

"Get up, get up!"

Mei'er pulled her off the bed with a cold face and asked loudly: "When the madam was in glory, she was very kind to you. When was the reward silver not more generous than other courtyards?

"She is sick now, and she can't even drink a bowl of hot porridge. Have you eaten your conscience?"

The miscellaneous maid pinched her waist and scolded her: "I said it was in the past. In the past, the madam was in glory, and we followed her around to serve her. I was willing to be a cow or a horse. But now she is going to die, why should I serve her?"

Mei'er was furious, "The madam is just sick, she will get better, and when she gets better, see how she will deal with you." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The miscellaneous maid retorted: "Come on, everyone in the Jiaofangsi doesn't know that she is dying. If there is any possibility, my mother will not transfer everyone away."

At this point, she sneered: "Sister Mei'er, you serve the madam without taking off your clothes, in fact, it is for the little savings of the madam. Don't get angry. What kind of friendship is there in the Jiaofangsi? Sisters are always playing around.

"Because we all know that men only want our bodies. If you really think you have true feelings with those prostitutes, you are a fool. Madam Fuxiang is such a fool.

"Xu Yinluo stayed in the pavilion for nights without spending a penny. Madam Fuxiang didn't even receive guests for him. She even paid the money herself to the Jiaofangsi. When others praised her, she really thought that she and Xu Yinluo were in true love. Don't you think it's ridiculous?

"Now she is sick and dying. Has that man come to see her?"

This touched Mei'er's heart. She gritted her teeth and said, "Bitch, I'm going to tear your mouth."

The two of them started to fight.

"Stop it!"

Outside the door, Fuxiang was wearing a white singlet. She seemed to be weak and unstable. She held the door and her face was pale.

The fight stopped, and the maid lowered her head and said nothing. Although the woman was already sick and looked like she would fall down at the slightest gust of wind, she had been so glorious at the time that the impression left on her was indelible.

"Go back..."

Just after saying two words, Fuxiang's body swayed and she fainted on the ground.

In the master bedroom, the sandalwood was curling. Fuxiang woke up and saw the old doctor sitting by the bed. It seemed that he had just taken her pulse and said to Mei'er:

"The pulse is weak, the five internal organs are exhausted, and medicine is useless. Prepare for the funeral."

Mei'er lowered her head and sobbed softly.

......

Fuxiang, the most famous prostitute in the capital, will not have much time left... This news spread throughout the Jiaofang Bureau in an instant.

Some people were secretly happy, while others sighed.

After lunch, Qingchi Courtyard.

In the reception room covered with brocade lichens, the courtesans wearing colorful clothes sat at the table to drink afternoon tea.

On the table were fruits, iced plum wine and other food.

Mingyan, the courtesan with exquisite makeup, glanced at the sisters present. Including her, there were a total of nine courtesans who had lingered in bed with Xu Yinluo.

"Think about how glorious she was at the beginning. Xu Yinluo's poem about plum blossoms made her the most famous prostitute in the capital. Gentlemen from outside spent thousands of gold to see her. Talented men from other places came from thousands of miles to the capital. After only half a year, only embers remained."

The courtesan Xiaoya, wearing an indigo-colored silk skirt and a jade hairpin, sighed with emotion.

The courtesan Xiaoya was well-read and popular among scholars.

"A beautiful woman with a short life is like Fuxiang, which is really sad."

The speaker was a beautiful woman with a melon-seed face wearing a yellow skirt. Her flower name was Dongxue. Her voice was as sweet as an oriole, and her singing was unique in the Jiaofangsi.

"At the beginning, I was jealous that she was favored by Xu Yinluo alone. Now seeing her in such a situation, I feel so uncomfortable that I can't eat." Another beauty sighed.

"Come to think of it, Xu Yinluo hasn't visited her for a long time."

"I remember that after Xu Yinluo went to Chuzhou in March, she never came to the Jiaofangsi or Yingmei Pavilion again."

"If you count carefully, when Xu Yinluo returned to Beijing from Chuzhou, Fuxiang was ill......"

The courtesans sighed. Fuxiang was ill in bed and had not recovered for a long time, so Xu Yinluo would naturally not come.

Men came to them for fun, otherwise, it was impossible for them to serve at the bedside. Xu Yinluo was just an ordinary man.

Mingyan courtesan sighed softly, "Sister Fuxiang is deeply in love with Xu Yinluo..."

She turned to look at the maid beside her and ordered, "Send someone to inform Xu's house. Xu's house is not far from the Jiaofangsi. Go and come back quickly."

The maid walked out in small steps.

Ming Yan glanced at the courtesans and whispered, "Let's go see Sister Fuxiang."

.......

"You and I are master and servant. After I leave, you can take the banknotes in the cabinet and redeem yourself, and then find a good family to marry. The Jiaofangsi is not the final destination for women.

"Remember to give the things I left behind to Xu Yinluo, don't forget."

Fuxiang leaned on the bed and told her about her funeral.

Mei'er sat on the round stool, sobbing and nodding.

Light and chaotic footsteps came from outside the door. Ming Yan, Xiaoya and other courtesans slowly walked into the house and smiled, "Sister Fuxiang, the sisters are here to see you."

Fuxiang forced a smile on her pale face and said in a hoarse voice, "Please sit down quickly. "

The courtesans took their seats and chatted calmly for a few words. Ming Yan suddenly covered her mouth and sobbed, "We already know about my sister's physical condition..."

Fu Xiang smiled freely, "For me, it's just the end of a journey in my life. I left here a long time ago, a long time ago."

The courtesans felt the same way, and the room was filled with a sad atmosphere.

Ming Yan said softly, "Don't blame me, sister. I took the initiative and asked someone to notify Xu Yinluo."

Fu Xiang frowned and said anxiously, "Why did you call him? I don't want to see him. I don't want to see him at this moment."

Mei Er stood by the bed and cried, "He is also a heartless man. He has never come since he went to Chuzhou. He must have heard that my wife was seriously ill and despised my wife. When he was still Yinluo, he often brought his colleagues to the Jiaofangsi to drink. My wife always entertained him wholeheartedly... 呜呜呜. "

The courtesans looked at each other and sighed.

Ming Yan said softly, "Sister, what else is on your mind?"

Fu Xiang did not speak, but looked out the window. The world was vast.

The biggest wish of the women in the Jiaofangsi was to get rid of their lowly status, leave this place of fireworks, and hold their heads up as human beings.

The courtesans understood what she meant, but could only sigh.

The price of Fu Xiang's redemption was as high as eight thousand taels.

The Yingmei Pavilion had not been so lively for a long time. Fu Xiang was in a very good mood, but as time passed, she gradually became absent-minded. She looked out the door frequently, as if waiting for something.

The courtesans all knew who she was waiting for.

I miss you every day but I can't see you.

Ming Yan, the courtesan, glanced at the water leak in the room, and a trace of sadness flashed across her eyes. That man would not come after all.

"It's getting late, the sisters will go first..." She almost burst into tears: "Sister Fu Xiang, take care. "

Through tears, Ming Yan found that Fu Xiang's eyes were fixed on the door, and her pale face was flushed.

Ming Yan's body suddenly stiffened.

Oiran Xiaoya pursed her lips.

Other courtesans also noticed Fu Xiang's abnormality. They held their breath unconsciously and slowly turned around to look.

A young man stood at the door, wearing a moon-white Confucian robe and a piece of emerald green jade hanging around his waist. The texture was neither good nor bad.

"The robe doesn't fit. I asked the maid in the mansion to modify it." He said in a gentle voice.

Fu Xiang burst into tears. This outfit was the first time they met.

Last October, a young man in a moon-white Confucian robe came to Yingmei Pavilion and broke into her life.

If life could only be like the first time we met.

Xu Qian'an smiled warmly and spoke in a gentle voice: "After arriving at the Jiaofangsi, I went to do something. "

He walked to the table and gently placed an object on it.

The courtesans looked at the table and could not move their eyes away. It was a contract of sale.