this era.
Women like them who live in the brothels want nothing more than to escape from the sea of misery as soon as possible.
There are two ways to escape from the sea of suffering.
One relies on oneself to save enough silver to redeem the deed of prostitution from the brothel madam.
Another way is to hook up with a rich young man or a wealthy businessman, ask them to redeem yourself, and then get the status of a concubine.
If you can become an official's concubine, it will naturally be a blessing that you have cultivated for eight lifetimes.
As for the legal wife, that is something that is unthinkable.
"He's just a scholar from the Imperial College, what's so strange about him."
Xianxue smiled, gently took the wet wipe from the maid's hand and wiped the grease from her mouth, and said: "But with Mr. Sun's talent and family background, it shouldn't be difficult to find a career in the court in the future."
The maid laughed in a low voice and said: "I know that the lady likes this kind of talented young man, like Tian Heng, it's not because he has Qi Cheng's support behind him that he dares to show off his power in Qinghefang and even says that he wants to marry the lady. match!"
At this point, the maid spat softly.
"Hey, stop talking. After all, Tian Heng is someone you and I can't afford to offend. He has Qi Cheng's support behind him. Qi Cheng's sister is the concubine of Zhou Xing, the uncle of the Zhou family. Don't talk about such a person. Talk idle, lest you bring trouble upon yourself.”
The book contains a gentle lady, with a sense of numbness.
Even though there are only his own maids around him in the inner hall, this is still the case.
"Madam, I just can't get angry. That Tian Heng is nothing but Qi Cheng's bitch. He uses Qi Cheng's name to show off his power all day long. I heard from customers that a few days ago, their Tian's Trading Company beat to death several poor people. Stickman, even if the Yin Yamen of Jingzhao Prefecture knows about it, it doesn’t dare to interfere because of the power of the Zhou family behind Qi Cheng!”
The maid murmured with a dissatisfied look on her red mouth.
Zhang Xue glanced at the maid lightly, stretched out her green-white little finger, lightly tapped the maid's small nose, pretending to be angry and said: "From now on, you and I better not talk about these things, we are also poor people, our own affairs If you still can’t take care of it, how can you take care of other people’s affairs?
Give me some makeup and go see Mr. Sun later. "
Xue Xue ordered softly.
"Then why did you sneak out and buy three shirt coffins for those three people?"
The maid put the tray in her hand aside and stood behind Lady Xue Xue. She picked up the boxwood comb placed aside and gently combed Lady Shuyu's black hair hanging down to her waist.
"Oh, because they are all miserable people."
Xian Xue let out a long sigh, sat in front of the dressing table, and shut up.
As if she could see that the lady in her study was a little depressed, the maid changed the subject and said with a smile: "Madam, that Young Master Sun is very talented. This time I heard that the current emperor, the Ninth Prince Yan, is planning to expand the Imperial College.
If after the expansion, Mr. Sun really enters the Imperial College, and as you made an exception today, Madam, and introduced him as a guest of the imperial family, maybe in the future Mr. Sun will go to the Imperial College to study and become a great Confucian. Madam, you can also follow the famous example. Leave a lasting legacy. "
"Mingliu Qingshi?"
Zhang Xue groaned softly, shook her head and said with a smile: "It is so difficult for a woman to leave her name in history. That is something that many scholars can only hope for.
As a promiscuous woman, I still dare not ask for those things. "
As for the so-called Ninth Prince Yan, Xiang Xue couldn't even think about it.
That is the sun in the sky, how can it interact with a promiscuous woman like her who has been stepped into the soil.
The door to the master bedroom was pushed open from the outside, and a maid came in, stood in the living room, and said crisply: "Madam, the guest outside named Huangfu asked the maid to send a poem."
Xianxue frowned, and the eldest maid scolded: "You are unruly. I didn't see that my wife has already chosen Mr. Sun. How can I change it? Is it because I have taken advantage of him?"
The little maid lowered her head and did not dare to talk back.
Xingxue said calmly: "Put it on the table. Go out and tell the guest that Xingxue understands this."
The little maid was relieved, said "Hey", put the rice paper on the table, and went out.
After finishing dressing up again.
Putting on an elegant long dress, this time Xianxue did not put on the thin veil before. She stood up and walked gently towards the living room, sat down at the table, and whispered: "You go Please come in, Mr. Sun."
Not wearing a veil is to show different treatment.
In fact, this is also the rule of Qinghefang.
At the same time, it also gives a different experience to the guests who are introduced to the guest room by Lady Shuyu.
It means to close the distance.
After saying that, Xianxue's eyes fell on the rice paper on the table and picked it up casually.
Her eyes suddenly solidified, and she looked at the rice paper like a pool of autumn water.
"Two Poems from Qinghefang to Blooming Snow"
The water essence is like a wishful jade chain, and Caicheng is in danger, so don't lose your appearance.
The red blooming cherries contain white snow, and the sound of heartbreak sings the sun.
There is nothing we can do about missing each other during the day, but the city is constantly passing by at night.
I only know that when spring comes, I will lose weight, but I don’t know that when spring comes, I will lose weight alone.
The maid walked to the door and was about to open it to invite Mr. Sun when she suddenly heard the lady behind her yelling in a rare and sharp voice: "Wait a minute!"
Looking back, the lady was holding the rice paper tightly in her hand, trembling slightly, and her delicate and delicate face showed a strange look that she had never seen before.
That was an emotion that the maid had never seen on the face of the lady in her home.
Madam Shuyu's voice was a bit urgent and sharp: "Who sent the poem from so and so, which young master it is, tell me quickly!!"
The maid was startled and muttered: "It seems that his surname is Huangfu, but I don't know which Huangfu he is."
The maid frowned and thought.
There were indeed two royal ministers in the front hall wine room just now.
One is a middle-aged man with a heroic face, and the other is a handsome young man.
While playing couplets, the middle-aged man named Huangfu kept drinking with his head down, but the handsome young man also named Huangfu could exchange sentences from time to time.
"But the lady should be the handsome Mr. Huangfu."
The maid thought for a long time before confirming.
Because the middle-aged man named Huangfu with a heroic face had left when the drinking order had just ended, leaving only the handsome young man named "Huangfu" who was still in the front hall wine room.
After saying this, Madam Shuyu rushed to the door desperately and ran towards the front hall.
"Madam...Madam...how can you go out looking like this? You can't do it, you can't do it..."
The maid hugged him tightly.
"Let me go, let me go quickly."
Xue Xue blushed anxiously, "Don't let that young master go. Go and chase him back."
The maid can't figure it out. It's just a poem, and it makes Madam Shuyu, who is known to be both talented and beautiful, lose her temper like never before. She has completely ignored her usual knowledge and ethics...
"Madam, please wait here for a moment. I'm going to invite the young master who wrote the poem."
After the maid left, Mrs. Shuyu sat at the table in disheveled clothes, looking at the rice paper in her hand in a daze.
"Red blooms...cherries...containing white snow, singing in the heartbreaking sound of Yang Guan...gifts of blooming snow...gifts of blooming snow..."
Big tears rolled down her pretty face, and she lay on the table and cried.
