October is about to pass, and the business in Xianyang Tower is getting worse and worse.
Without the support of dignitaries and aristocratic families, he could only rely on common people and wealthy businessmen.
The beauty on the balcony, my concubine's body is empty every day, and she cannot be replenished even once a day.
The jade arms of thousands of pillows can only be rested on one's own, the red lips tasted of by thousands of people can only be tasted by oneself, and the beauties who are as beautiful as flowers are panicked.
The building is a government agency and has performance appraisals. Beauties whose monthly workload does not meet the standard cannot stay in the building.
Concubines, whose status is much lower than that of beauties, do not have such worries. They are not tested.
Their lives were clearly marked with a price and were not protected by Qin's laws, and they could be strangled to death, stabbed to death, and tortured to death at any time.
This is not the family's counterattack against Ying Chengyu, it is just self-protection.
Everyone goes to the balcony to relax and indulge in sexual activities. No one wants to appear holy in front of others so that they can think about what they can and cannot say when they are teachers.
On the second floor of the balcony, in the steward's room.
The pretty steward with half a pound of breasts looked sad, but he still forced a smile and said sincere congratulations to the man in servant attire who had just walked in.
The man, who still had a terrifying scar as long as a finger on his chest and back, stooped slightly, with a humble and flattering look on his face.
He nodded and hunched over as he spoke, like a poor pug.
"You should not praise someone who is in charge..."
"You are no longer a subordinate."
The steward looked at the man pitifully and warned him.
The words were like a breeze, blowing away the haze in the heart of the man who had long been accustomed to his status as a subordinate.
"Yes, I am no longer a subordinate."
The man murmured to himself and slowly straightened his back. It was very difficult for him, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.
Boom~
The man seemed to hear the sound of the spines in his body that had been bent all year round straightening. The sound of friction between bones was so sweet, and the sound of the vertebrae breaking and joining together was so beautiful.
Two lines of tears fell unconsciously from his eyes, and he was unaware of them.
"Cry so hard!"
Qin people do not recognize tears.
The performance of the building is poor again.
The steward, who was in a bad mood, saw the man crying and felt a little pitiful about him, but also felt that he had no future.
I'm about to be imprisoned and I haven't cried yet. Why don't you cry when you are freed from slavery!
The Yue girl's swordsmanship was unparalleled in the world. The sword pierced the servant's body, but only caused flesh and skin wounds to the servant, and did not harm the servant's life.
When the servant opened his eyes again, what he saw was his sister, who could only speak a word through the high wall every week or every month. His sister told him that Lord Changan helped both of them escape from slavery.
After the man finished talking, he touched his eyes with his hands and felt tears, and then realized that he had cried.
"It turns out I can still stand up."
the man said.
He still didn't have the urge or feeling to cry, but the tears flowed down like a faucet that was turned on, and he couldn't stop it no matter how hard he tried.
The steward saw that there were no emotions such as sadness or joy on his face, and he took off his mask of humility. He had a plain face and wanted to wipe away the tears so that he would stop crying.
It is natural to think of the concubines in the tower who die every year, every month, every week and sometimes even every day.
Last week, a concubine who had just arrived at the balcony for less than a week was strangled to death on the bed by a guest.
Double ten years, beautiful face.
The snow-white body was lying on the bed, but the smooth back had lost the luster of life. There was a rope around the concubine's neck.
In addition to throwing the rope on the balcony, the owner of the rope also dropped ten gold coins.
"It's bad luck. You're really dead. I wasted ten gold." The guest cursed impatiently.
"Why are you still playing to death? What did Brother Zhang do?" There was no respect for human life in the eyes of the travelers, only curiosity about the cause of death.
"Hey, brother Li has never left Xianyang, has he only been to Xianyang Tower? This method has been spread all over Guanzhong. This concubine receives as few as a few people or as many as ten people a day.
"No matter how beautiful she is, her body is so loose that it is hard to have any passion. Put a rope around her neck and tighten it. The tighter it is, the tighter it will be. It is comparable to that of a girl who has not yet left the palace..."
The body of the concubine who was strangled to death was collected by the steward himself. There was no need for the guards on the balcony to deal with it. The body of every concubine who died on the balcony would be collected and buried by the steward.
The steward remembered clearly that the concubine's face was covered with tears, full of desire for life, but there were no marks on her hands.
At the last moment of her death, the concubine may have cried and begged the guests to let her go.
But she never touched her neck with her hands and pulled out a small gap in the not-thick circle of death. She didn't dare.
There are not many secret guards in the tower. Apart from Qingmei who left, the only one left is the steward who used to be a prostitute.
When the steward was a prostitute, he spent time with the prostitutes and concubines in the building every day.
The identity of the secret guard has been buried for a long time, and the identity of the prostitute has been with him for several years. The steward has deep feelings for the building, and he has deep feelings for the prostitutes and concubines on the building.
Every time I heard about the death of a concubine, the steward was very sad.
But there was only sadness. The steward never thought about revenge.
This is not because the steward, as a secret guard, has the basic quality of not exposing himself, but because he is limited by the basic rules of the game in this world - concubines are not human beings.
This is not only stipulated in the laws of Qin, but also stipulated in the laws of all regions in the world.
As long as you live in this world, you cannot escape this rule.
The steward opened the window and looked down at the numerous guests on the first floor.
Looking at those concubines who have no freedom and cannot refuse. As long as someone asks for menstruation, they also have to smile and drink strong drinks with guests.
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"You are very lucky. I have never heard of anyone offering money to redeem a concubine. This is something that only the Lord can do."
"Meeting Mr. Chang'an is the luckiest thing in my life." A heartfelt smile appeared on the man's face.
"I heard that Lord Chang'an also gave you a name."
How does the steward know? I haven't spoken to anyone since leaving Chang'an Jun's Mansion.
Doubts flashed through the man's heart, and he was filled with joy that eliminated this doubt.
He said proudly: "Yes, Lord Chang'an gave me the surname Ma and a good name."
Marxism-Leninism...what a strange name.
The steward thought in his heart and said sincerely again: "You are so lucky."
In this era when most people only have a first name but no surname, having a first name and a surname is a matter of great pride.
"Yes."
Malie nodded solemnly, affirming once again that he was in charge, and tears finally stopped flowing from his eyes.
"What does Changan-jun want you to do?"
The steward closed the window.
"Mr. Chang'an wants me to stay here and tell my story to all the beauties on the balcony."
Tell it to all the beauties on the balcony?
The steward cast a doubtful look.
Marxism-Lenin also knew that this matter sounded a bit outrageous, and he was afraid that his supervisor would not believe it.
He hurriedly explained: "I haven't seen Mr. Chang'an. It was Mr. Chang'an's retainer who relayed Mr. Chang'an's wishes. I heard from that retainer that Mr. Chang'an's original words were, 'I have finally done a good deed, why don't you let it be announced by publicity?' How is doing good deeds without leaving a name different from walking at night in brocade clothes?'"
