"He is the richest second son of Qianqian Villa. He has everything he wants. He was born in a nest of money, and there are so many beauties around him. He is a romantic son. What else in this world can make him heartache? "
When Leng Gu said this, her thoughts couldn't help but think of the night when they first met.
That night, the heavy gauze curtains were hung lightly, and the house was burning with the alluring scent of ambergris.
Pearls and emeralds sway gently, candlelight flickers.
She was like the gentle candle, trembling slightly in the cold night, trying to burn, fearing that her life would be broken easily, like a broken string that would collapse and be unable to support.
Leng Gu's thin eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her eyes were filled with tears, and she was biting her lips. She was lusting after the man she admired in front of her, but her heart seemed to be holding a moist and cold ocean, and the cold waves eroded her heart and her bones again and again.
Cold tears fell on the cold night. He saw Leng Gu in the dim light. Her eyes were like a blue pool, filled with faint water, and her face was already wet with tears.
The long eyelashes trembled slightly. She suppressed the sadness in her heart several times, wanting to hide her sadness in the dark night, not wanting to make any noise for fear of being noticed by him. She even cried silently. If it weren't for the tear that fell on him, he would never have noticed it.
Now he still saw it, and he couldn't even hide it.
Zhuang Yu was shocked. He raised his head, held her tearful face, and reached out to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. The tears were crystal clear and cold to the heart. Although he knew that she was a cold beauty who didn't like to smile, he didn't know that she could cry.
He looked at her and said: "Why are you crying? You don't want to? If you don't want to..."
She reached out and hugged him tightly, put her swan neck gently on his shoulders, and buried her head deeply. Her whole body was trembling slightly with sadness, and she suppressed the grief in her heart.
She said to him: "We girls in the brothel are inherently contemptible. We have a pair of jade arms that can be used as pillows for thousands of people, and a tiny bit of red lips that can be tasted by thousands of people. We have no right to say that we don't want to, and there is nothing we don't want to do. Since the guest has bought me for this night, why don't you do it?" I am willing to do anything.”
With tears in her eyes, her stubborn look was heartbreaking. He said, "I don't allow you to talk about yourself like this. I, Shojiro, never force others. If you don't want to, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, she reached out and hugged him tightly again, fearing that he would just leave. She leaned her head on his shoulder, her long eyelashes covered with crystal tears, leaving shallow traces on her face.
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She frowned slightly, but said with a smile: "I do, because it's you, so I do!"
What she said was sincere, because it was him, so she was willing.
She originally wanted to give her body to him, with three matchmakers and six betrothals, and flowers and candles in the bridal chamber. She timidly handed over her perfect body to the man she loved deeply in her life.
With my dedication to love and fidelity to my emotions, I gave myself completely to him as my wife, hoping that he would cherish and love me forever.
Now, she could only leave her most miserable and shameful self to him in the most despicable manner in this most miserable brothel. The relationship between them was just a flesh-and-blood transaction. Leng Gu didn't know what he thought of her. Did he treat her like other brothel girls?
Perhaps in his eyes, she was no different from them.
Leng Gu thought to herself that no woman in this world would ever want to give her heart and body to the person she loves in the most miserable situation, in this most filthy and despicable place.
However, the most filthy and despicable place in the world, the coldest and heartless place in the world, under the warm tent of red candles, became the place where she entrusted her sweet dreams.
Later lingering.
He reached out and caressed her trembling back, as tenderly as a husband on their wedding night, tenderly loving his beloved wife.
Tears turned into mist, sadness and joy turned into quiet rivers, hidden in the night. Her heart was full of mixed feelings, she didn't know whether she was happy or sad.
That night, it was groggy and the night was long with red candles.
She was finally able to hold the person she loved tightly in her arms, smell his scent, linger with him, and embrace him for warmth. But even though the two people were once so close, their hearts are always separated by the world, and there is no possibility of them ever being together.
"After we first met and said goodbye, Zhuang Yu would occasionally come to see me again, but most of the time he came drunk. I watched him sleeping next to me, as quiet as a docile little rabbit. But there are always silent tears in the corners of his eyes. I have never seen any pleasure seeker like him."
"It wasn't until I heard him calling another woman's name in my sleep that I realized why the dashing Shojiro was so sad. The world saw him as cynical and laughing, but he never I don’t know, the sad side of him.”
"He hid his sorrow very deeply and never told others about it, but it eventually flowed out uncontrollably in his sleep. I reached out and gently touched his tired face, but it couldn't heal the pain in his heart. I thought sadly. , the man I love, is sad in his heart that he has made a woman cry."
"When I first saw Bai Lan, I realized why he said my eyes were beautiful. It wasn't really because my eyes were beautiful, but because they looked like Bai Lan's eyes."
When Leng Gu said this, she couldn't help but sneer and sigh: "The infatuated Erlang, he collected the twelve oirans and hid them in Jinbi Square. It turned out that he was just piecing together the shadows in a dream. It's really What a miserable person!"
Jun Xuelou said: "Later, why did you leave the Jinbifang he built for you?"
Hearing the words "Jinbi Fang", Leng Gu's memory returned to the past.
Zhuang Yu said to her: "I want to redeem your life."
Leng Gu rested her head in his arms. She was startled and looked sideways at him.
Zhuang Yu said with a smile: "Everyone in the world says that I, Zhuang Erlang, spend money like water. I am going to build a magnificent palace in the most prosperous area of Fengqi Street. The palace should be nine stories high and decorated with splendor and beauty! It shines brightly at night, making it unforgettable once you see it! I will also find the most beautiful courtesans in the world and hide them all there!"
He was talking happily, his eyes were shining, and he was dancing, as if he was describing a prosperous age that could not be seen in the world.
He continued: "After I redeem your body, you no longer have to serve other men. You can stay in Jinbi Square and play the piano if you want, sing if you want to sing, dance if you want to dance, and drink if you want to drink. No one can force you to do anything anymore. Just stay with me, okay?"
"What Erlang says is whatever it is."
She is a brothel girl, and there is no chastity at all. For her, serving one man is no different from serving many men. But since she followed Zhuang Yu, her heart, which she thought had been shattered, has quietly revived. She feels that she can no longer accept a man other than him in her bed.
It's really ridiculous for a romantic woman to suddenly talk about chastity.
Although her body was not chaste enough, her heart was as chaste as ever. From beginning to end, the person she loved was just Shojiro.
However, the person she loves, even if he is lying on her bed and having fun with her every day, does not know that he is her lover, which is ridiculous.
When they arrived at Jinbi Square, Zhuang Yu collected twelve beautiful courtesan from all over the world and hid them inside, and named the twelve courtesans after flowers.
Twelve oirans: daffodils, honeysuckle, peach blossoms, peonies, wisteria, lotus, hibiscus, small hibiscus, osmanthus, epiphyllum, camellia, poinsettia.
The world only thinks that people are like flowers, like dreams and illusions.
But I don’t know that people are like flowers, miserable and desolate.
When the clever Leng Gu saw the other eleven courtesans, she suddenly understood something. They all had the shadow of Bailan on their bodies, or their eyebrows looked like hers, or their lips looked like hers, or their hands looked like hers. Ordinary ones, either with the same shape as hers, or with the back like hers, or with the same martial arts skills as hers.
Poor Leng Gu, now realized that the man she loved built the most extravagant Jinbifang in the world just to fulfill his first dream.
He is so romantic and unrestrained, but he just wants to keep the one he loves.
There are so many beauties in the world, but they are not Bai Lan.
Even if there are more, it is still not Bai Lan.
The love in his heart is the woman he can never have in this life. This is the love that human beings cannot get, that is expected but cannot be asked for.
Come to think of it, everyone has all kinds of pain in their hearts and there is no way to get rid of it. So he is not the only poor person in the world?
If he could get the love in his heart, he might not need these twelve oirans. The reason why he misses all the flowers is that none of them are his true love.
Perhaps, the only person in the world who understands Zhuang Yu best is Leng Gu. She understood him and felt sorry for him, so she never told him.
Mirror flowers and water moon, floating dreams reflection. People in the world spend their whole lives chasing only one love but not getting it. Why bother? In the end, it is just love, hate and infatuation, which binds itself and does not end well.
The past is like a dream, fleeting, and when I wake up, half my life has passed. Leng Gu only felt that in this confusing life, she lived more soberly and self-control than anyone else, but she also lived more confused than anyone else.
Perhaps people who are too persistent are always easily hurt by themselves. Thinking about the past, it is impossible to say whether Zhuang Yu was good to her, but why did she magnify the little kindness this man gave her? A hundred times, a thousand times, deeply remembered in my heart?
Leng Gu thought of the past and couldn't help but sigh deeply:
"Since entering Jinbifang, the only person we have served is Zhuang Yu. During the time we stayed in Jinbifang, we were intoxicated and dreamy, like a dream, so unreal, but so beautiful! Now that I think about it, everything was just a dream. "
"The sky will eventually dawn, dreams will eventually wake up, no matter how deep the love between sisters is, they will eventually fall apart. Since Zhuang Yu ran away from home, Jinbifang has been turned into a brothel by his brother. The Twelve Oirans have begun to practice again. It’s an old job, so I need to pick up customers for him privately.”
"Although this kind of thing has been done before, as a brothel girl, how can we talk about love and hate? For us, we have no qualifications to love, and no qualifications to hate. We close our eyes and lie down like this. After one night, there will be something new again. One day. It doesn’t matter whether there is a spring breeze or a cold frost in the twelfth lunar month, this seemingly clean body has been ruined a long time ago, and there is nothing wrong with it."
"But I didn't want to live that kind of life anymore. I gave my body to Zhuang Yu. Although he didn't love me, I didn't want to give it to anyone else. So, I killed the guest and ran away."
"Qianqian Villa is very powerful. There is no way for me to escape like this. However, I met Bai Lan. Bai Lan was looking for Zhuang Yu everywhere to avenge her dead husband. I didn't want her to kill Zhuang Yu, but I was powerless to stop the conflict between them. He had no grudges, so he walked with her."
