The oiran took a deep breath.
She leaned against the wall and calmed down for a while.
She didn't go to the second floor, but she went down quietly carrying the fruit plate.
"Goudan'er, help me bring it up." The oiran greeted the boy and went to the dressing room nearby.
The boy brought a fruit plate and snacks, but Song Tao didn't even raise his eyes.
He said to Wen Jin, "You are right, but in your position, there are very few people who can lean down and look down."
"If you don't have personal experience, how can you empathize with it?" Wen Jin said, "My maternal ancestor, the Jiang family, was also exiled...Only those who have experienced it know how helpless it is."
Song Tao's eyes flashed slightly when he looked at Wen Jin.
Today, he got to know her a little better... Although he didn't despise his little tricks.
But I am honored to hear what she said.
Song Tao's wound was bandaged.
"Don't touch the wound with water for half a month. Change the dressing every three days and it will heal soon."
Wen Jin left medicine for him.
A brown glass bottle containing white powder.
The bottle is not big, about the size of your thumb.
When Wen Jin put the bottle on the table...Song Taocha reached out to pick up the bottle.
He didn't know whether he did it intentionally or not... Her hands were so soft and her skin was as smooth as gelatin.
Wen Jin quickly stopped his hand and gave him a cold look.
"Sorry... I just want to take a look at this medicine." Song Tao said immediately.
Wen Jin turned around and went downstairs without saying a word.
Ban Xia and Feng Chun followed her. The two maids turned back and gave him a fierce look each.
Song Tao stared at his fingers... in a daze.
The oiran matched the clothes for Song Tao and asked the boy to bring them to him.
His sleeves were cut off, so he couldn't go out with his arms exposed in the cold weather, right?
After the oiran finished doing this, he said to Wen Jin: "Master, the slave family has some objections to the deed and would like to ask the master to revise it."
"Hey! Don't push yourself too far!" Fengchun immediately became angry, pinching his waist and wanting to fight.
The oiran lowered his head and crouched down, looking a little stubborn.
"What's your opinion?" Wen Jin asked.
"Master, please come this way." The oiran asked her to go to the dressing room on the first floor.
Wen Jin left earlier to prepare the deed.
She had just given the deed to the oiran and asked her to sign and fingerprint it if she had no objection.
The deed she gave to the oiran not only reflected her experience in modern society in her previous life, but also fully considered the rules of this era.
She felt that the benefits of the contract she gave to the oiran were quite generous.
But maybe the oiran has a higher vision?
As soon as Wen Jin entered the private room, the oiran knelt down towards her.
"Get up and talk." Wen Jin said, "The deed clearly states that you are now a part-time worker. After three months, if you are willing to stay and do not want to find another job, then you can become a long-term worker. Regardless of whether you are a long-term worker or a part-time worker. , are all good candidates. You are not a slave, you don’t have to kneel down at every turn.”
"Thank you for your grace, Master! My family has nothing to repay for your master's appreciation and kindness to your family!"
"The slave family doesn't want to do long-term or short-term labor. The slave family wants to sign a life-and-death contract! A person who lives is the master, and when he dies, he is the master's ghost!
"Life after life, the slave family must serve the master! Work for the master!"
The oiran is very loud and his words are sonorous.
Not only Wen Jin was stunned, but Banxia and Fengchun were also stunned.
Especially in Fengchun, "Yingxiang, are you stupid? The master gave you a good title, but you don't want it? Do you want to sign a life-and-death contract?"
The oiran smiled slightly, "What the master gave to the slave family is the most precious thing. And the slave family has nothing valuable to give back. Only this life, which belongs to the slave family, can be repaid to the master! The slave family is willing to give it to me, and I ask the master to fulfill it!"
Wen Jin was moved by the simple feelings and friendship between life and death of the ancients.
She only felt sympathy for the oiran out of "girls helping girls".
What the oiran gave her in return was life and freedom.
"Master, please do it for me!" The oiran kowtowed again.
Seeing Wen Jin's hesitation, the oiran added, "Actually, the slave family also has selfish motives. If it is a good family, the slave family is just a rootless duckweed. If a life and death contract is signed, the slave family belongs to the princess! People say, 'It depends on the owner to beat a dog. ', the slave family now has someone to rely on!"
The oiran insisted on this, and Wen Jin saw that what she said made sense, so he agreed.
She then asked the oiran to sign a life and death contract.
Wen Jin hasn't left the shop yet.
Xiao Yuchen has already learned the news.
"Song Tao will get hurt if he hits a few gangsters?" Xiao Yuchen laughed angrily, "With his strength, it's impossible for him to get hurt even with his eyes closed!
"Did he arrange those gangsters? Did he write and act on his own and create this drama?"
Ji Feng bowed and said: "That's not true. He met the head shopkeeper of the Song family hall today and passed by there.
"Those ruffians seem to be the handiwork of Wen Shangshu."
Xiao Yuchen raised his eyebrows, "Shang Shu Wen? Did he eat too much salt?"
Ji Feng coughed lightly and held back laughter.
"Order the Imperial City Secretary to report him and find something for him to do." Xiao Yuchen ordered.
Ji Feng bowed and accepted the order.
"Wait!" Xiao Yuchen called him again, "Last time, I notified all the government offices below to investigate Song Tao's auction house and detain his chief shopkeeper..."
When Ji Feng heard this, he cupped his hands and said, "Yes, people and things are still being detained. The prince wants to..."
"Let it go." Xiao Yuchen lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Put the people back and return the things. You personally send someone to supervise the process. Don't leave anything behind."
"I will make up for all his losses."
Ji Feng looked at his prince in surprise... Is the prince okay? Do you want to make up for him?
"Go ahead and do it. If you have any questions, come and ask me." Xiao Yuchen waved his hand.
Ji Feng scratched his head... He understood his prince less and less.
This matter quickly reached Song Tao's ears.
"The day the letter was sent back, the big shopkeeper released it! As for the seized items, let our people take the list and go to the Yamen to order them in person.
"Someone also specifically told our people that if something is missing or damaged, just report it truthfully. That man will make it up for us.
"They even said... we will be quoted an amount for the money we will lose due to the delay in the auction, and the man will also compensate us."
This subordinate is just like Ji Feng...a monk who is two feet tall - confused.
This involves arresting people first and then releasing them. Are you asking for compensation?
Song Tao smiled coldly, "He mistakenly thought that I wanted to harm his princess. He has a villain's heart. He never thought that I saved her... You want to compensate me, don't you want to owe me a favor?"
Song Tao looked disdainful.
"Who cares about his favor? I, Song Tao, am not short of money."
After Song Tao finished speaking, he touched his injured arm.
Strangely enough, it only hurt a little for the first two days. On the third day, the wound no longer hurt at all and was still slightly itchy.
When the dressing was changed on the third day, he felt that the wound had grown. Even if I try to exert force...it doesn't hurt.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he could smell the faint fragrance of lotus again.
Rather than letting Xiao Yuchen owe him a favor...he wanted something more.
