The only way

Chapter 1 The Concubine Does Not Want to Be Good
Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of blue silk is worried about the new year.

Looking at the moon and protecting each other, I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals.

The thick ink is swayed, the rice paper is like snow, the white wrist deceives the frost, and the jade hand holds the pen.

Chen Guojiangnan in March is always a bit charming in the beautiful spring.

On the banks of the misty and misty Sujiang River, a woman leaning over a desk by the window, with bright red clothes and bright eyes.

The girl serving at the desk was wearing a bun, but she was only young, she was wearing a plain blue cloth dress, and her thick bangs covered most of her eyebrows and eyes. At first glance, she seemed plain and unremarkable.

Quietly poking his head, Lingchu read out the poem on the paper lightly, with a dazed look on his face.

The woman in the red dress is also a gorgeous scenery that cannot be ignored in this charming Jiangnan of Chen Guo.

Countless romantic and talented people praised it, and countless high-ranking officials and dignitaries bowed to it for its stunning beauty. The geisha and Huanniang who are famous all over the country of Chen.

Huanniang has experienced all kinds of things in her life, and she is in the place of fireworks. She can see the love of the world most clearly, and she is calm when dealing with it.

When Lingchu was four years old, she was sold into a brothel, and was taken by Huanniang's side as a maid. She stayed in Fuchun Tower for four full years, and she was also by Huanniang's side for four years.

Huanniang taught her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and also taught her to read and read, but she cut her thick bangs since she was a child, and she was not allowed to step into the front hall at night.

She is not allowed to wear bright clothes on weekdays, all year round, but green shirts and buns.

Huang Li, a singing girl next door, always said that Huanniang was on guard against her, lest she grow up and steal Huanniang's business.

But Lingchu didn't believe it. In this building, she had seen too many bickering tricks among women, plus the books Huanniang taught her to read, so she understood more or less. This might be the provocation in the legend.

Well, it's a bit low-level, is this underestimating her?Think she's a liar?
She is not a three-year-old child.

Lingchu, who was six years old at the time, would often smile and nod in agreement after listening to Huang Li's words, then secretly disdain, turn around and go to Huanniang to talk.

Huanniang always listened quietly, then gently stroked Lingchu's hair, smiled and praised her for being smart, and then bought her favorite frosted hawthorn balls for Lingchu.

Then the next day, the oriole will always be unlucky.

In the morning, I picked up the lip balm and sipped it, the sleepiness on my face was still there, a pungent smell went straight to my ears and nose, Huang Li's delicate face changed color instantly, and I hurried to pour tea, a cup of tea was in my mouth, the spiciness was not gone, and the bitterness permeated my tongue, Obviously, spicy powder was added to the mouth fat, and bitter gourd juice was added to the tea.

Among them, there are many tricks, but they are harmless.

Every time seeing Huang Li jumping into a rage to seek out her rival Maiko Cai Er to make a scene, Ling Chu, who is now eight years old, still can't help but want to laugh.

Some of these little pranks were done by her, and some by Huan Niang.

The two always tacitly kowtow melon seeds, eat cold melons and watch operas, never tired of it.

When studying, there was something Lingchu didn't understand, and Huanniang explained it clearly, as if nothing could trouble her. The person Lingchu admired most when she was young was Huanniang.

As he grew older, Lingchu also gradually understood a lot. He knew where the Fuchun Building was, the painstaking efforts of Huanniang, and the difficulty of the women in the building.

The admiration has not diminished, but the dullness has inexplicably increased by three points.

I remember one time, she saw the domineering and mighty Oriole in front of her, drunk and vomited all over the floor.

A face that has always been meticulously drawn is as pale as the fine rice paper, pulling Ling Chu to babble and sing for a while, then stretching her neatly trimmed nails painted with vermilion Danko against Ling Chu With thick bangs at the beginning, he slurred a long paragraph of words, but Lingchu only heard one sentence clearly.

Oriole said, don't follow in their footsteps.

Finally left crying and laughing.

Afterwards, I heard from Meizi, a maid in the same room, that Huang Li was cheated by a poor scholar. As a result, her life and wealth were lost, and the money she had saved for redemption for several years was gone.

Later, Oriole was still the domineering woman with heavy make-up, and she was still the singer of Fuchunlou with a melodious voice like Oriole.

It's just that he never had a fight with the dancing girl Cai'er again, and never talked about Huanniang with Lingchu again.

As for Lingchu, he no longer had the opportunity and interest to play pranks.

She still remembered that Huanniang said to the bright sunlight outside the window after what happened to Oriole, sighing and mockingly, that love is the most extravagant thing in Fuchun Building.

In the end, he sighed deeply, since ancient times, passion is nothing but hatred.

In Lingchu's eyes, Huanniang is the most intelligent and free-spirited person.

How can I write such a poem with obvious melancholy today?
"Let me tell you a story."

Huanniang put down her paintbrush, leaned against the window sill, looked at the sparkling river outside the window, her expression was calm, and there was a trace of reminiscence in her eyes.

Once upon a time, there was a woman who was born in a scholarly family and was the only daughter in her family. She had parents who loved her and grew up with a handsome and knowledgeable bamboo horse. Her life plan was very simple, and she would marry him.

Zhuma went out to study, while Qingmei stayed in the boudoir, waiting day and night for the king to return, and promised her a lot of red makeup.

Who would have thought that her family was in decline and her parents died.

She stood by and waited for him, but what she waited for was a Taoist certificate, and the bamboo horse entered the Taoist monastery and became a Taoist priest.

In the end, she fell into prostitution, and for ten years, she never saw her again.

Huanniang's soft voice and the beautiful scenery in March are as moving as spring breeze, but her eyes are alienated and indifferent.

Lingchu opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

She thought of the gossip that her roommate Meizi told her yesterday.

Meizi was serving tea and water in the front hall. She said that last night, a young Taoist priest actually came to the building.

"Tonight, you come to my room." Huanniang smiled and ordered, and raised her hand to let Lingchu go back.

Lingchu returned to the room full of doubts, she didn't know why Huanniang wanted her to go to her room.

You know, on weekdays, Huanniang never let Lingchu out at night.

At night, after entering Huanniang's room, Lingchu realized why Huanniang called her here, because there was a Taoist priest sitting opposite Huanniang in the room.

Lingchu consciously stood behind Huanniang, and quietly took a look at the Taoist priest.

I saw that the Taoist priest looked only in his early twenties, with fair complexion, sculpted eyebrows and bright eyes, and a dusty temperament. He didn't look like he was 30 years old at all.

It may be that Lingchu came in at the wrong time, and the conversation between the two parties was obviously a little stiff.

"Back then, I went to look for you, on the day you and Ji." The Taoist raised his eyes to Huanniang.

"I've been there too." Huanniang's eyes were flat and without a trace of emotion.

"Where are you? I went to your house but found..." The Taoist hesitated to speak.

"I went to your house, and your parents said you didn't come back." After Huanniang finished speaking, she smiled softly, she was no longer the innocent girl she was back then.

She knew very well what his parents thought. It was nothing more than a misfit.

The Taoist priest's face changed slightly, "Wan'er, I..."

"Needless to say," Huanniang said with a sudden smile, "In the end, we still missed it, and we can't go back to the past, right? You can't, and neither can I."

The Taoist priest was speechless, and sighed, "But after all, I am sorry for you."

I couldn't be by your side when you needed me the most.

"None of us is wrong, but it's just that we didn't have a chance." Huanniang poured a cup of tea, took a sip, looked at the shame on the Taoist's brow, and smiled lightly, "You don't have to worry about it, I'm doing very well now. "

"But I want to make it up to you."

"Make it up? How to make it up?" Huanniang covered her lips and smiled coquettishly, her winking eyes were as bright as spring flowers, "Are you going to marry me? Or should I marry you from the good side?"

"Marriage is not forbidden in Taoist temples. What I cultivate is Taoism, not Buddha." The Taoist priest focused his eyes on Huanniang.

Huanniang suppressed her smile and said in a sad tone, "Unfortunately, I don't want to be a good concubine."

The Taoist priest's face darkened, "Wan'er...why bother."

"He Chuyi, if you really want to make up for me, you might as well promise me one thing." Huanniang said with the corners of her lips curled up.

He Ziyi nodded without hesitation.

"Okay," Huanniang pulled Lingchu, who was acting as a wooden figure, "I want you to take her away and take good care of her."

He Biyi was a little surprised, but still agreed without hesitation, while Lingchu stared blankly at Huanniang.

"Let's go, you can come here tomorrow and take her away, after that, you won't owe me anything, you and I are both clean." Huanniang issued the order to evict her.

He Zhiyi took a deep look at Huanniang, got up and left silently.

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