Song Yuanhuanzhi

Chapter 75
The clear autumn between Xuan Ling's eyebrows, the warmth in her bright eyes, tenderness like waves, fresh as tea.

Song Huan only felt that just looking at Xuanling could make her feel better all day long.

Xuanling's complexion was pale and haggard, and she was even weaker after illness.

"You should have a good rest first. If you have anything to say, you can ask Young Master Liu to tell me." Song Huan couldn't help but lower his voice and speak first, seeing that the beauty was like this.

Xuan Ling leaned back against the head of the bed, curled her lips and shook her head, "It's so lonely to be alone in the room, now that the girl finally came here, I suddenly want to talk more..."

Song Huan was sitting under the window not far from the bed, the sunlight behind the window sill was shining on Song Huan, this scene made Xuan Ling beautiful.

In terms of beauty, Song Huan and Xuan Ling each have their own characteristics.

Song Huan's beauty is flexible, freewheeling, independent, confident...

Liu Mei's quiet eyes revealed a sense of casualness, and a leisurely and unrestrained aura exuded from her body, which really made her unable to take her eyes away as a woman.

It turns out that there are really women in the world who can live such an indulgent appearance.

Xuan Ling's gaze was far away, through Song Huan, she seemed to see herself imagined in a dream.

Xuanling didn't know when she came back to her senses, and said softly, "Young lady must know my identity too, the former courtesan of Hualou, named Xuanling."

Song Huan also introduced himself, "Young Master Liu is my landlord, and my name is Song Huan."

When Xuan Ling heard Liu Wenruo's name, although her smile didn't change, there was a trace of pain and sadness in her eyes.

"Master Liu is my benefactor." Xuan Ling looked at the empty yard outside the door, her voice full of gratitude.

"I heard from your conversation just now, did the girl come here specially to deliver the rent?" Xuan Ling focused her eyes on Song Huan, and her figure was reflected in her gentle and beautiful eyes.

Song Huan didn't notice that there was a flickering light in her eyes, it was a light called fascination and yearning.

As soon as Song Huan heard her question, he said, "Mr. Liu may have forgotten, but I just happened to see him today and came here."

From Liu Wenruo's unkempt appearance in Liu Zhai to his neat clothes now, Song Huan's gossip heart told himself that it must have something to do with the beauty opposite.

Xuan Ling smiled, "Young lady is really kind."

Song Huan smiled.

She is really not used to chatting with these natives, so she feels a little tired.

Sometimes I really don't know how to answer the conversation.

It was the same with Fu Yuanzhi before, but after getting along for a long time, he can also change, and the two sides get along harmoniously.

This sudden chat with a native beauty, she is still very stressed.

Xuanling is worthy of being an oiran, probably because of her previous occupation, she has been in contact with rich and powerful people, and she has been trained to speak and behave well.

Song Huan's subtle changes naturally did not escape Xuan Ling's eyes.

Xuan Ling calmly changed the subject, so that the atmosphere would not stagnate and embarrass Song Huan.

The two told each other interesting things they encountered in their lives.

Song Huan now looked like an eye-opener. It turned out that there were so many strange things in the brothel.

And Xuan Ling is also savoring the leisurely, unrestrained and unrestrained mountain life that Song Huan talks about.

After the two of them said this, they didn't feel the passage of time, and more than an hour passed in a blink of an eye, and the topic ended when Liu Wenruo brought in the medicine again.

Song Huan looked at the sunshine outside and remembered that he had to go to work, so he bid farewell to the two of them.

After Song Huan left.

Xuanling savored Song Huan's words with insatiable desire, and drank the bitter soup.

Liu Wenruo breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to drink the medicine properly.

"Miss Song is really an interesting person." Xuanling said as she handed over the bowl.

Liu Wenruo nodded, "Yes, she is also a strong woman."

Xuanling looked at him and motioned him to continue talking.

Liu Wenruo gave a brief introduction to Song Huan's family.

It turned out that Song Huan's parents were both dead, and he still needed to earn money for his elder brother and younger brother to go to school.

Liu Wenruo didn't know the relationship between Fu Yuanzhi and Song Huan, so in Liu Wenruo's view, it was Song Huan who replaced her parents, and they had to go to school to earn money to support the family.

Xuanling thought back to Song Huan she saw just now, and thought to herself, really can't see...

Thinking of those bullies who succumbed to Song Huan's power just now, he felt that Song Huan was even more powerful.

"What did Miss Song do? How could they be so obedient?" Xuan Ling asked suspiciously.

Liu Wenruo thought about it, and only told about the strange things he had heard recently.

Xuanling recalled those scenes in her mind, and chuckled, "They have hit the iron plate, and Miss Song has benefited Lu County."

Liu Wenruo also nodded in agreement, but regretfully said, "But this is all temporary. When the escorted yamen servants come back, Lu County will return to its previous level."

Xuan Ling thought, the world is difficult, and women can do it.

I don't know if Miss Song thinks the same way...

She was born in Hualou, and will soon end in Hualou. The only free time she has is to lie on the bed.

Before meeting Ms. Song, she was content with the moment, and after meeting Ms. Song, she wanted to go out for a walk.

Watching the sunrise and sunset, watching the clouds rolling and relaxing, watching everything on the earth, seeing everything in the world is worthwhile.

Xuanling just wants to be like Miss Song, to be unrestrained and unrestrained, to walk around the world, and to be her own self for once.

Liu Wenruo looked at the person in front of him who seemed to be looking much better, his eyes were sad like a drop of water dripping into the river, submerged without any trace.

But after a while, he restrained his emotions, and with an unconscious pampering on his face, he agreed, "Okay."

As long as you want, I promise.

Accompany you to travel all over the mountains and rivers, and accompany you to see the prosperity and ordinary of the world.

When Song Huan came to Liu Wenruo's residence the next day, he was told by his neighbor that he had left.

Song Huan took the letter from the neighbor.

Song Huan read the content, then laughed, put the letter close to his body, and continued to teach the "four haves" youth with "gratitude" in his heart.

Unexpectedly, it will become difficult to pay rent in the future.

... (fan)
That year, after Liu Wenruo was brought into the Hualou by his classmates, it can be said that seeing Xuan Ling was a mistake for the rest of his life.

In his eyes, Xuanling's beauty is far less attractive than her complicated and contradictory temperament.

He seemed to see a fish that had been struggling in the sea.

Fish, why do you want to leave the sea?

He wanted to pick her up...

Out of curiosity, he wanted to see clearly what she was thinking.

He indulged in it and kept digging, unknowingly, he himself was also covered with yellow mud.

It turned out that he had already sunk in when he took that step.

After that, he became a frequent visitor of Hualou.

Every time he sees her, he can find her struggling in a deeper level.

He wanted to save money to redeem her.

But before the money was saved, she fell ill.

She didn't know that she already knew.

The old bustard didn't want to find a doctor for her anymore, so he could only beg the old bustard.

He tried everything possible, copying books, borrowing money, and handing over the money to the madam every time, asking her to help ask the doctor to treat her.

However, his ability is weak, and he can't do it in the end.

He finally compromised with his family. He thought he could finally save her, but unexpectedly, Yu'er left the sea, but was greeted with death.

The boy's stubbornness did not bring him freedom, but pushed him into the abyss.

……

Xuanling is a descendant of an exiled prisoner, and at the age of 13, she became Hualou's favorite oiran.

Because of his elegant speech and decent manners, he has become the best oiran in Hualou for decades.

Every day, countless people came forward and followed her, looking at her with disgusting eyes.

He was clearly wearing clothes, but they seemed to be slowly being peeled off layer by layer by their gaze.

Every time it is a pain of suffocation.

Until she found the owner of that clear gaze.

He rescued herself many times, and from his eyes, she saw herself, the temporarily unshackled self.

It was as if God heard his request and sent him a light of redemption.

Since then, every time she appeared on the stage, she would unconsciously look around the field, and she could find the light that belonged to her with a precise glance.

After going on like this, she felt that there was still hope for such a day.

Until a bad news came.

She is ill.

For more than three years, her illness has not improved.

When the disaster came, she didn't expect that the madam would sell herself to him.

He didn't despise himself, he was as gentle and polite to himself as before, and he was always cautious in his gestures, treating himself as a treasure.

His eyes are so clear and bright.

Let yourself feel that if you are near him, you will be burned.

After all, she is a person who came out of Fengyue Field.

No matter how high the heart is, life is as thin as paper.

What she hopes most and dares not to face is the word "love"...

She dared not and could not respond to him.

Light is what gives her hope.

Not in the hand.

She, can't hold it...

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