Two Realms: Starting from playing the role of Raibe Masami

Pingkangfang, a song.

The lights are brightly lit, and the air is filled with the rich smell of powder.

Laughter, joking, flirting, music, shouts, and applause all rang out.

The charming face, the towering evil figure, the round arms, the long white thighs, the looming grass...

What a colorful world.

As the saying goes, the colorful world is charming to the eye.

Zheng Da sang a song, and all he could think about was dissoluteness and carpe diem.

Everything about Lao Zhang, Huang Tian, ​​the depression of being kicked out of the prison, and the thoughts of ruthless revenge were all forgotten.

Let's vent a little and relax our muscles first before we get down to business.

"Hey, Master Zheng, I haven't seen you for a few days."

A familiar old madam saw Zheng Da at a glance in the crowd. He twisted his water snake waist and pear-shaped hips, lifted up a white, round and large soft European bag, waved the silk in his hand, and greeted him enthusiastically.

Before Zheng Da could open his mouth, the madam, who was still in her prime and still charming, took Zheng Da's left arm and pulled it tightly into the extremely cruel evil. The whole body was almost hanging on Zheng Da's body, and the red lipstick was rubbed on her face. His lips touched Zheng Da's ear, and he breathed like orchid: "Master Zheng, Jiu Niang always misses you. You are so cruel, not seeing her for such a long time."

Zheng Da rubbed his left arm hard, raised his right hand, slapped lightly to punish the evil, and said sternly: "Don't call me Master Zheng, call me uncle."

"Okay, uncle."

The madam changed her words smoothly and immediately urged, "Master, are you going to love Jiuniang now?"

"Ah……"

Zheng Da snorted, curled his lips and said, "I will only make Jiuniang hurt, but I want to cherish you."

"oops……"

The madam twisted her body, looking very shy, "Uncle, you are really bad."

But the huge pear behind him gently bumped Zheng Da's waist without any pretense.

Just this slight bump and the ripples that could leave immediately made Zheng Da feel elated.

If there weren't too many people on the street and he couldn't use it, Zheng Da would turn into a wolf, pounce on the old bustard, and eat him.

He became very angry and got on his head.

"Come on, uncle."

At this time, the old madam covered her mouth with silk and chuckled, teasing Zheng Da, and pulled Zheng Da inside, "You are so powerful, I can't stand it, so I'd better eat Jiuniang."

Zheng Da half-heartedly, enjoying the intertwining waves of evil and pear, walked towards the building.

After only a dozen steps, the broken silver and copper coins that Zheng Da held in his arms all went into the hands of the madam amidst her sweet laughter.

After searching for the money, the old bustard handed Zheng Da to Mr. Turtle who had been waiting for him without changing his expression, and sent him to Jiuniang's room in the backyard.

Even though he missed the evil of the old bustard, Zheng Da could only let go reluctantly.

If you can work as a madam on the first floor, you won't be able to pick up customers easily.

With Zheng Da's identity, status and wealth, he was not qualified to let the madam sleep with him.

Even if you meet some customers who like mature women and have to sleep with the madam, the madam will have to think twice.

Only when the madam's backers cannot suppress her, will she dedicate herself to serve the guests she can't afford to offend.

Once people go astray, how can they escape so easily?

This is especially true for brothel women.

A pair of jade arms serves as a pillow for thousands of people, and a tiny bit of red lips can be tasted by thousands of guests.

This poem is extremely realistic, but it fails to describe the most cruel aspect of the experience of a prostitute in a brothel.

Where did the flowers and willows come from?

How many people have been abandoned by those who were unlucky?
He died of illness alone in a woodshed, was thrown into a well, beaten to death with sticks, and sunk in a mud pond...

It really corresponds to what the Buddhist bald donkey often says, all life is suffering.

After making arrangements for Zheng Da, the madam sighed, turned around, and with a bright and charming smile on her face, she came to the door of the building again to solicit guests.

Zheng Da would not sigh at this time, but his breathing was slightly heavier.

The figure is similar to that of the madam, and the equally plump Jiu Niang is wrapped around Zheng Da's body, enduring the fierce attack.

Jiuniang's eyes reflected the pink light, but her own light was gone.

This is the first customer she has received tonight, and it will definitely not be the last customer.

Since falling into the brothel, Jiuniang has had no rest after nightfall every day. She has to serve guests one after another and endure hardships.

Joy?

There is no joy at all, and even the pain is rarely felt, and has long been numb.

However, without her own light in her eyes, Jiuniang became numb and had to force a smile, pretending to be extremely happy and fragile.

Moaning, scratching, gibbering, trembling…

All means are used, just to satisfy the guests, just to end it as soon as possible and with less torture.

"When will these days end?"

Many times, Jiuniang would always ask herself this, and then get an answer that brings more piercing pain, and she becomes more and more numb.

Because these days are too long and I can’t see the end.

Unless you die.

However, once you enter a brothel, your life no longer belongs to you before you save enough money to redeem yourself.

This is true even for the oirans in Nanqu and Zhongqu.

wanna die?

Okay, pay the ransom money first.

But the ransom money is such a huge number.

As the most ordinary and low-level prostitute in Pingkangfang, Jiu Niang would have to save up for ten years even if she risked her life to pick up six customers every night.

Are these ten years just ten years?

There were more than 16,560 guests and more than 16,560 tortures!
No accidents can happen during this period, and you must have the luck to live for ten years.

Why is life so hard?

With a muffled grunt, and after enduring a fierce impact, Jiuniang let out a tear from the corner of her eye, and then let out a loud "Ah" cry.

Then, like a delicate flower that couldn't bear the wind and rain, she fell limply on the bed, trembling and twitching all over.

Zheng Da shook his body, very satisfied with his victory and extremely happy.

At this moment, all worries, anguish and anger disappeared.

The pink lights, pink gauze curtain, and pink bedding made Zheng Da confused and fascinated.

As soon as the scent of the candle specially lit in the room was blown out, the blood in Zheng Da's body began to surge again.

I want to stand up and fight for hundreds more rounds.

Jiuniang got out of her limp state in time, raised her hand to stop Zheng Da's movements, a charming smile appeared on her face, and she said: "Uncle, you only gave me the money once."

Zheng Da's movements froze, and his face suddenly turned red.

A few days ago, he took a small gamble and lost a large amount of money.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have collected broken silver and copper coins to come to Pingkangfang today.

Indeed, as Jiuniang said, he only gave the money once, not three times as usual.

So, can money used once be used twice?

No!

Even if Jiuniang is willing, the madam will not agree.

The Madam is not just the Madam, he represents this building and the powerful people behind it. A mere jailer of Weitian Prison, or a jailer who has been dismissed, what does it matter in front of the powerful?
Like ants.

Therefore, no matter how angry Zheng Da was, he did not dare to force Jiuniang, let alone vent his anger on Jiuniang. He could only stand up angrily, put on his clothes indiscriminately, and rushed out of the door.

His posture was very embarrassing, as if he was running away from a deserted place.

"Master, walk slowly."

When Gui Gong, who was guarding Jiuniang's room, saw Zheng Da running outside, he warmly waved his hand.

When Zheng Da disappeared, Mr. Turtle walked out of the darkness and walked to the door of Jiuniang's room.

"Take a break for a quarter of an hour, tidy up, and wipe away the sweat."

Mr. Turtle did not go in. He stood outside the door and knocked lightly. He said a word in an indifferent tone and closed the door.

In the room, Jiuniang pulled the red bellyband that had been pulled off earlier, reached down, wiped it a little, and then slid off the bed naked.

He came behind the screen and got into the bathtub where the water was still warm to wash himself off.

Sweat beads, odors, and even some things that Jiu Niang is extremely disgusted with can be washed away.

But can the humiliation and suffering in my heart be washed away?

Jiuniang doesn’t think it’s possible.

While Jiuniang was scrubbing her body, two maids under age quickly changed the bedding on the bed.

He also sprinkled some specially prepared fat and water into the air to suppress the odor in the air.

After doing all this, the two maids retreated.

Jiuniang was the only one in the room again.

Jiuniang stood up from the tub and walked to the bed naked without wiping the water.

Standing in front of the collapse, Jiuniang was stunned, thinking about nothing and emptying her mind.

It took a while before the activity resumed.

Putting on a clean red bellyband, Jiuniang sat in front of the dressing table and looked at herself in the hazy bronze mirror, her eyes dull.

After sniffing, Jiuniang opened the bottom layer of the treasure box on the dressing table, removed all the jewelry such as pearl necklaces, opened the interlayer, and took out a piece of paper folded into a palm-sized piece.

Carefully unwrap the folded paper.

A portrait of a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and slightly pursed lips came into Jiuniang's eyes.

Gently stroking the eyebrows and eyes of the middle-aged man in the portrait with her right hand, Jiuniang whispered to herself: "Father."

His eyes became moist little by little.

Tears gradually accumulated.

The pain of long ago, the happiness of childhood, the disaster after being separated from her father, the involuntary suffocation, extremely complex emotions suddenly broke out at this moment, all flooding into Jiuniang's mind.

My heart was already numb, but not numb enough, and it started to ache.

Jiuniang covered her stomach with both hands, bowed and curled up, and opened her mouth wide, but could not make a sound.

The tears were like broken pearls, rolling down one by one, across the cheeks, and fell on the pearls of the pearl necklace.

The snow-white pearls were soaked with tears and covered with water stains, which immediately reflected the pink light into Jiuniang's eyes.

Seeing the pink candle that always aroused lusty emotions, Jiuniang felt like she had been hit hard in the heart.

At this moment, all crying and all emotions are a joke.

Jiuniang slowly released her hand covering her stomach, straightened up slowly, stopped her tears, and folded the portrait slowly.

The paper, which is as big as a palm, can be stuffed into the mezzanine and locked in the treasure box.

Also locked together with it are Jiuniang's longing for her father, her desire to escape from the prison, her longing to escape from a miserable life, and...

Human beings are born with inherent dignity.

After closing the treasure box, Jiuniang suddenly opened the last layer.

After some fussing, the palm-sized paper appeared in Jiuniang's hand again.

"Goodbye, father."

Jiuniang held a piece of paper as big as her palm, turned around, walked to the pink candle, and whispered, "See you again."

After finishing her words, Jiuniang gritted her teeth, put the palm-sized paper on the candle, and lit it.

Paper burns when exposed to fire, turning into sparse ashes and curling smoke.

What dissipated along with the curls of green smoke was Jiu Niang's warm heart.

From then on, Jiuniang, who still missed her father, still longed for freedom, and still longed for happiness and beauty, died.

He died in Jiuniang's own hands.

Jiuniang slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened her eyes with a charming smile on her face.

Almost no different from the old bustard.

Boom, boom, boom...

"Jiuniang, Brother Jin is here to see you."

Mr. Turtle knocked on the door and shouted loudly.

Before he finished speaking, the door of the room was opened, and Mr. Turtle led a scholar in with a pale face, sloppy steps, and a smell of alcohol.

"Ouch, Brother Jin."

Jiuniang didn't wear any obscene trousers, she just walked up to her with her red bellyband that couldn't hide her beauty, and said in a sweet voice, "You haven't been here for a while."

As she spoke, Jiuniang took the scholar's hand from Mr. Turtle and pulled it toward her chest.

Mr. Turtle kept his head bowed and bent over. Without even looking at Jiuniang, he exited the room and closed the door.

The drunken scholar didn't talk nonsense, opened his mouth full of alcohol, and threw himself on Jiuniang's face.

Pink lights, pink gauze, pink bedding, pink waves...

Jiuniang was like an octopus, coiled around the scholar's body, her eyes reflected the pink candlelight, full of numbness and no light.

Just when the suffering came again in the room, the smoke from the burning palm portrait came to the outside world through the open and closed door, and floated into the sky.

After floating for a while, a gust of wind blew.

Most of the green smoke dissipated immediately, leaving only a small wisp, drifting tenaciously toward the sky.

However, this small wisp of green smoke escaped the wind, jumped into the clouds, and penetrated into the void, but it was like a drunken person who couldn't find the direction.

If you can't find the right direction, you won't be able to go where you want to go.

Like a headless fly, this small wisp of green smoke that never refused to dissipate floated in the void.

From the night of Kyushu world, it drifted to dawn.

From dawn to sunrise.

Finally drifting to a place that is not the destination, but is related to the destination.

The Imperial Academy’s sacrificial wine cupola is a place where fragments of the divine edict of the inanimate old mother are burned, as well as the connection with the believers’ true spirits and the fragments of the true spirit.

Around this place, this small wisp of green smoke goes around and around. I really want to go through this place and get into an unknown place.

Something magic happened.

This small wisp of green smoke swirled for a while, suddenly stopped for a moment, and then suddenly rushed forward.

Jumping into a tiny gap that only existed for a thousandth of an instant.

If the Imperial Academy was offering sacrifices to Jiu Kunpeng, or some other powerful person was here, perhaps he could see through this gap a young girl angel wearing a feathered coat, holding a sword in hand, presiding over the sacrificial ceremony.

I heard nearly 100,000 people shouting in unison:

"Taiyi's thunder should turn into Heavenly Lord." (End of this chapter)