Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 16
The results of the ten-gallery painting boat competition have been determined, and this year's oiran lady must be Fengxianlou.

"Bang" a gong sounded, and the boy who announced the curtain came to the stage.

"Guys, this year's ten-gallery painting competition, the lady Ying of Fengxianlou won the oiran." The young man read out the result of the competition, and everyone in the audience clapped their hands and smiled. : "The oiran lady who wins the boat painting competition will get a thousand gold, but this poppy lady is a bodhisattva, and is willing to donate a thousand taels of gold to the soldiers who are fighting bloody battles in northern Xinjiang."

"I'm also willing to donate, and contribute a little to the country." A businessman from Bianzhou got up, took out a bag of broken silver from his arms, and handed it to the boy standing beside him.

Everyone saw that they followed suit, groping around themselves, and some gentlemen even took off their boots, and dug out some broken silver that had been saved for a long time from the bottom.

There was an old woman by the lake, who had just listened to the ditty sung by the flower girl on the stage, thinking of her son who was serving in the army in the north, with dewy eyes full of water, tremblingly touching the only white ear on her earlobe The pendant ruthlessly tore it off, and handed it to the servant beside him who was collecting donations from everyone.

"Boom" there was another gong, and the boy who announced the curtain hastily returned to the stage, shook his hand slightly, and unfolded a painting.

Wang Zongshen's painting was actually the Fengxianlou Yingniang who just performed a dance. Seeing that the person in this painting is dressed in a skirt, tied up with blue silk, covered with a golden crown, and has a peach color, a pair of charming eyes painted meticulously, even the red under the corners of the eyes The sand hemorrhoids are all clearly drawn, the figure is delicate and soft, the person with a slender waist and full hook is full of enthusiasm, the cuffs are stained with ink to reveal the lotus-white wrists, and the two fingers are lightly twirled in a posture of flying into the sky.

This painting looks like a Buddha or a demon. Although the painting is of one person, there seem to be two faces on the person in the painting.

"This painting is Mr. Wang Zongshen. Today is a masterpiece. Mr. asked Xiaonu to auction this painting, and donate all the gold and silver you get." Many wealthy businessmen who like to collect some literature, ink and antiques under the stage heard that today they can win the king. For Mr.'s work, everyone is gearing up and wants to compete for it.

"500 taels" was the first to export and bid the price.

"How dare you open your mouth after a hundred taels? 1000 taels."

"I accept this painting with a smile, and I will offer 3000 taels."

Ying Su had already taken Fuyun out of the corridor, and heard the young man behind him say that the flower girl who had won the first prize was going to give away her daughter, she turned her head with trouble on her stern face and looked at the many people beside her. They all took out things from their arms and donated them to the soldiers in northern Xinjiang.

Now the national treasury is already empty, and the battle in northern Xinjiang can be said to be worse. If ten thousand gold can be raised today, the war in northern Xinjiang will be fruitful as soon as possible.

And the person who raised the fund was actually the young lady of Lu Guogong's mansion who teased her and didn't obey the boudoir etiquette. Ying Su felt very strange in her heart, and felt that her prejudice against her seemed wrong.

After a moment of dazed attention, he saw the young servant on the stage holding a painting, and after unfolding it, he had to admit that this woman had a very good color.

Taking another look at the people in the audience yelling for prices, I thought: If the portrait of the Duke's daughter is passed down to the public, what kind of dignity will it be?

Thinking of this, Ying Sufeng frowned, turned her head lightly and said coldly to Fu Yun who was beside her, "Buy it."

After finishing speaking, he moved his long finger and pointed to the picture of a beauty on the stage.

"Ah? Yes." Fuyun looked in the direction of her master's finger, and it was the lady Hua who had just performed.

In the past few days, Fuyun always felt that something was wrong with her master, but she didn't know what was wrong.

A few days ago, ever since Mu Cangzhai came out, the master would occasionally be dazed, and even uttered obscenities when he was distracted. I had followed the master for decades and had never seen him like this.

Another morning, I pushed open the door of my own room and saw my master fell asleep in front of the desk in an inner robe. Said in a flickering tone: It was too late to read the booklet last night.

But this folder was placed by myself, and it was clear that no one had touched it. Today, my master, who doesn't like women, actually let me take a picture of this beautiful lady in Fengxianlou. If those Yingyans in the palace know I have the heart to eat this lady.

Fuyun scratched her head, looked at the figure of her master walking away, then looked at the paintings on the stage, stomped her feet, squeezed through the crowd and moved closer to the stage
In the cabin of Wanxiang Building, Lady Chen knelt on the ground, and the red hairpin on her head was knocked down on the ground. Her tender little face was covered with bruises and handprints, and the corners of her mouth were still stained with blood. She looked very embarrassed. It's not at all like the high-spirited girl holding a long sword on the stage just now.

"Pa" Another slap landed on the small face of the Chen lady, and the tassel on the ear was also thrown to one side.

"Didn't you say that you will win the championship this time? It was a waste of my efforts to buy you, but I didn't expect it to be a useless thing." The woman who just slapped her is the owner of the Wanxiang Building, Mrs. Ge Jiang.

Seeing that Mrs. Ge Jiang seemed to be clenching her hands tightly, after she slapped Mrs. Chen on the face, she spat at her again. Feeling that she still couldn't let go of her hatred, she stretched out her toes again and kicked Mrs. Chen hard on the cheek. Hip.

Behind Mrs. Ge Jiang, there were several flower girls from Wanxiang Tower. Seeing Mrs. Chen's pitiful appearance, they covered their lips and smiled slightly, with a look of watching the show in their eyes, extremely proud.

This Mrs. Chen was originally named Chen Shuruo, and she was the daughter of the manager of a medicine store in Yangzhou. Because the manager of the drug store liked to gamble three years ago, she paid for her own store, and even married her daughter who is as beautiful as a flower.

One day, the gambler brought Chen Shuruo to Wanxiang Tower to sell herself. Ge Jiang picked her at a glance, not only because of her attractive background, but also because she practiced dancing since she was a child, and she was very talented in dancing. , I will definitely be able to win the leader in today's boat painting competition, but I don't know that Fengxianlou will come out halfway, and my Wanxianglou has already had an enmity with Fengxianlou, and I lost to others in today's competition. The old Ge Jiang was not in a hurry, so he took all the anger in his heart on the poor Chen lady.

Mrs. Chen was beaten up, but there was nothing she could do about resentment in her heart, so she got out of the cabin to ventilate, but she didn't expect to meet Lu Ziyu, the flower girl who won the first prize in Fengxian Tower.

Lu Ziyu washed off his makeup in the cabin, and wanted to get off the boat for a walk, but when he looked up, he saw Miss Chen of Wanxianglou, whose face was covered with bruises and her skirt was torn, Lu Ziyu admired this lady from the bottom of her heart. The sword dance is so graceful and colorful, seeing that she is in such a mess, she quickly walked two steps to the front of Mrs. Chen: "I don't know why the lady looks like this, but which evil animal bullied her?"

Lu Ziyu thought that this mother-in-law might have met Deng Tuzi and molested her, so she hurriedly asked with concern.

Ever since Chen Shuruo was sold into the Wanxiang Building, she has never been so cared for by anyone. Even the maids who are close to her in the building are all flattering and demeaning. Lady Hua of Fengxian Pavilion sat on the ground in grief, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had suffered in these years.

(End of this chapter)