Heartburn

——Wait, how do I remember that Caiyun Pavilion's manager is not this seductive man?

Hearing my question, he smiled disapprovingly, but didn't care why I knew it, as if it were not a secret.

"That Yiliang is also making his own way. It's not good to offend anyone, but he actually offends our boss, His Royal Highness, he deserves to teach people to kill... Now, I am afraid that there is grass growing on the grave." Ming Yan covered half of his face with a fan. , But his eyes are full of gloat.

It's no wonder he is like this-if the previous one did not lose sight of the matter, how could he be given his turn to fill the vacancy?

But at the beginning, I clearly only removed his position of manager, taught people to reward him with twenty boards, and didn't teach people to take off his head. Although I will raise him for a period of time, I won't die like that, right?

Before I could ask, Ming Yan shook his fan indifferently, and shook his head and added: "It's also his bad life. I don't know which adult he offended. After playing the board, he taught people to carry it to the corner alley. He was not allowed to approach, nor was he sent to the hospital. He died completely within a few days, and his body did not pretend to be mortal, so he rolled the mat and threw it into the mass grave to feed the wild dogs... !"

——So, that Yiliang's death, I'm afraid that I can't get rid of it.

However, the former steward died, and now in this entire Caiyun Pavilion, no one can recognize the identity of my boss.

Although I don't have to worry about teaching people to discover and ruin King Ling's reputation, it also means...I've fallen into another involuntary dangerous situation.

"How do you plan to buy me?" From my point of view, Ming Yan can become a new manager. It shouldn't be easy to follow. It's a pity that I can't easily expose my identity. Otherwise, I will be someone Jiang Zhuo. Caught back to the palace-and, even if I wanted to show my identity, I couldn't even get a token.

"Of course it's to open the door to do business~" He gave me a funny look, as if he couldn't understand how I would ask such a silly question, "You look like you, even if you are an oiran, you can fight for the seat of —— Besides, you are still a woman, which is even more attractive to those noble ladies! The man who is tired of playing with the beautiful, the handsome and beautiful woman is more popular... I, I point to you to defeat the Jinqifang, Contend for this tone for my Caiyun Pavilion!"

"I'm afraid your wishful thinking is going to fall." I tried to move my hands and feet, but I was still weak. It seems that the amount of this medicine has been given a lot. I simply gave up my plan to move my hands and feet, and turned my head to look at my face with a smile. Ming Yan said calmly, "I can neither play piano or dance nor do poetry and singing. I speak straightforwardly and have a bad temper. What if I scare away your guests?"

"It's okay," he approached the bed carelessly, picked up a strand of hair on my sideburn and played with his fingers, his eyes were coquettish and as if he could see everything coldly, "I don't expect you to do this... …You probably still don’t know the value of your face."

"...Hehe." Of course I understand the value of this face, but who knows the consequences of this face?

"Also, you'd better not think about any tricks," loosening that strand of hair, he narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice and threatened, "My helpers in Caiyun Pavilion are not easy to provoke... Don't ask for trouble, understand?"

I am a sword, and I am a fish. Until my mobility is restored, everything is useless. It would be better to save a bit of effort-I close my eyes and ignore him.

He didn't intend to make a complaint either, and soon pushed the door and left.

The strong and pungent scent quietly went away, and my strained heartstrings finally relaxed: I always thought that the disaster that Kwong Xihan’s identity brought to me was beyond imagination, but in the real experience time and time again Refresh my endurance...Dangling Lingwang was actually sold to the brothel under his name. Is there anything more ridiculous and ridiculous than this?

I couldn't help but wonder whether the decision to escape from the palace and escape Jiang Zhuo was right or wrong...

In the next few days, Ming Yan would come to see me sometimes, but most of the time he didn't show up. He just sent someone on time every day to deliver a bowl of medicine that would teach people to be weak.

I drank the medicine obediently, but quietly contained the residue of the concoction at the bottom of the bowl, and vomited it in the hollowed-out flower pot on the windowsill after the person left, and let it dry naturally. After a few days, it also precipitated. A packet of white rice ends.

The limbs are still not able to use strength, but they are not too immobile. So Ming Yan found out that I pretended to be unable to move, but only secretly moved my hands and feet when I was alone.

The medicated rice collected in that small packet taught me to hide it close to my body, which has become my biggest support.

During the onset of the drug's effects, Ming Yan arranged for a 13- or 14-year-old girl to serve me. Seeing that she was young but with amazing strength, she picked me up easily and placed it behind the screen. In the tub.

For a few days, she came to help me take a bath, and over time, it became less repulsive.

That evening, when the girl came to bathe for me, she also brought an overheard—tonight was the day when I was officially listed.

Because my hands and feet can’t get my strength, and the other party and I are generally women, from the beginning of humiliation and embarrassment, I didn’t bother to hide it anymore, and simply relaxed my body and leaned against the wall of the tub, letting her squirt for me. Wiping his back.

"Sister Xin, your skin is so good, it's smoother and tenderer than those young masters!" The little girl touched my shoulder and suddenly said with emotion.

——I told Ming Yan that my real name was "Jian Xin". Although he looked disbelief, he didn't hold it down, but told others to call me "Girl of Heart".

I couldn't help but smile: I'm afraid, if I call myself "Kuang Xihan", I will teach him more suspicion, right?

"Oh, little girl film, how do you know that the skin of those young masters is not slippery than me? Could it be that you have touched it?" Seeing that she is just a boyish girl, I don't have so much scruples, and I still have a leisurely heart with her. Made a joke.

"That's not true..." She chuckled a few times, and then replied, "But, you are more handsome than everyone I have seen! Even the Lord Ruyue in our building is not as good-looking as you!"

"Hey, kids from my family, what do you know is good-looking?" He slapped a handful of water with his backhand and splashed it at her playfully. When she was laughing and avoiding, she took advantage of the situation and changed the subject.

——What's the use of having a good skin bag?

It's not that it's falling into the dust and being slaughtered.

If the original master knows my current situation, and is afraid that he will jump his feet with anger, he will not give me the control of the body in any way?

I laughed at myself, took a deep breath, and immersed my whole body in the water. After letting out my thoughts, I couldn’t help but feel distressed: Ming Yan intends to make me appear tonight, but my medicine has not completely faded. If I escape, I can only I'm afraid I'll be caught back after a few steps.

In that case, is it all resigned?

Time is never shifted by human will.

As night fell, it was no longer quiet outside the Caiyun Pavilion, with busy traffic and loud voices, slowly revealing the drunken side.

With the help of the girl, I put on the clothes specially prepared by Ming Yan. The style is different from that of Dawu's women's clothing. The details are slightly improved. Although it is a lot more cumbersome, it has a more chest-shaped waist. From the perspective of time and space, it should be a well-received clothing, but in this situation, there is no way that there is a sense of slight and amiable.

As an ordinary Dawu woman, she would definitely feel extremely humiliated-even if it was me, a foreign ghost, it would feel a little uncomfortable under the influence of ears and eyes.

When the girl was braiding my hair, Ming Yan suddenly shook her fan and twisted in. He went around and looked at me for a while, then brushed away the girl's hand and took care of my hair personally.

Enduring the scent of his body and the movement of his touching the hair, I simply closed my eyes and silently carried the eight honors and eight shames in my heart-even if I had the intention to resist, I had to weigh whether my body could stand it. Group of thugs toss.

"Very well, let's go out now, don't make the distinguished guests wait in a hurry." I don't know how long it has passed, Ming Yan gently put his hands together, and said with a little excitement.

When the voice fell, I opened my eyes and saw that the hair that was originally braided was all unraveled. After straightening it out, it fell naturally, only tied loosely with a scarlet ribbon at the end of the hair, quite chic. It means that against this delicate face, it is really indistinguishable from male and female.

Fortunately, Ming Yan looked at it for a moment and then nodded to indicate that he was done. He repeatedly urged me to leave, instead of continuing to pour over my face, asking me to apply fat and rice.

As he walked out of the room that had trapped me for several days, through a corridor, the connecting second floor platform was already full of people. Following him, walking through the crowd without squinting, but I didn't expect that the people who were still laughing with the beautiful teenagers around him would look to me at the same time. What's more, they were laughing and moving their hands and feet.

Ming Yan smiled and talked with these indomitable clients, while blocking most of the frivolity for me, but there were still a few fish that slipped through the net, and this touched my face. The one pinched a pinch on my waist, and the scene was about to get out of control for a while.

Fortunately, this road is not too long. With the girl’s sturdy body as a cover, I finally got past the surrounding of these alcoholic diners, walked down the stairs, and stood on the empty stage in the center—as a commodity, waiting for the price. sell.

For a moment, the laughter and curse quieted down, and facing the stern eyes, I only felt my throat tightened, my stomach contracted, and I couldn't help feeling nauseated.

However, the only thing that taught me to care was the woman in Chinese clothes sitting upstairs opposite.

She was leaning in the chair of the grandmaster with uninteresting interest, and occasionally glanced downstairs, with Erlang's legs tilted, peeling melon seeds to pass the time, but when she met my gaze, she suddenly sat upright.

His eyes were round and his mouth was open enough to fit an egg, as if he was shocked.

Being teased by her silly look, at this embarrassing and humiliating time, she couldn't help but laugh.

——Unexpectedly, it was an acquaintance.