It is easy to guess what the regular customers are thinking. In front of beauties, the talented men who claim to be romantic generally have a peculiar mentality, and they have a strong desire to "encounter by chance and live with you". However, the beauties in the romantic world always have the fear of changing their looks day by day. The young men of Wuling have been the root of their lives, and for many years, they have only fought for their hair from the young men of Wuling. Finding a good man to sell themselves again is the last profitable deal for these old ladies. Otherwise? What else can they do?
——I can also imitate the music of the Qin, wake up from the dream, and see through the world and realize that life is just a dream.
Song Wanru had no intention of becoming a nun. It was often easier for women to find jobs after being stripped of their official titles. Whether they became good women or not, they would easily jump from a volcano into a new sea of suffering. It would be more enjoyable to exchange ideas with scholars and writers. The government encouraged women to show their faces in public, so she no longer had to serve at banquets for officials of all ranks. She lived in seclusion like a lay Buddhist who didn't care about the secular world, making it increasingly difficult for the young men of the entertainment circle to see her true face, and the number of visiting cards increased.
She thought it was a little funny.
She liked to walk around Bianjing city more and more, or sit by the window in the restaurant for a day, looking at the bustling world. In fact, she couldn't remember many things in the past. Sometimes she felt that the taste of sheep's head was the same as in the past, and sometimes it seemed different. She suspected that she had remembered it wrong. The little maid asked questions stupidly, but the servants she hired were very worried about her "life event".
Song Wanru teased him: "When are you going to marry your wife?"
The servant hesitated, his eyes drifting towards the maid. The maid chirped in agreement, "Yes, yes, I will attend your wedding."
The servant's face turned red and he felt a breath stuck in his chest.
Marriage seems to be a matter of course, but she just doesn't want to compromise. Her savings are enough to last a lifetime, as long as there are no unexpected twists and turns - perhaps this is why those sisters returned to their old jobs, leaving their official status and becoming private prostitutes. Let's be unrestrained for once, and then we can't live anymore, Song Wanru said to herself. And she is not the only one who is unrestrained, sometimes she feels that the officials in the rumors are also very unrestrained.
——How come such a willful official became the leader of the revival?
Spring goes and autumn comes, time flies. The century-old events of the country suddenly came to an end, and Xixia was recovered. This was not the news Song Wanru learned from the official newspaper. She was at Wuyue Temple when she learned about it. When the scholar shouted loudly in Wuyue Temple, almost everyone in the temple was boiling.
Song Wanru turned around and said to the confused yet excited maid, "There is hope for avenging the humiliation of Jingkang."
There was a veil in front of her, but the familiar people could still recognize her. This was said casually, but someone nearby heard it and said jokingly: "Does a merchant woman also know the hatred of losing a country?"
Song Wanru turned around and saw that it was a regular customer of the main store where she worked as a courtesan, and also a "close friend" of a sister in the same business. She smiled, nodded, and did not argue, but turned and left.
The maid asked her what a merchant woman was, and she paused before answering, "A woman like me, one who survived."
The maid thought for a moment, opened her eyes wide and said, "I am also a survivor."
Young Master Pan still didn't give up - calling him Young Master was not appropriate. It had been ten years since Jianyan, and he was no longer the young man who had not yet reached the age of twenty. Song law was sympathetic to women, and after Song Wanru was released from the household register, she managed to open a teahouse. It was only because she married her godsister who was on duty and this Master Pan that she was able to stay in the huge city of Tokyo without anyone stealing her. She didn't want to turn him away, so she held her zither and asked him, "The Huangzhong Palace tune is so beautiful, what do you want to listen to?"
Mr. Pan said after a while: "Why not the Qingyu'an that we used to play?"
"In the past, I played music for a living, but now I play it as a gift to friends. Gifts to friends must be appropriate to the time." Song Wanru plucked out a high-spirited tune and said while pressing the strings, "The soldiers are marching north, and 'Four Frontiers Clear' is just right for the time."
Mr. Pan looked at her gloomily without saying anything. Song Wanru smiled and sighed, "I can't afford to return the holiday gift you sent me - Lingzheng is very generous and a very good person."
"I just want to know what kind of person my wife is interested in... I hope she won't be alone for the rest of her life."
Lonely forever? Maybe, she is already in her twenties and no longer a young lady.
There are more than a thousand riders in the east, and my husband is at the top. How can I recognize my husband? The white horse follows the black colt.
Nowadays, people in Tokyo no longer say "thieves marry soldiers". It is good for a beautiful girl to marry a scholar, but it is also acceptable for her to marry a warrior. Didn't the famous Yu Guanren marry the daughter of Zhang Taiwei as his wife after winning the third place in the imperial examination? Some people also said that if you can't enter the Imperial College now, it is also good to enter the military school. Your seventh aunt's eighth uncle must be someone who can be used by the government. People said that the military student Wang Fu was born in the imperial family and worked on duty. Later, he changed his name and followed Han Taiwei to become a general. He is probably also in the Northern Expedition this time!
The idlers in the teahouse said in unison: "Wow!"
Song Wanru suddenly remembered the tall, strong and polite servant. She listened to the noise in the teahouse downstairs and asked the maid next to her: "Do you still remember the servant we met at the Mid-Autumn Festival at Yuetai in the fifth year of Jianyan? The tall one?"
The maid who had become the servant's wife shook her head blankly. Song Wanru looked at the three characters "Wang Zhongfu" written in thick ink in front of her and sighed. She had basically forgotten what he looked like.
I just remember that he was a man who reminded people of "The Mulberry Fields" at first sight.
She liked to wear a veil and walk around Bianjing with her maids and servants, or sit in a teahouse for a day, looking out and listening to the bustling world. Many people in Bianjing knew that this small teahouse was originally opened by a courtesan. If you were lucky, you could listen to people playing the piano and flute upstairs, and if you were even luckier, you could drink the tea brewed by them. Even when the Northern Expedition was launched, it was still peaceful and lively.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
