Chapter 37 New Clothes She is quite interesting.
Since Qiao Mei was the chief courtesan, the little pavilion she lived in was naturally a place of soft fragrance and embroidery.
In Baihua Tower, prostitutes, no matter whether they were young or famous, would serve in the corner room next to the small pavilion where they lived when they were entertaining guests. The room was not very spacious, but it had everything. The bed and small windows were decorated with light and thin gauze, and goose pear incense was burning in front of the bed, which made people imagine a lot when they smelled it.
Qiao Mei sat in front of the mirror, which reflected the handsome man with a handsome face sitting silently by the window. Although he was the financial sponsor who contracted her today, Qiao Mei still didn't know his name. She only knew that his surname was Zhu.
She turned around and stopped looking at him through the bronze mirror. Instead, she looked at him openly, overcoming all obstacles. Qiao Mei couldn't help but be stunned. Her husband had a slender figure and a graceful posture. Just by sitting under the hazy sunlight filtered by the window paper, he was already overwhelming all the men in the world.
He held a tome with an ink-gray cover in his hand, and his mind was clearly not on her.
In the past, the men who entered this room would at best speak obscenely to her, and at worst, physically assault her. Even though Qiao Mei was a prostitute, selling her art but not her body, she would still be touched on the face and waist by her patron, or even forced to take the final step by using their power. At worst, they would compensate the brothel and its owner for gold and silver afterwards. The couch in the prostitute's corner room was for this purpose, and this Mr. Zhu...
Two sticks of incense before, Mother Chen ushered the man into her room. He crossed the threshold and sat directly on the brocade stool by the window. Even when Qiao Mei lifted her veil, he did not raise his eyes. Qiao Mei only heard him say indifferently, "Le Kui, please do as you please. I will leave when the time comes."
This was the first and last sentence he said after entering.
He lowered his head and brows, staring at the book in his hand until now. Because his knuckles were slightly covered, Qiao Mei could only vaguely see the word "Huai".
Qiao Mei's hand has been particularly nagging lately, often mis-timing notes and slowing down the tempo, making it difficult for her to play. Besides, Master Zhu was absorbed in his reading, so how could she disturb him with her chaotic music? Since Qiao Mei couldn't play the konghou, and since she hadn't yet been registered as a prostitute, if she were to secure a contract with a wealthy patron, she would have to dance and engage in idle chatter, while Master Zhu... simply ignored her.
On the other hand, yesterday's Young Master Lu Jue...
Qiao Mei gritted her teeth. He must have deliberately loosened the wine cup and aimed at the right position to ensure that the wine would splash onto her face.
However, Lu Jue was more obedient than she expected and did not do anything to her. He was just extremely blunt and vulgar in his words and asked Qiao Mei if she could play mahjong.
Qiao Mei once again shifted her gaze to the man sitting by the window.
He turned the page with his fingers and laughed.
When they looked up, their eyes met.
Song Xieqing's smile faded as he averted his eyes. "I'm here because your mother asked me to. According to the rules of Baihualou, I can redeem you from the brothel in two days. I will not do anything lewd to Le Kui. Accepting Le Kui's services is merely a necessary step in redeeming you."
Qiao Mei suddenly realized something, the weight of the burden finally lifted from her heart. She still had many questions to ask, such as where did her mother come up with the thousand taels of gold? Would she need her help? Another example: the ransom of the captive required three days of custody. The young master of the prefect's family was clearly trying to buy her freedom. Would Master Zhu and her mother's remaining funds be enough to outbid Lu Jue?
Because of what happened with Lu Jue yesterday, Mother Chen confined her and Yu Sha to Baihua Tower, and Qiao Mei had no way of knowing what Liu Rutang and Zhu Hao were planning.
In the end, Qiao Mei did not ask any questions, because the young master was watching with extreme concentration. If she interrupted him, it would seem that she was unworthy of her benefactor.
Besides...
Although Qiao Mei was not good at embroidery, she could tell at a glance that the snow-blue cloud-patterned robe on Zhu Langjun was made by a famous embroiderer. Qiao Mei had been living in a brothel since she was a child, and had been served by countless young men, so she could also see a thing or two. Not only was Zhu Langjun not interested in her, but snow-blue was a color rarely worn by men as outerwear. This color, after purple and pink, was more popular among girls, and there were many clever ideas in it.
This person is probably married, and this gown must have been chosen for her by her wives or concubines. In this case, as a prostitute, she has the help of a husband, so she should keep a distance from his husband and not talk too much about him.
Qiao Mei no longer stared at Song Xieqing. She turned around and rubbed the muscles of her right hand. She just hoped that time would pass quickly.
The time period for sharing a room with Kuizhe is from Si to Shen, so the sponsor usually eats with Kuizhe. Qiao Mei endured the difficulties and hardships until the meal time, but turned around and fell into another ice cave, just because, Master Zhu thanked her for the meal, and as a prostitute, if her employer did not eat, how could she eat by herself?
Song Xieqing noticed that Qiao Mei had not picked up her chopsticks yet, thinking that she was not hungry. He did not ask, but just lowered his eyes and continued to read the Huaixianlu. The book was full of scolding and criticism against him, but Song Xieqing smiled and did not take it seriously.
Zhu Hao had not yet read the whole book, and the marks left by annotations and turning pages were only halfway through. Song Xieqing looked at Zhu Hao's crooked handwriting. He found it funny that he saw the justice of his words and the decisiveness of his arguments.
The young lady has no knowledge of the subject, but she is very eloquent and can make black into white. She is quite interesting.
A magnolia on the windowsill swayed in the red sun, its shadow stretched out to the east. It was already the afternoon, and without Qiao Mei's reminder, Song Xieqing walked out of the house.
He walked to the spiral staircase of the main building and glanced at the high platform in the main hall. He saw dancers with fluttering long sleeves and charming willows and flowers. Song Xieqing looked around again and saw that the hall was full of guests, his eyes fixed on pearls.
The floating wind was mixed with the strong smell of wine and powder. Song Xieqing frowned. He didn't find these two things disgusting before. The former was because he was addicted to alcohol, and the latter was because he had smelled the smell of powder on Zhu Hao's body, which was far from being so pungent.
Song Xieqing walked down the stairs. People were coming and going on the spiral staircase, and everyone was looking at him. After all, who wouldn't want to see the boy who dared to snatch a woman from Young Master Lu?
At this moment, Lu Jue and Yu Sha just walked out of the private room on the first floor. Yu Sha rubbed her cheeks. She had played mahjong with Lu Jue for a whole day. Her face gradually became stiff because of her forced smile. When she thought that she would have to live like this for several more years, Yu Sha felt upset. She hoped that she could become as famous as Qiao Mei, so that when she redeemed herself, she would still have enough money to support herself.
However, she is different from Qiao Mei in many ways. For example, before Qiao Mei was sold to Baihua Tower, she had already learned to play the guzheng. She was talented since she was young and had never served prostitutes as a maid. Ever since she entered the brothel, she was raised by her mother as a top prostitute. Therefore, before she became a prostitute to greet guests, the guests had never seen Qiao Mei. Even now, only those wealthy patrons who spent huge sums of money to contract her have seen Qiao Mei's true face. As for Yusha, she has been a waitress since she was young, so her true face is visible to everyone. Even if she becomes a prostitute one day and can wear a veil to entertain guests, it will be of no use.
Because of this relationship, when Yusha redeems herself and leaves the brothel, the former guests of the brothel will definitely tease her as a former prostitute if they meet her. It will be difficult for her to find a good husband and settle down, let alone a true lover.
Well, as long as she has enough money, she can live without a man. Naturally, a man with money and good looks should be the first choice. Lu Jue is only good-looking, not very successful.
The more Yusha thought about it, the more she drifted away. She forced herself to stop thinking about it. Seeing the young man who had taken care of Qiao Mei today coming down the stairs, she just glanced at him and then looked away. She had been pestered by Lu Jue all day, so she had to go and see how Qiao Mei was doing.
After all, there are plenty of men who are all show and no substance, seemingly dressed in finery but actually beasts in human form. Furthermore, Qiao Mei's personality is so soft. With this in mind, she hurriedly bid farewell to Lu Jue, who looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze. Without waiting for his response, Yusha dashed straight for the spiral staircase.
The drunkard appeared out of nowhere and collided with her left shoulder with his fat body. The drunkard spilled the turbid wine in the pot all over her. Yusha slipped and she fell backwards.
In a flash, Yusha caught a glimpse of Song Xieqing passing by her. She couldn't reach the escalator, but was only an arm's length away from Song Xieqing. Without thinking too much, Yusha pounced towards Song Xieqing, hoping he would help her.
Logically speaking, she has rosy cheeks and an apricot-shaped face. As a man, you can't bear to see a beautiful woman suffer. And which man doesn't dream of being a hero and saving a beautiful woman?
Even if she is not good-looking, as long as the person who comes is not a very evil person, if he sees a woman fall, he should at least help her.
So much so that when Yusha lay on the floor in pain and fell down with the drunkard, with frequent swelling and pain in her back and the back of her head, she still found it unbelievable.
The culprit must be the fat drunkard. After this incident, Yusa no longer felt disgusted by the drunkard. She endured the pain and got up, staring at Song Xieqing who was standing two steps away with disgust in her eyes. He did not accept Yusa's resentful look, but just lowered his head to look at a gray-yellow stain on his lapel.
The drunkard also splashed the wine on Song Xieqing.
The singing, dancing and music all around seemed to isolate him. Yusha saw this man frowning slightly. He put the book in his hand into his arms and rubbed the wine stains on his collar with his fingertips.
General Yusha had only taken a cursory glance, but now that he was so close to him, he intuitively felt that this man was extraordinary. However, he saw that he was wearing a snow-blue cloud-patterned robe that fitted him very well, except that the sleeves were a little long. However, considering the young man's sword-like eyebrows and phoenix-like eyes, he seemed to have a divine demeanor, so this flaw was ignored.
Song Xieqing rubbed his collar repeatedly, but the wine stains were still not wiped off. He lightly brushed his robe and brought his thoughts back to the time before he left.
The sky was half covered by the golden crow, and the morning breeze was blowing gently. Song Xieqing was lying on his side under a pomegranate tree, taking a light nap. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound coming from the meadow. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhu Hao pacing in the inner courtyard with a snow-blue dress in her arms. She looked around in the rocking chair from time to time, and the corners of her mouth, which were originally slightly raised, gradually sank.
She was looking for him.
Song Xieqing casually used the invisibility spell, and the next moment he saw the young lady running towards him with one hand holding the hem of her skirt and the other holding the snow-white clothes. There was a dense weed under the pomegranate tree, and there were tree roots growing out of the soil. She was wearing a long fairy skirt that dragged on the ground, and it was difficult to hold the tail of her skirt with one hand, not to mention that Zhu Hao's eyes were fixed on him. Seeing this, Song Xieqing subconsciously calculated the time in his heart.
Sure enough, in just two breaths, Zhu Hao's left foot twisted to the side. Song Xieqing immediately stretched out a finger to stabilize her body that was about to fall, and then flashed to Zhu Hao's side.
Zhu Hao thanked him, looked him up and down, and pushed the clothes in his arms towards him, "Would you like to try my new gown today?"
Song Xieqing glanced at the long gown he was wearing. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but said, "When using magic to change your appearance, just change your clothes."
Being in a place of romance, he naturally cannot show his true face. At least he is still Zhu Hao's husband on the surface.
Zhu Hao lifted the chasuble with both hands and explained, "As for me, once the clothing store I run with Liu Rutang is stable, I plan to focus more on men's clothing and expand my clientele, not just women's dresses. This chasuble was embroidered in my spare time. I think the size seems to fit you. Besides, it's easy to change chasubles."
Seeing that he remained silent and didn't even take the gown, Zhu Hao continued, "I originally wanted to ask Chunsheng to try it on, but before I could finish tailoring it, he went to the capital. So I thought of asking you to try it on."
There was hope in her eyes. Song Xieqing thought that since Shi Chunsheng had gone to Kyoto, he was indeed the only man who was relatively familiar with Zhu Hao. It would only take a flick of his finger. Besides, Zhu Hao was always good at speaking. If he insisted on refusing, Zhu Hao would inevitably make a lot of noise. Therefore, Song Xieqing took the robe as he was told, and in the blink of an eye, he had activated magic to put on the robe.
Zhu Hao stared at him for a long moment, then suddenly reached out to his collar, smoothing out the wrinkles for Song Xieqing. "I've never seen you wear this snow-blue color before, but it really suits you so well." She then fiddled with the sleeves, muttering to herself, "The sleeves are a bit long, almost a finger? I must have misjudged it. If I get the chance, I'll have to measure it carefully..."
Song Xieqing came to his senses and rubbed the yellow stain on his lapel again. He repeated this several times, but still to no avail.
That's all.
He stepped forward, thinking that at worst he could use magic to eliminate it later.
Song Xieqing walked to the gate. When he was leaving Baihua Tower, he turned slightly and glanced at the drunkard calmly.
Sharp as a knife.
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The author has something to say: Xiao Song: My wife is so interesting hehe, I am so happy to wear the clothes my wife made hehe, I have to catch my wife when she falls hehe, and my wife smells the best hehe, the clothes my wife made for me are dirty T^T
I want to have a good brain.
(If I don’t write during the day, I will cry in the early morning)
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