On that day, I walked into the store like last time, but I said to the old bustard directly, "I still want that Yanji girl to accompany me that day, and I can give you double the silver tael."

The old bustard was still staring at my face with greed, and even when I stepped into this place of pleasure with my front foot, many of my clients looked at me in amazement, apparently they were in disbelief that a tall man had a face dozens of times more beautiful than the most beautiful woman in the brothel. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Alas, it is a great honor for our little shop to come again, guest officer, did you still have a good time serving our girl last time?" The old bustard came over again with a shy face, stretched out his hand and patted it in front of me, looking flattering and disgusting, which made me feel sick to my stomach.

I wanted to push her away, but I knew that she was the master here, and Yan Ji was now a money-making machine under her hands, so I just quietly pushed her hand away, a little angry and a little resentful gritted my teeth and said, "It's not bad, but the Yan Ji girl's skills are not good, and I don't know if it's a raw hand."

I just wanted to test her, but I didn't expect the old bustard to follow my words and take the past, and said in an extremely flattering tone: "Guest officer, Yan Ji, this new girl is indeed clumsy, and she is a Westerner who does not understand the language, and she is really not suitable for serving a distinguished guest like you, why don't I call you a top Oiran in our small place to accompany you, and make sure that you will be raised in a short period of time."

When I heard this, I snorted in my nose, and sneered, "That's not necessary, if it's a raw hand, you need someone to be patient, you just call Yan Ji to me to serve."

Who knew that the old bustard saw me push her away, and the tone was conclusive, and he had to serve Yan Ji by name, but his expression became more and more wrong, and I faintly had a bit of foreboding in my heart, could it be that something happened to Yan Ji?

Sure enough, what the old bustard said made my heart tighten." Childe, do you know, although our girl in the land of flowers and willows did come out to sell laughter and accompany wine, but this Yan Ji is different from other taciturn Western women, she is extremely strong, the last time you gathered such a crowd, she just looked calm and went back to change her clothes as usual, but she felt greatly humiliated in her heart, while the other girls slept at night, she secretly hid in the bathroom with scissors to cut herself, fortunately I got up at night to find out, only to save in time, but now the injury is still not good, and the wrist is wrapped in a circle of gauze in her room to recuperate, so it seems inappropriate for her to drag the sick body to serve you”

When I heard this, I felt a deep sadness in my heart, how could these old bustards, who were only busy in the brothel with the business of prostitutes, counting the silver every day until their hands cramped, pity a tool to make money? Yan Ji was so badly injured because of my insult, and the bustard's first reaction was not to be angry with me and blame me, but to be afraid that she would be injured and would not be able to take customers, and make me angry.

"I'll give you all this money, I'll buy it for the next week, don't let anyone come and disturb me," I immediately untied a bag of silver from my waist almost reflexively, but with a sense of contempt and disgust, I gave the old bustard all the money and quickly fled.

The old bustard obviously didn't know why I had such a deep obsession with Yan Ji, but he was a little stunned and took the big bag of silver, and pointed out the way in the back, "The third room on the left on the second floor is her room."

I rushed to the front of the room, my heart was beating wildly, even nervous to the extreme, I was afraid that she would hate me, but I was even more afraid that she had forgotten me, that summer night.

I looked up at the center of the bed, there was a small figure curled up in a ball, she covered the quilt but it was not as natural as others, her face was pale and her whole body was wrapped in the quilt, the feeling was like a hedgehog, she protected herself tightly, as if the world was so big but only a quilt could protect her comfort, almost just a glance, I felt my nose sour.

"Yan Ji" I called softly again, stretched out my hand and touched her forehead, her forehead was extremely hot, like charcoal, but her body kept trembling, and on a small coffee table next to her was messily placed some inferior trauma medicine prescribed by the Jianghu miscellaneous doctor, but the water in a white porcelain bowl was bottomed out, which made me feel a colic, it was I who caused her to be like this, and she was so miserable that she almost wanted to give up the last life she had and go to a desperate situation.

I don't know how I spent that night, I only know that she was always in a state of high fever and half asleep, shivering for a while, and moaning uncomfortably with hot sweat all over her body, the scars on her hands have turned into pus, exuding a bad smell, but surprisingly there is no disgust in my heart, I keep changing her dressing, feeding her water, cooling her, busy all night, busy dizzy, but there is only one thought in my heart I still owe her a life, she must not die, must not die.

Maybe she vaguely knew that someone had been busy taking care of her, and sometimes when she was awake, she would keep whispering "Thank you" in a soft, grateful tone like that night, in non-standard words...... Thank you......"

It's just that she looked so calm and noble that night, but today she is on the verge of dying, unkempt, pale as paper looks so weak, but she will smile and mutter, as if the world has never hurt her, maybe it was at that moment that I really knew that I couldn't let go of her, and at that moment I clearly felt that I had a deep love for her that I couldn't even imagine.

Qing Huan listened to these things that had been suppressed in her heart for five hundred years, and for some reason, she only felt that all the rational analysis she had just kept was suddenly invalidated at this moment, and she couldn't even control the growing sourness in her heart, was it because other people's stories always sounded particularly touching? Or that Yanji girl really touched the pain point of breaking the embankment in her heart, and she could still treat people with gratitude and smile in the most tragic adversity of fate.

"I always thought that I couldn't enjoy the love of my parents since I was a child, which was the greatest misfortune and misery in the world, but with Miss Yanji, I realized that my so-called misery was not worth mentioning at all" Qing Huan couldn't convince herself that the girl who would make such a sweet and delicious baicao wine was associated with the girl who had such a tragic and bumpy fate, she took the initiative to ask the red-clothed flower emperor for a glass of green and mellow baicao wine, and drank it all, but there were sad and crystal tears in the corners of her eyes that kept sliding down.