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It was very lively, and seven or eight prostitutes with heavy makeup were sitting together, looking Yuqiao up and down with interest.

"Brother Xiahou, how did your lady throw your head with her burden and hit you with a stone, but you are ruthless!" The little prostitute named Qingqing had not yet finished her life, and she held Xiahou Yin's arm affectionately, looking innocent.

Xiahou Yin didn't push it away, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were wet, and he teased the corners of his lips: "Squeamish!" Thought I had left her alone and left. Paused: "I can't leave the tears on my face." ”

The meaning in those words is doting and stealing, with a little self-satisfaction.

"Where are the tears in such heavy rain." Yuqiao blushed and took a sip of boiling tea to warm up.

The clouds are gray and the leaves are withered. She waited in the grass in a hurry, like a white rabbit, the world was vast but there was nowhere to go.

At that time, he only hated Zhou Lang, hated himself, Rao is the second person, how could he still be so unproductive, how could he still live himself in such a miserable situation.

Until the dirty boots appeared under his eyes again, he raised his wet cheeks, and threw the burden at him, not understanding his hatred, and picked up the pile of stones in front of him and smashed him.

"I can't think of it, you have such a big belly, how can he abandon you and ignore you?" Oiran Mengyue knocked the melon seeds, glanced at the beautiful face like a flower, and glanced at her bulging belly again, deep in the heart of the rouge and charming woman, she had also sealed the dream of a husband and a child, but with the swing of the streamer, the dream finally faded away, until she could no longer remember.

It wasn't the seed he sowed in the wasteland! Yuqiao pursed her lips disapprerovingly.

"Mrs. Xiahou, come and wipe your wet hair." Qiuhe handed over a dry cotton towel and smiled kindly at her.

Yuqiao looked at her stunned and took it unnaturally.

Who would have thought that the world is so impermanent, and in the dark, everything seems to be predestined.

The more she wanted to escape from her previous life, the deeper the bonds became entangled.

The prostitutes of this car, as well as the girl Qiuhe, Yuqiao all recognized that in the previous life in Broken Flower City, they were all begging for a living in Liuchun Courtyard.

"Brother Xiahou, are you also going to Broken Flower City? We're going there too! Qingqing had never seen such a man in the wind with a jade tree, and she admired him in her heart, so she beat him like a boneless: "Now that the army is in chaos, it is really inconvenient for you to travel alone with a pregnant lady." Why don't you just go with us! ”

"Little vixen, it's inconvenient to follow you, I'm afraid I'm going to eat a man halfway through." The prostitute magenta sneered and shaved her face with her fingers.

Xiahou Yin looked at Yuqiao, and saw that she was eating hot tea and pastries, and the whole person came back to life, her cheeks were flushed and red, and she was already squinting, lazy and sleepy.

Qingqing's intimate entanglement with his hands and feet, she turned a blind eye, or she didn't care.

Inexplicably lonely in his heart, he pushed away the slender fingertips that caressed his shirt without a trace, and asked with a light smile: "Where is it not good, why do you have to go north and go to the yellow sand in the city of broken flowers?" ”

Mengyue sighed secretly and said helplessly: "We were originally begging for a life in Qingzhou Mingfeng Courtyard, but now the barbarian dogs are slaughtering the city everywhere, how can the Han women withstand their barbaric destruction." I heard that there is a garrison led by General Zhou in Broken Flower City, which is quite peaceful, and half a year ago I met the bustard mother of Liuchun Courtyard, and she promised our sisters that if they are in trouble, they can go to her and her. Now I have to go. ”

"The bustard mother of Liuchun Courtyard, but her name is Huayue Niang?" Yu Qiaoxin lifted it and asked steadily.

Mengyue looked at her in surprise, and asked suspiciously: "It is indeed called Huayue Niang, how do you know?" ”

"My husband and I originally lived in Decheng." Yuqiao couldn't believe it: "That Hua Yueniang is the second lady of the Feng family, who committed two murders and was detained by the government, and was originally scheduled to be beheaded after the autumn, how can she go to Broken Flower City now and be a bustard?" ”

Magenta picked at the red on the tips of her nails, pouted and interjected: "She spent a while in our Mingfeng Courtyard, and she mentioned this matter herself. is a lord with a great fate, and after a few months of detention, the emperor didn't know why he granted amnesty to the world, so she was banished and got a lot of silver tickets from her husband's house! Later, he said that he was going to go to Broken Flower City to set up his own door, and he wanted to be a bustard's mother, and the name of the brothel was thought of, called Liuchun Courtyard. ”

Yuqiao was silent, full of mixed emotions, Hua Yueniang failed to escape the fate of her previous life, and still became her bustard's mother.

What about Qin Xiyue and her? Will it be twisted and turned, after all, the dust will return to dust, and the soil will return to the earth, she will still be the one in the stove house of Liuchun Courtyard, a haggard and embarrassed fire-burning woman.

Don't dare to think about it, don't dare to think about it, she doesn't want to live such a humble life in the dust again, and don't die innocently and tragically under the sharp blade.

Mengyue saw that she was no longer speechless, and said with a smile to Xiahou Yin: "If you two and your wife want to go to Broken Flower City with us, it is not impossible, but you have to go to Juxian Village first, Master Zhuang is Lord Cai, the prefect of Jiangning, and now he has to be reused by the new emperor before he is promoted. ”

Xiahou Yin pondered for a moment, and said with a smile on his chin: "We're not in a hurry, just go with you." ”

"A carload of women, more men can always be brave." Magenta took a sip of tea and smiled, and sighed again: "You say that people's lives are strange, and no one knows whether it is dark or bright in front." As the saying goes, a ruler is a courtier, and seeing Lord Cai was depressed, but now he can be regarded as raising his eyebrows. ”

Mengyue looked at her and teased: "That's the fate of the official master, your life has already been decided, and you can't escape the life of Hua Niang in this life." ”

"Not for!" Magenta listened harshly, and pouted unconvinced: "Maybe Lord Cai will take a fancy to my goodness, like Hua Yueniang, and allow me to stay as a second lady." ”

"Idiot dreaming, isn't it?" Mengyue sneered: "Do you know that Lord Cai's main lady is jealous, I remember that there was a Beijing official earlier, who was implicated by the palace of Princess Xinyang, and the daughter of that family was assigned to Lord Cai's mansion as a maid, Lord Cai liked her very much, and accepted her as a concubine, and was tortured to death by Mrs. Cai before she arrived for half a year." Do you still have the courage to provoke Lord Cai? ”

"How does Sister Mengyue know the secret things in the deep house?" Qingqing listened to it with relish, and some didn't believe it.

"The prefect Du Ye came to Qingzhou to procure, and he would always come to me to sit down, he was drunk and leaked his words, how could it be fake." Mengyue lifted the curtain and threw melon seed shells out of the window, but I don't know when the rain has stopped, but the fog is thick.

"The prefect of Jiangning?" Yu Qiao's face was like frost in an instant, stared at her closely, and asked word by word: "The concubine who died is surnamed Bian, and her name is Xiaoman?" ”

Mengyue turned her head to look at her with a terrifying expression, and was busy thinking about it, and said noncommittally: "It seems to be the surname Bian, as for whether to call Xiaoman, I can't remember it." ”

The red mist under Yuqiao's eyes was filled, and the pain that pierced the heart slowly flowed in the limbs, gradually condensing to the center of the bulging abdomen, like a knife twisting.

"Alas," he couldn't help but bite his lip and screamed.