Wang Xudeng himself is a famous man in the southeast, and he can speak well and have excellent talents, whether it is his speech skills or his own popularity, it is of great help to persuade others. Especially in the southeast of Suzhou, he often does this kind of broker business, and he is considered a semi-professional, if he is put in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, even if he is not as good as Su Qin and Zhang Yi, he is also the kind of person who can travel around the world with one mouth and be courteous to a doctor. He and Ma Xianglan have been friends for more than ten years, and he thinks that he has eaten this woman to death, and he is more sure of persuading her. In order to increase his persuasiveness, he took out a jewelry box from his body, took out a few pieces of new jewelry inside, and wanted to put them on for Ma Xianglan himself.

"Xianglan, look at the jewelry you wear on your head, how does it match your identity? It's something that only a country woman would wear, and people in the city will laugh at you. And what has become of this dress? I want to see Master Fan in a while, and it is not okay not to dress up. I know your foundation is good, but people need clothes, Buddha needs gold clothes, and no matter how good-looking a woman is, she has to dress up. You see, how beautiful are these jewelry? It's all sent to you by Song Yuan, and when you finish doing this, these jewelry will be yours. Let me tell you, these jewelry are very valuable, Song Yuanwai didn't blink his eyes, how generous was he to give it? If we don't make friends with such a big person, who are we going to befriend? In fact, you are too, with your current net worth, it is not difficult to eat and dress well, you can't be too economical for yourself, and those old things should be thrown away. ”

Ma Xianglan was there, motionless as if she had been suddenly struck by thunder, and it wasn't until Wang Xudeng's hand was put on her head that she suddenly reacted to something and pushed Wang Xudeng's chest violently.

She was so hard that Wang Xudeng was suddenly pushed and looked at the woman opposite for some reason. Ma Xianglan's beautiful eyes were full of tears, and her face was like frost. Fang Cai's joy swept away, and his voice choked up: "I...... I promise you. You are so staying, I will send someone to invite Master Fan to come and help you talk to him! As for this jewelry...... I'll do it myself. I'm just a lowly Chang Ling, and I don't dare to work hard for the prince and the prince. ”

Wang Xudeng was stunned, and hurriedly smiled: "Siniang is angry? This...... Where does this begin? I don't have any ill intentions here, it's just a business. Just like you cut the plague on the Qinhuai River in the past, could it be that you and Fan Jin are here to make a long game? This is not necessary, he is the son-in-law of Jiangling, and his days in Shangyuan will not be too long, and this long situation cannot be done. Besides, although he is an official, when it comes to money, he can't be compared with Song Yuanwai. As long as you make friends with the Song Dynasty, you don't have to do any long and short games. Two years ago, Song Yuanwai took two women home from the Qing Building, and the head was ...... just for the face."

"Needless to say!" Ma Xianglan interrupted Wang Xuedeng's words, raised her sleeves and wiped away the tears on her face, "Since Song Yuanwai is so important, and it is the first time I have asked you to come forward to do something, you can't make any mistakes." Without further ado, I'll send someone to invite Master Fan, you also go out first, I want to change my clothes. ”

"Siniang can figure it out, then it's the best. Wait a minute, I'll call a girl to come in and help you. ”

"Not necessarily! I can do it myself. ”

Yes, you can do it yourself. Whether it's changing clothes or living, you can do it yourself, and you don't need to rely on men. There are many women sent to usher in the Qing Building, and those who can mix up are all able to survive independently. Those women who have to rely on a man to survive, if they are lucky, they can marry someone else's family as a concubine, and if they are unlucky, they will not be able to get ahead in this life.

Ma Xianglan herself admitted that she was not a holy and immaculate fairy, rolling in the Qing Building, where was the person clean. I have also done all the things of catching plague and cutting fat sheep. Otherwise, you won't be able to accumulate such a rich net worth to redeem yourself. But she can swear to the sky that she is sincere to Wang Xudeng, and treats him as a husband, in front of him, she is his concubine, maid, slave but not a maid.

She can tolerate his poverty, she can tolerate his profligacy, and she doesn't care if she can't satisfy her in some way. As long as you have affection for each other, none of this is a problem. At the beginning, for the sake of Wang Xuedeng's future, she could also be close to her body and seek an opportunity for her sweetheart. But it was all her own willingness, not Wang Xuedeng's arrangement. His body can call the shots, but it can't be reduced to his bargaining chips. She can tolerate everything, but she can't tolerate Wang Xuedeng treating her as a maid.

If this transaction is very important to Wang Xudeng, if he explains it to himself, he will try his best to help him, even if he uses some means. But he told all this in a grand manner, and let himself go to catch the plague, in the final analysis, he still regarded himself as a maid, not a wife and concubine. The so-called two people living a good life must be a lie to fool themselves. He has told himself similar lies several times in the past, and it is not that he can't see it, but he can't bear to expose him and understand his difficulties.

But at this moment, Ma Xianglan has finally had enough!

Since you want me to be a maid, I'll be a maid for you! It's your choice.

The step that was inserted with his heart was torn off casually, since he didn't care anymore, why should he cherish it as a baby. As he said, the old stuff should be thrown away.

Tears flowed down uncontrollably, and she wiped them away. The faded large-sleeved shirt that was originally regarded as a treasure has already been rotten over the years, and when I take it off, I have more strength, and there is a cracking sound, and there is a big hole on the clothes.

Ma Xianglan glanced at the damage, but her heart was unusually calm, this dress was really old and excessive, and she couldn't wear it anymore. It's like I'm still a baby, but Wang Xuedeng can see it through, but he was confused before. Looking in the mirror, her still proud figure, thinking back to Wang Xudeng's arrangement for herself, the beauty sighed. The girl has been lovesick for ten years, and she has paid this sigh.

Just naked, wearing small clothes, opened the wardrobe, which was full of bright and shining clothes, although the materials were luxurious, the most valuable thing was that these clothes were designed by Fan Jin. Looking at Shangyuan, only women who have skin to skin with him can wear it.

Among them, he chose a big red jacket to wear on his body, which was full of gold threads, and the color was extremely eye-catching. Ma Xianglan was reluctant to wear it at first, thinking it was too eye-catching, but now she hopes that the more eye-catching it is, the better. Inserting the precious jewelry given by Fan Jin in the mirror one by one, the ones given by Song Guofu were disdainful. What about the Southeast God of Wealth? When his reputation was crowned in the southeast, even the noble ministers had seen it, what kind of thing was Song Guofu?

In the past, Oiran had her own means, although by current standards, Ma Xianglan's age was too old. But under her skillful makeup, the beauty in the mirror is still radiant, enough to stand out from the crowd. Looking at the glamorous beauty in the mirror, Ma Xianglan suddenly showed a charming smile to herself in the mirror, and said softly: "Little enemy, he treats me as a maid, what do you think of me?" If you look at me like this, what if I open another Orchid Pavilion? ”

The slender finger was dipped in rouge, leaving a line of juanxiu handwriting on the snow-white Xue Tao's note: "If you don't have the heart, I will rest." ”

The white ankles were covered with a pair of red gold ankles, and gold bells fell on them, and they jingled when they walked. One step to heaven, one step to hell, I don't know where to return. Ma Xianglan, the once famous Qinhuai flower lady, is back today!

When Fan Jin and Shen San came over, the banquet was ready. Wang Xudeng is a talented man of Wumen, and his poetry and calligraphy are the world's first-class figures, and he is well-known in the literary world. In terms of age, he is far older than Fan Jin, and from this point of view, Fan Jin wants to talk about some etiquette in front of him.

But the problem is that the Shilin of the Ming Dynasty is not such an algorithm, Kejia is older than age, and Wang Sui is far inferior to Fan Jin in terms of fame, so after meeting, he took the initiative to come over and salute and call Fan Jin an old gentleman, and Fan Jin only waved his hand and said no courtesy, even if they had greeted each other.

Wang Xudeng was originally a person in the social field, and he didn't think about this kind of etiquette, but he just stared at Shen San beside Fan Jin, and looked at the latter a little weakly, his eyes wandered to the side, and his face was slightly red. After all, it's just a staff member, and I don't know how to deal with it in this situation. Fan Jin also felt that Wang Xudeng's attention was on Shen San, so he also looked at Wang Baigu, but compared to Fang Cai, his current gaze was like a sharp blade, a little more sharp, and it could hurt people.

At this moment, a gust of fragrant wind floated, and the bright Ma Xianglan stepped forward, grabbed Fan Jin's arm and said, "Retreat, if you have something to say in the room, what's the matter with standing here." Shen San, you don't have to go in, look for Jinbao and greet you. Eat whatever you want, hang it on my account. ”

greeted and arranged like a hostess, and arranged everything in an orderly manner, so that everyone was like a spring breeze. It is not surprising that this is a common method of Qin Huai's Oiran, and Wang Xudeng has seen it many times, but in the past, Ma Xianglan sat beside him and helped him take care of his friends or a group of nobles. Today, she is sitting next to Fan Jin, using herself as a guest to entertain, this subtle change in identity makes Wang Xuedeng vaguely feel that something is wrong.

In fact, he felt Ma Xianglan's state just now, but he didn't take it to heart. I have known and dated this woman for more than ten years, and in terms of familiarity, I am not inferior to my wife, and I am confident that I can handle it. Including the changes in her mood, they are also within Wang Xudeng's control, no matter how she tosses, she can't fly out of her Five Finger Mountain. In fact, the change in the relationship between the two is also inseparable from this familiarity. After all, he went to Qinglou mainly to covet new excitement, not to play any truth.

Like most celebrities and talents in this era, Wang Xuedeng likes fine wine and beautiful people, and pretends to be abundant. But what this kind of thing pursues is to take everything into your own hands, and it is the ability to make a southeast Oiran love her own crazy love, and she also has face in the circle of literary friends. But if you make people into wives, it will become a laughing stock. So he never thought about marrying Ma Xianglan from the beginning, but the latter was just wishful thinking.

When he pursued Ma Xianglan and did everything possible to be her guest in the curtain, he still coveted the sense of achievement and the freshness and excitement of climbing the Oiran. When the two became more and more familiar, this feeling became indifferent. In addition, Wang Xudeng's aesthetic is a standard Ming Dynasty person, and his preference is cardamom girls, Ma Xianglan is older, and his interest gradually fades. If it weren't for his average family background, and Ma Xianglan's fame was too great, he couldn't find another woman, and he would have gone to find other Oiran all these years.

Ma Xianglan feels more and more like his wife, familiar and controllable, but not attractive. Between the two, they are already familiar to the point of boring, and in terms of attractiveness, the two mediocre-looking concubines in the family may be bigger than Ma Xianglan for Wang Xudeng. But at this time, Ma Xianglan was regained in Wang Xudeng's eyes, and this woman seemed to have been reborn in half an hour, and she had become the oiran who was fascinated by death, making his already silent heart pound again.

No matter who Ma Xianglan accompanies the original, Wang Xudeng actually doesn't care, otherwise how could he agree to such conditions. But at this time, looking at Ma Xianglan sitting next to Fan Jin and smiling with a radiant appearance, his heart was sour. In the past, this kind of look and infatuation should belong to herself, is she really acting, or is it true? Why do you feel a little uncertain about her?

"Although Shangyuan is a small place, there are not many things, and Mr. Baigu must have seen it, and he is busy with business all day, and he can't spare his hands and feet. If it weren't for Xianglan's face, I wouldn't have time to come, and the yamen has a bunch of official affairs waiting to be said, and a few Chitose have a lot of things to do with me. But if you don't give face to anyone, you have to give face to Siniang, I will definitely come if she says a word, this is not a yamen, everyone can be casual, just say anything. ”

Fan Jin followed the law, and it was really casual, holding Ma Xianglan's hand and rubbing it gently, as if playing with a good jade. Ma Xianglan was not annoyed, so she let him take him, and said: "Yes, Hui Si is a bold person, since he is willing to come, it means that he is not an outsider, Mr. Wang can just say what he has to say." ”

Mr. Wang? Wang Xuedeng was a little confused, didn't he call himself Wang Lang in the past, and the last time he was called Baigu, why did he call Mr. Wang? And although the tone of the speech is polite, it obviously has the element of a perfunctory scene, how to listen to it and feel that the distance is very far, not like the title of a close person, and the relationship between the two is very inappropriate. Although he had these doubts, he still gritted his teeth and said:

"Fan Xianzun is fast and fast-talking, so the student will have something to say. This time I came, it was also entrusted by others to be loyal, which is the meaning of Song Yuanwai. Song Yuanwai has long admired the name of the county, especially for the county's Danqing, which is the most appreciated. This time, the students are invited to come to Fan County to reward a silent poem. ”

Fan Jin smiled, "Mr. Baigu, this is a joke to win the official." Song Yuanwai is rich in the southeast, and I don't know how many ancient paintings are collected at home. Besides, if others don't say it, they will say that Mr. Baigu is the first-class celebrity in my southeast, how can he not be a master of this way, how dare Fan be ugly? Besides, since he made the county order, he has been entangled in general affairs, and he has been rusty for a long time, so I am afraid that he will live up to the kindness of Song Yuanwai. ”

"Fan Xianzun is polite. Song Yuanwai also knew that the county dignitaries were busy, and they didn't dare to let the county be busy, so they specially prepared a moisturizing pen. ”

Wang Xudeng smiled slightly, "I heard that Fan Xianzun is about to become the son-in-law of Jiangling Xianggong Dongbed, and he will give Huaibei Salt 200 citations as congratulations, and also make money to moisten the pen." I hope that Master Fan will not dislike it. ”