Li Mo's eyelids jumped, he never expected that Hongling would be an official prostitute. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The official prostitutes are different from those red people in the Nuanxiang Pavilion, they enjoy the establishment of the guo family, and they are recorded in the music register, and they belong to the system. Although his status is low, his life is quite affluent.

The red people in the Nuanxiang Pavilion are private prostitutes, who belong to the people outside the system who respond to the people's livelihood, do not reach out to the Guo family, do not add chaos to the administration, operate independently, and bear their own profits and losses.

Don't think that an official prostitute with an official character in front of it is more glorious than a private prostitute, in fact, the same thing is to accompany eating, drinking, and snoring, the difference is only the object of service.

Most of the official prostitutes were once young ladies from wealthy families, and then they were innocently connected because the man in charge of the family stood in the wrong line or committed a crime.

These girls from wealthy families can't carry a burden on their shoulders or carry a basket in their hands.

In addition, she has many outstanding appearances and is proficient in music, rhythm and poetry and painting, so she was assigned to the line of singer by those in power with the principle of making good use of things.

It is dedicated to serving official banquets, similar to the current Wengong troupe.

To put it bluntly, it is the people in power who change the law to make an example of chickens and monkeys.

Look, this is the end of disloyalty, filial piety and disobedience, and you think that your death is just a scar the size of a head cut off by a behead.

Your mother, your wife, and your daughter can't all die, and you have to enjoy the sourness of being trampled on every day.

In fact, the original singer was singing but not selling, but she was mixed in with the men, singing and singing, and it was inevitable that the little brothers who sang would ride their horses and whip up their horses and play triumphant songs together, and gradually changed their taste.

After all, they are also officials with heads and faces, and it is better to cover up those pickled things.

However, no matter how rich the official prostitutes are, they cannot redeem themselves at will, because they themselves are atoning for the sins of their criminal families. It is far inferior to a prostitute, as long as you have money, you can redeem yourself at any time.

And now what Li Mo can't figure out is, how could Hongling, who is an official prostitute, appear in such a private prostitution hall as Nuanxiang Pavilion?

"Isn't it strange how I ended up in the Warm Incense Pavilion instead of in a special workshop?" Hongling's eyes were vicious, and he had already seen his doubts from Li Mo's eyes.

Li Mo nodded silently, waiting for Hongling to tell him the answer.

He had already seen just now that Hongling was not unwilling to be good, but had a last resort.

The current Hongling must be full of thoughts and urgently need to vent and pour it out.

And he, happy to be this listener.

Hong Lingqiang laughed, ugly and ugly than crying, she and Li Mo walked side by side, followed behind Chen Lun and them in unhurried steps, and whispered.

"If it weren't for Sister Miao who bought me from Bustard, I would have died six years ago.

Eight years ago, I was a young lady in the Gaomen Mansion, with fine clothes and food, flowers and butterflies.

The only thing to do is to be dignified and elegant in front of others, and then find a good husband who is the right person.

Later, my father was killed by the new emperor who successfully ascended the throne because he was on the wrong team.

And I, of course, became the official prostitute that my father received.

Don't think that the life of an official prostitute is very comfortable, when I first arrived at the workshop dedicated to training official prostitutes, I was first locked up in a dark room and starved for three days.

Because the old mother in charge of the sect said that young ladies like us in the mansion would not be obedient if they were not subject to some suffering.

Three days later, I was so hungry that my chest was pressed against my back and I was helped out.

The cold thin white porridge in the thick bowl, I drank the delicious taste of the mountain delicacies. I finally understood that I had squandered all the good days in the past, and in the future, I would only have to endure hardship.

The old mother's whip was full of thistles, and as long as she did not obey at all, she immediately whipped it on her body.

She doesn't hit her face, she doesn't hit her waist, she focuses on the palms of her hands and feet.

The old mother said that only here will not leave a scar, and I remember it the most.

Soon, I learned what I should learn, and I was as soft as a bone and as silky as a star.

I used my shrewdness to escape my mother's whipping, but I also brought disaster upon myself.

Less than two years after entering the workshop, even though I was cautious and cautious all day long, I still didn't stop myself from showing off like the wind, and I became a big girl in an instant.

My mother's eyes were full of joy when she looked at me, I was afraid of that kind of look, I was afraid of the filthy things hidden behind me.

What's the use of being scary? What is due will always come, without a moment's delay.

My mother took me a bunch of picture books for me to study, and my heart almost stopped beating when I looked at the red-faced little people on them.

I never knew that being a woman was so difficult and low.

I don't want to follow the way the book is, I don't want to be played with.

However, how could I, who was weak, escape my mother's methods?

My fingers were pierced into a sieve by my mother, and I couldn't close my fists.

The soles of my feet were poked raw by a hot soldering iron, and I still have scars.

I have seen my sisters who have been hung up and whipped with vertical and horizontal whip marks, and three of the salted leather whips have been broken.

I've seen my sister's pants tightened, and the old cat with a stuffed spring went in and beat it, scratching it until the flesh was blurred, begging for mercy and obedience.

My mother never used any of these tortures on me, because she said that I still had an unopened piece of jade, and if it was broken, it would never be worth the price again.

When my mother saw that it was useless to punish me and beat me, she became more and more kind to me.

She said that she felt sorry for me in her heart, and she came here so lonely and helpless back then.

She said that when she saw me strong, she thought of herself back then, and she wanted to protect me as if she was protecting herself back then.

Gradually, I believed.

Then, after drinking a bowl of lotus seed soup brought by my mother, I woke up the next day with an old man with gray hair and crane skin lying beside me.

The man was crumpled, shriveled and thin, and the old man was dotted all over the place.

When he saw me wake up, he reached over with a sinister smile on his face and twisted it my chest.

I was so twisted that I kicked him off the bed, but the pain on my body was terrible.

The old man was kicked to the ground by me, shouting and screaming.

Soon the door was pushed open, and the old mother walked in with the thugs, Shi Shiran walked in front of me, raised his hand and gave me more than a dozen slaps.

Then, the old mother stretched out her hand to pick up the old man, saying that she was not well trained, which caused the adults to suffer.

The old man walked out with the help of his mother, and before going out, my mother looked at me resentfully, and her eyes were like poisonous snakes.

I didn't know what I had done wrong, and in panic, the thugs left behind by my mother surrounded me.

Looking at their smiling faces like old men, I trembled with fright, shook my head and cried and begged them to let me go.

But to no avail, the more I cried, the more the thugs laughed proudly, and soon stripped themselves of themselves.

Looking at their white and greasy bodies, I wanted to poke myself in the eyes, and I secretly screamed that my life was suffering, and I slammed my head against the wall.

The pain hit me and I fainted.

At the last moment of losing consciousness, I only heard a loud slam on the door.

When I woke up, I was already in the Warm Fragrance Pavilion.

I heard the little girl who served me say that Sister Miao happened to pass by, so she paid a lot of money to buy me back.

I don't know how much it cost to buy back an official prostitute that is never allowed to be sold.

I don't know why she paid so much money to buy me, to buy me who has no value.

All I know is that I will never pay her back. ”

After Hongling said this, her face was already full of tears, she covered her cheeks with a handkerchief again, and only asked Li Mo again sullenly, "Little shopkeeper, you say, how should official prostitutes be good?" ”