Wen Yan'er waited in the small room for three days, but finally didn't see the negative person. She only sat on the ground with her knees curled up all day, not daring to go out for people to see, let alone letting her mother know that she had broken her body and become a red girl.

When she first entered the Leng Xiang Pavilion, her mother could still sing songs, but now she is really old, her appearance is declining, and she is often laughed at. She couldn't bear to watch her mother suffer this humiliation, so she secretly knelt down and begged the pavilion master to make herself a flower girl. Her mother lost her temper when she found out, but she couldn't say anything else after all, so she only forced her to swear that she would never lose her innocence.

She really wanted to keep her oath, but she was blinded by the flowers, and now the bamboo basket is empty. Just now she heard the sound of squirming footsteps, and she thought that her mother had come to Xingshi to ask for guilt - fortunately not.

The visitor didn't speak, and she didn't want to look, but suddenly she heard someone talking, and the voice was cold, like a sour plum soup with crushed ice cubes. She looked up and saw a woman sitting on the low couch, wearing a lotus-colored narrow-sleeved placket and a white silver thread skirt, with a red bandeau embroidered with cranes on the placket.

This dress doesn't look like an ordinary girl in the building, could it be a young lady from outside? Could it be...... Is it the wife of the negative family?

Thinking that the days would have to pass after all, Wen Yan'er got up and straightened her clothes, and saluted the woman in a proper manner: "Which distinguished guest is it after all?" I don't have tea here, so please take care of me. ”

"Wrong." The woman stared at her, her gaze as calm as two small knives, "My name is Mo Yuyan, and I am the Oiran of this Cold Fragrance Pavilion. ”

Hearing the woman's words made her face flush, and even the roots of her ears were a little hot. She has a lowly status and is timid and afraid, she has been in the Leng Xiang Pavilion for two years, although she has heard of the Moyu Oiran, but she has never seen it so sincerely.

"I've been doing it for so long, and I still don't recognize you, it's me who is wrong......"

She pinched the corners of her skirt crampedly, snorting to try to resolve the embarrassment, lowering her head and not daring to look at the Oiran in front of her, but she couldn't help but glance at the corner of her eyes and look secretly. Sure enough, the cold-faced Oiran Yan'er is worthy of her name...... Just sitting there quietly, people can't help but be silenced, and they don't dare to make a mistake.

"Sit down." The cold-faced Oiran spoke again, and motioned with his eyes to sit on the other side of the couch.

She lowered her head, lowered her hands and walked over quickly, took her skirt and sat on the other side of the small table, her hands squeezing her skirt tightly......

The little girl's appearance aroused Shen Yuan's curiosity: Since she was so shy, why did she do ugly things?

Curious, Shen Yuan turned to the side slightly and carefully looked at the woman opposite. Wen was born very standard, with a double screw on his head, no jewelry, a loose hairline on his forehead, a few locks of broken hair hanging down on both sides, a pair of thin willow leaf curved eyebrows, a small and delicate nose bridge, and a little gentle speech.

"What's your name? How old is this year? Why did you get confused? ”

Shen Yuan was obviously asking knowingly, but when she said the last few words, her tone softened a little.

"Wen Yan'er, you can just call me Yan'er. In two months, it will be fifteen. The woman opposite tightened her skirt more and more, and when she said the sadness, her tone was a little choked, "It's because I am greedy for wealth and want to be an aunt, but, but it's so easy......"

Shen Yuan listened to Wen Yan'er's story, saw that her eyes were red, and knew that persuasion was useless, so he simply turned sideways and stopped looking at her, but said to her lukewarmly: "If you want to cry, cry." Madame was afraid that she wouldn't be able to think about it, so she asked me to come and see you, and now that I'm here, you can cry if you have any grievances, and others won't say anything. ”

Wen Yan'er still had two obvious black bruises under her eyes, and her eyelids were red and swollen, but she forced a smile at Shen Yuan: "Where can I - if I find a short term for that dead man, then it will be a loss" Before she finished speaking, she suddenly cried, sobbing and choking, and did not take a handkerchief, and directly wiped her tears with the back ......of her cuff hand.

Shen Yuan listened to her crying quietly, got up and walked to the small round table in front, took the food box, put it on the small table in the middle of the low couch and opened it, took out the food inside and put it away. The food box contains a steamed egg custard with chopped green onion and pork foam, a plate of rose yam soft cake, a plate of stir-fried capers and eight-treasure pickles, and a bowl of soft and appetizing millet mung bean porridge.

"If you've cried enough, wash your face yourself, and the water will be brought to you." After listening to Wen Yan'er's cry a little softer, Shen Yuan spoke again, "Come over and eat something after washing your face, it proves that you really don't want to look for a short time." You know, I don't have the patience to coax you. ”

Wen Yan'er seemed to be stunned for a moment, stopped crying, wiped her face and looked at Shen Yuan blankly, hearing the last sentence, she quickly nodded her head and looked around, when Shen Yuan's two maids came in to arrange, they had already put the kettle next to the shelf where they usually washed their faces.

She walked over quickly, brought a copper basin herself, poured water, washed her face directly with her hands, and pulled the towel on the shelf to dry. When she turned around, she saw that Oiran had already set up food for her, a few small blue and white porcelain dishes, and various dishes on the table, and only then did she feel hungry.

Shen Yuan leaned his arm on the edge of the table, slightly supporting his body, staring at her with his chin propped up, glancing at the table, and motioning for her to go back and sit down and eat.

The hot millet porridge entered her mouth, and Wen Yan'er felt that her soul had finally returned. Shen Yuan didn't talk to her either, watching her gobble up the egg custard mixed with side dishes, swept away a plate of soft cakes, drank up the rest of the porridge, looked at herself with a red face, and then asked her slowly: "Now do you know the benefits of being alive?" Tell me what you plan, do you want to redeem yourself, or continue to make flower cards? ”

Wen Yan'er wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, and found that she was eating indecently, and she really didn't look good in front of Oiran. Hearing his question, she just wanted to nod, but when she heard the latter sentence, she shook her head again and again: "Girl, don't drive me, if I leave, there is really no hope, not to mention that I don't have any money-"

"Well, I didn't ask that much." Shen Yuan interrupted her, frowning slightly, a little impatient.

Wen Yan'er was busy silencing, and almost blushed at a loss.

Shen Yuan stopped talking, got up and walked slowly to her, and stretched out his hand without saying a word. Wen Yan'er raised her head suspiciously, but Mo Yu Oiran didn't look at her at all, and didn't get a response for a long time, so she looked down at her a little impatiently and motioned for her to hold her hand.

Wen Yan'er stretched out her hand in fear, she couldn't believe that in this season when there was still residual heat, Oiran's hand was as cold as ice. As soon as she touched it, she felt that her palms were so cold that they hurt......

Shen Yuan led her to stand in front of the small dressing table, sat down with her, and raised his hand to untie her hair. Wen Yan'er was flustered and didn't dare to bear it, and just as she was about to stand up, she was frozen by the eyes of the cold beauty behind her in the mirror, and sat back obediently, and the other party combed her hair.

Oiran's hands were cold but soft, with long and slender fingers, as soft as boneless, delicate and white as peeled and tender bamboo shoots, and a ring on the index finger of his left hand. Wen Yan'er doesn't know the treasure, looking at the material like jade, the water head is excellent, the color is as green as ink, and the pattern seems to be two dragons, which is extremely incompatible with femininity.