"The peach is on the well, and the plum tree is next to the peach. Insects come to eat peach roots, and plum trees replace peach stiffness. ”

Mo Yu Oiran has never liked to be verbose with others, even if he is facing himself, he still says half and leaves half. Sheng Qiuxiao knows, just accept it when you see it, and can't ask more.

In fact, in all fairness, in that small building with dazzling flowers, except for the ignorant girl Xiaoju next to her, the person who treats her most dealy cannot be said to be this Oiran lady.

Sheng Qiuxiao doesn't like Leng Xiangge, and he doesn't hate it very much-he has no choice in this world, but he just wants a hot soup and rice and a place to live. As soon as I woke up, I was lying in the crowded and messy waste firewood room in the backyard of the Qinglou, the masonry under me was cold and hard, and the wet sticky tide was irritating, stimulating every bone crack in my body to cry out for unbearable pain.

She thought she was dead, but she didn't expect to be able to exhale a breath of heat.

The surroundings were not quiet, the huts that leaked everywhere could not retain a little temperature, nor could they block any movement, and the sounds outside were undulating, some old and young, some clear and some turbid, all of them were women without exception. The topics of these people can't avoid any benefactors, mothers, and top brands, and occasionally burst out a few words of scolding.

There are also soft women's delicate voices, which are accompanied by more charming beatings in the dark of night, full of naked and unconcealed desire.

Dizzy, with a high fever, she didn't know how long she had been listening here. The clothes were shabby, the masonry was so painful that the flesh and skin were painful, and the whole body seemed to have been beaten so hard that the joints were about to fall apart, and I couldn't even move my fingers.

Someone came in and took a look, poked her like a fiddling object, to see if there was any anger, and then "sighed" on her face, cursed in a low voice and lost money.

It's no different from being dead...... She didn't bother to toss, grinned disdainfully, closed her eyes and waited for death to come again.

"Squeak", as if the door opened, a cold wind poured in, rushing her spirit, and she was covered with goosebumps like corn.

This is not dead yet, so you are in a hurry to throw her out?

The coarse cloth soles rubbed against the ground, rustling like the bark of a coarse old tree, tickling the eardrums of the poor insects on the ground. The person who came was in the shape of a dragon clock, but his pace was still steady, and his rough big hand pinched her chin and poured hot water on her.

The only bit of warmth in a long time slid down her throat, and she suddenly didn't want to die so much.

She saw clearly that the person who came was an old woman, with cross-eyebrows, unsmiling, and looking fierce, but there was not the slightest annoying anger on her body, which was very different from what she had come in before. The old woman was also looking at her, and when she opened her eyes, her gaze softened, and there was actually a bit of kindness.

The old woman gave her a few mouthfuls of cold soup and saved her life.

From then on, she regarded him as a reborn parent, but she didn't want to live up to the good intentions of others, so she temporarily decided that it would be good to keep this life, and not let the old man's efforts be in vain.

So Leng Xiangge had an extra rough maid named Sheng Qiuxiao, and the mother in charge would still ask her to lose money and goods, and she bought it seriously as a small girl, and she beat a lot of things, not to mention, and asked the merchant to protect her from picking up customers, and spent her lady's money in vain.

Sheng Qiuxiao didn't want his benefactor to be scolded with him, so he worked harder and harder, and rushed to do the hard work of unloading the car and moving the goods. It was that time, because she was diligent, she was allowed to follow her sisters to the front yard, and saw a little girl from afar, about the same age as herself, dressed exquisitely, and led two little maids by her side.

The girl stood under an acacia tree, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, a calm demeanor, and her cheeks were pale, but she looked well protected.

She wanted to take a few more looks, but Sister Xiaocui shouted and told her to hurry up and help, otherwise she would be delayed, and others would not accompany her to be scolded.

Qiu Xiao agreed and ran away, and as the crowd returned to the noisy and gray backyard again, the drunken gold fan in front of her passed her eyes gently, leaving a profound silhouette in her heart. There is also the little girl who doesn't know who, obviously about the same age, but with a completely different situation.

Who could it be? Akishino didn't know.

The silk clothes, the twisted silk shrimp bracelet, the young lady who is very rich and good, why would she come to such a place...... It can't be, it's just passing by to rest, right?

The disciplining mother quickly cleared up her doubts, it was the beloved daughter of the Pavilion Lord's wife, their little master.

Since then, Qiu Xiao's heart has rekindled the flames, and he knows that the women in the wind and moon are really different from high and low, and there is a difference between cloud and mud. She looked at Shang's mother's old wrinkles and thought that the left and right had come to this point, so let's give it a try.

As always, Shang's mother was noncommittal about her decision, but she already knew that it was feasible. Everything is like water, nothing less than piano, chess, singing and dancing, poetry, tea, calligraphy and painting, she is like eating mulberry leaves, following her sisters to learn hard and slowly understand.

Some people laughed at her delusional, and she pretended not to listen; Some people praised her for being smart and clever, but she was unmoved. She was not born beautiful, but with her tenacity, she earned a place in the Qin Pavilion.

So soon, she fell into the eyes of the pavilion master's wife.

It was an amiable middle-aged woman with a gentle smile at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, which made people look forward to it like a spring breeze. Qiu Xiao can also guess who she is, not to mention that everyone is respectful, and she can't wait to leave a little more impression so that she can fly on the branches in the future.

The woman in the brocade dress ignored them, and only came to this ordinary little girl.

The lady of the pavilion owner is brightly dressed, but not beaded, with a pair of white jade rings on one wrist, and a cluster of coral hanging beads and flying hairpins on the peony bun. She looked down at Qiu Xiao, Qiu Xiao also looked up, and the sister on the side was uneasy, pulling the little girl to kneel down and confess.

Unexpectedly, the pavilion master's wife did not blame, but stared at Qiu Xiao for a while, announcing that this girl was very talented and would be the number one lady of Leng Xiang Pavilion in the future.

Naturally, no one is convinced, but no one dares to question it.

Sheng Qiuxiao's life is much better, and even the merchant mother who sheltered her has become one of the most faceful mothers-in-law in the backyard.

Naturally, there are people who can't bear to come to stammer, and she greets them with a smile, in the left ear and out in the right ear, and she doesn't take a word seriously. What sisters and sisters, women in this kind of place, are all dependent on men to survive, befriend today, turn against each other tomorrow, don't calculate and frame each other, and hope that each other will ruin their appearance, even if it is good, right?

Unfortunately, she never saw the girl under the acacia tree again. One spring, the wind was particularly noisy, and it was rare to be quiet in the early morning, and suddenly there was a commotion in front of me, and I heard that it hurt someone.

She was locked up in the piano pavilion to train her dancing skills, and was not allowed to move around at will. The girl who came to deliver the meal said that it seemed that something had happened to the Oiran lady.

Qiu Xiao's heart was shocked: Isn't today's Oiran lady the daughter of the pavilion master's wife?

She still remembers that the rumors about the beauty of Na Yan are like catkins, and they are all raised and dazzling.

If I want to inquire more, the little girl doesn't know. The food in the food box was fragrant, but Qiu Xiao ate it like chewing wax, and he didn't dare to stop his chopsticks, in case he missed the practice or wasted the food, he would be beaten.

For a long time, she was worried about the pretty young lady she saw when she was a child, worried that something really happened, and in an instant, the newly-formed beauty jade died.