Shi Qingqian finished cleaning the garden, and was called by Min Niang to wash the dishes, sheets and bedding for a whole day.

She has been pampered since she was a child, and the family even washes her hands with a moderate temperature, and wipes it gently with a cotton cloth, although she is also very independent in her previous life, but she has never touched housework for so many years in her life, and her hands are more delicate than newborn babies.

Now she had been scrubbing her hands for a day, and her hands were soaked and white, not to mention the rough dishcloth, which left a few bloody scars directly on her hands.

It wasn't until the sky was dark that Shi Qingqian hung the last pot of clothes on the drying rope.

At this time, the Red Silk Courtyard has already entered its most lively time of the day, the wine green lights in the front yard and the backyard are very bright, almost no electric lights, and you can still hear the sound of the guqin and flute ensemble in the front yard.

Shi Qingqian dragged his tired body, and finally walked to the meal point where the slaves were distributed, but the lack was that the time for dinner had already passed, and it was empty, only a few steamed buns were discarded in wooden barrels.

Shi Qingqian in the Hou Mansion had suffered such grievances, not to mention the work of the day, and could only eat some leftovers at night.

She forcibly withdrew the tears in her eyes, tried to take a deep breath to relieve the grievances in her heart, picked up a steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed it with difficulty.

But as he ate, he tasted a hint of saltiness in his mouth, and suddenly realized that his tears had burst the embankment, and he lay down uncontrollably.

"Woo woo woo ......" Shi Qingqian cried while eating.

She knew that she had to replenish her strength to cope with the next day, or it could be many days of hardship, and she didn't know when it would end, and she couldn't fall before that!

The current Hou Mansion should have been a mess a long time ago, right?

The concubines, who were once treasured, have been missing for two days, and they must be doing their best to find them. Every time she thought that her family in the capital was worried about her at the moment, Shi Qingqian had a little more motivation to struggle.

She doesn't accept her fate, she must go back intact and drag out the person behind her!

After stuffing a steamed bun, Shi Qingqian's mood also calmed down, and he didn't care about the soreness in his hands, so he picked up two steamed buns and went to find Jing'an, who was locked up.

During the day, she had inquired in between her work, that not all prostitutes were willing to do so, and that the place where the new prostitutes and slaves were held was the remote, deserted attic in the southeast corner.

This attic is so desolate that even the candlelight in the front yard can't shine, but fortunately, the moonlight is thick tonight, and Shi Qingqian can only walk there by the moonlight.

When he arrived, he found that there were no guards to watch over him, and Shi Qingqian sighed. No one opened the door, which means that they must have locked Jing'an so that they would not worry about her escaping, which is more difficult to break free than just being guarded.

"Jing'an, Jing'an, are you here?" Shi Qingqian stood in the courtyard and asked softly at the open window.

After a while, there was a sound of rustling and moving iron cables from inside, "Sister! Jing'an heard her voice, dragged the heavy chain and moved to the window with difficulty, poking her head out, "Sister, why are you here?" ”

"Jing'an, have you eaten, are you hungry?"

Jing'an shook her head, her face was indeed more haggard than during the day, "They...... I won't bring food at all. ”

Hearing this, Shi Qingqian was glad that he had just come over with two steamed buns, and hurriedly raised the steamed buns in his hand, "Jing'an, I have it here!" I'll throw it at you! ”

Jing'an was not picky about eating from the chaff to vegetables, and when she saw that she finally had food to fill her stomach, she nodded hurriedly.

Shi Qingqian threw the steamed bun into the window, and as soon as he finished these actions, he heard the footsteps of the patrolling slaves, for fear that he would be discovered, so he quickly raised his waist, "Jing'an, you eat first, and I'll send you other food tomorrow!" ”

"Sister, you have to be careful!"

Shi Qingqian nodded at Jing'an, quickly dodged, and left the dilapidated courtyard full of barren grass.

She was going to go straight back to the firewood house where she lived to rest, but on the way, she was suddenly attracted by a melodious sound of the guzheng qin.

This tune is completely different from the tune of singing and dancing in the front yard, and Shi Qingqian felt a little sad when he listened to it.

She wanted to know who the piano player was, so she unconsciously followed the sound of the piano and walked along the stone path to a remote pavilion, where the graceful figure sitting in front of the guzheng turned out to be the top Oiran of the Red Silk Courtyard - Sister Liu. On this night of the warbler singing and dancing, she played alone in this remote place.

Sister Liu noticed Shi Qingqian's footsteps, and the gesture of sweeping back and forth on the strings stopped, but she just twisted her head in the direction of Shi Qingqian for half a minute, and the eyes with cold light gently glanced at her, and then withdrew her gaze. "Why are you here?"

Sister Liu'er's voice was shallow and plain in the moonlight tonight.

"Qin Zheng spits out the tune, the jade pillar plays a clear song, the strings are high and broken, the sound continues with the wonderful fingers, and the sound is around the beam, and Ning knows that the face is like jade. My sister's piano sound is so elegant and melodious, I can't help but yearn for it. Shi Qingqian said sincerely, and there was absolutely no intention of slapping the horse.

Sister Liu smiled sadly, her slender fingers gently brushing the strings, "Elegant? A prostitute. What kind of elegant music can a woman play. ”

Her voice was extremely light, and Shi Qingqian didn't hear what she was saying, so she continued to ask: "It's just that my sister has something to understand." ”

"What?"

"If my sister heard it correctly, my sister should be playing the song of "Jiaojiao Yellow Bird"......" Seeing Sister Liu'er nodding lightly, she expressed her affirmation before continuing, "This is a song of love between men and women, why did my sister play it so sadly, so I just passed by and listened to it...... I can't help but feel sad. ”

Sister Liu didn't expect that such a dirty little girl would be able to hear her inner feelings just by the sound of the piano she played. The eyes with a cold breath were also a little moved at this time, but the red lips opened slightly, and the words spit out were still so indifferent, "I am a prostitute, I don't know what male and female love is, I only know a night of joy, how can I play the true feelings in the song?" This kind of song to show love is just to cater to the men of the Red Silk Courtyard. ”

No matter what she said, Sister Liu always degraded herself to the dust, and she still wore that cold look, as if she didn't feel the slightest pain when she said this.

Such Sister Liu made Shi Qingqian feel very uncomfortable.

"Why should my sister be so sarcastic about herself......"

"Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

She is a prostitute, she doesn't understand the love of men and women, and she can't play the real mood in the song, which is even better.

Seeing that Shi Qingqian was speechless, Sister Liu sneered, "Since what I said is right, what is it called sarcasm......