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It's also a poignant word.

The bitter back, full of grievances.

The world is desolate, and the children of poor families can't support them, so they sell their daughters first, and then their sons.

What's the use of a little girl of what age do you want?

Bought as a maid?

No kidding, which big family is willing to raise her for ten years and wait for her to grow up?

Most of the people who are willing to buy little girls to raise are brothel bustards.

Buy her new clothes, wear jewelry for her, teach her poetry and songs, and teach her to sing, dance, play and sing.

I can't wait to eat and dress every day, and I am more thoughtful than my mother's raising.

Tingting, who was out and down for a while, sold the first night and earned back tenfold.

The girl also resigned herself to her fate, but she was just serving the man.

Without bustard mother to feed, I don't know where to reincarnate, where is today's age?

These are words to comfort yourself, otherwise, how can you not dare to go out during the day, for fear of being pointed at your spine and scolded?

Bustard girls seem to have a pair of discerning eyes and can see big from small.

Since the girl was young, she could see through her youth.

There are also times when I look away, and when I buy Di Shuiyang, I look away.

The moment she saw Di Shuiyang in the hands of the traffickers, the bustard's heart was surging.

Born with a beautiful mole with a little red on the forehead.

The eyes are like stars, and the eyebrows are like the moon.

Thin lips do not rub rouge, and they are self-bright.

More than ten years later, she will be the Oiran who will amaze Chang'an.

Seeing Di Shuiyang is like seeing a mountain of gold and silver.

Such a budget-conscious bustard girl paid a lot of money.

Shui Yang is smart, she can teach her, she is the princess of the bustard, and no one dares to bully her.

Until the beauty mole changed.

A little red, and it grew into a patch of red.

A piece of red, growing into a half-blush.

Looking at Shuiyang during the day, like the reincarnation of a rakshasa.

Looking at the girl under the lamp, like an evil ghost reincarnated.

Shuiyang degenerated from a princess to a servant, washing and cooking, carrying water and chopping wood.

She could only accept her fate, and let a pair of skillful hands play the piano and make pearls, which were slowly rough and calloused.

Even so, the bustard mother who lost the money was still angry, and she wanted to sell Shuiyang as the cheapest prostitute.

But the turtle in the brothel refused to even play with her for free, just because of her ghost-like red face.

Looking at Chang'an City, there is only Xiao Yanmil who is willing to spend money on Di Shuiyang.

Xiao Yanmil is a butcher, a butcher who kills everything.

What you steal and what you kill.

The neighbors knew that their livestock had been stolen by him and killed and sold meat, but they could not help him.

The animals that have been skinned all look the same, and they can't win against the officials.

Part of the reason why he didn't sue him was that he also raised a blind mother.

Life is not easy, so be optimistic about your own livestock pen.

gave the turtle money to the prince, and Xiao Yanmil broke into the firewood room.

It's him again.

Putting down the laundry work in his hand, Shui Yang sighed lightly: "It's unfortunate today, my menstrual affairs are coming, I'm afraid ......"

He didn't listen to this, stepped forward, picked up Shui Yang, and began to strip her clothes.

"Don't ......" desire was in his eyes, and Shui Yang couldn't stop him: "I'll make the bed." ”

Since you can't stop it, you can only accept your fate.

It is not allowed to make the bed, and with a backhand slap, Shui Yang hit the ground.

He pounced, pressed Shui Yang, and reached into Shui Yang's plain skirt with his big hand.

"Don't tear it. Shui Yang pleaded.

The more she pleaded, the more disobedient he became.

not only tore Shui Yang's pants, but also tore her clothes.

The belly pocket that was as white as snow was in front of him, and Xiao Yanmil tore it open.

He is a beast, desperate to wreak havoc.

The night is deep, the dark clouds cover the stars, and the sky can't bear to look directly at the suffering of the world.

Suddenly a whip was rolled around his neck, and Bai Wuchang was lifted up and thrown towards Xingyue.

There was another whip in the air, and Bai Wuchang lowered his head and fell straight down, landing on a tree.

Looking up at the ghosts in the air, Bai Wuchang sighed bitterly: "Miss Dian, do you have to greet me with a whip every time?"

"You peep at night, aren't you afraid of being blind?"

"You mean Xiao Yanji and Di Shuiyang?" Bai Wuchang sat on the branch and smiled slightly: "People are fair traders and pay for it." ”

"Can you be negative if you pay?" "He is worse than a ghost, I'll take someone's head." ”

The lightning plunged into it, and the impermanence was shocked.

Ignoring her whipping, he blocked her way: "My aunt and grandmother, if you take his head, you will kill me." ”

His face was full of helplessness, and he couldn't wait to kowtow to Xiaodian in the air.

"I know you're going to take his lead. The lightning said coldly, driving the wind and snow: "I killed him, and you got your wish." ”

"Pay for a fart?" In a hurry, he said swearing: "I want to take the spirit of the best person in the world, do you see Xiao Yanji's virtue, stealing livestock, slaughtering cattle and sheep, and prostituting prostitutes after selling money, is there a shadow of a good person?"

If such a person can also be called good, there are few evil people in the world.

"Then he's not the person you're looking for. The lightning flew towards Xingyue, insisting on getting rid of impermanence, and vowed to take off Xiao Yanji's head.

Alas, how could it not be?

Yan Xiaomei, Yan Xiaomei, Yan Xiaomei, Xiao Yanji, no matter what, these three words are reversed, back and forth.

The reason for this cannot be clearly stated to Xiaodian.

Jumping into the stars, Impermanence blocked the lightning for the second time: "Give me three days, if I can't turn him into the kindest person in the world, Miss Electric will do it casually." ”

The country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change.

Three days, how easy is it?

But if he can't become the best person in the world, he won't be able to take down the heavenly spirit of his sister Enma.

"For three days, I'll stare at you!"

With a cold voice, the dragon was gone.

"Why are you staring at me?" Bai Wuchang was puzzled in the direction where the lightning was going, "You should be staring at him." ”

The night was on errands, and Bai Impermanence fell to the roof of the brothel firewood house again, and was still lying on the cracks of the peeled tiles.

Desires come and go quickly.

Luo's skirt was stained with blood.

Menstruation is a woman's only excuse, and she can't escape the bullying of men.

Shui Yang covered his torn clothes on his chest and urged Xiao Yanji: "You hurry up, my mother knows that you tore my dress, and she will find someone to beat you." ”

Lifting his pants, Xiao Yanmil put on a sharp knife, put his clothes on his shoulders, and walked out of the door shirtless.

After the love, there is no nostalgia.

"You wait. ”

She stopped him, forced herself to be shy, walked to the kang in her clothes, and pulled out two cakes from under the pillow.

handed him the bread with one hand, his clothes could not cover the grace, and he lowered his eyebrows: "I heard that you have a blind mother, you usually treat her badly, and you only give her half a meal a day, these two cakes ......"

"It's your business!" with a backhand slap, he knocked down Shui Yang, and the cold cake fell into the ashes.

"Lao Tzu will come to prostitute you next month!"

He threw down the sentence and walked away.

Yes, I was the cheapest prostitute in his eyes, but I mistook myself for a bodhisattva.

Gently rubbing his swollen face, Shui Yang wanted to cry without tears.

Pick up the cold cake, wipe off the ashes, and hide it under the pillow again.

changed into a blood-stained Luo skirt, sat back on the wardrobe, and seriously washed the masculinity of the girls in the front hall.

The masculinity can never be washed off.

The old is gone, and the new is coming.

It is like a passer-by ghost in the underworld, and there will always be reincarnation.