In the second half of the night in Fengmanlou, the laughter gradually weakened, those who should have stayed have stayed overnight, and those who should have returned home have returned.

The girls like to stay overnight, which can not only earn more money, but also receive fewer male guests. Liu Jian had heard the girl he served complain about, and would rather sleep next to a sow than a dog-like man.

Those who are young and pretty, there are always one or two old customers who often take care of them, and those who are lucky enough to be wrapped up for a long time, but they are also leisurely.

In Liu Jian's eyes, those beautiful girls were wrapped, but in the girl's mouth, they were called 'combing'. They are like ladies and daughters, just waiting for Shaohua to pass away, and then go to pick up customers to make a living.

Girls who can't make money will be sold by Fengmanlou to other Fengyue places;

That's the nightmare of these women, and they can't even think about it, but when they are a little older, they don't have to redeem themselves or they can't earn the money they can redeem, so they have to face it.

At this hour, a small guy like Liu Jian can already rest, just wait for tomorrow to get up before noon to eat, clean and tidy up the courtyard and pavilion.

Qinglou has the rules of Qinglou, and guests can't stay until noon, otherwise it's a bad rule, and Qinglou can go to the yamen to report to the official.

More than 30 children lived in three wings in the backyard, and as soon as the back door was locked, the big dogs were untied.

Want to run? No way.

In the middle of the room, there is a large bunk across the window, and more than a dozen children of seven or eight years old sleep together, but they are not crowded, and they all have their own numbers and bedding.

The boys slept on the left side and the girls on the right, with no or no barrier in between.

Liu Jian didn't have any memory of the predecessor of this body, and after recovering from a serious illness, no one paid attention to the changes in a small house.

I remember that when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a beautiful woman. Yun sideburns and blue thin shirt, skin like snow, like the lady in the painting.

She took a warm towel and carefully wiped it for herself, the white neck and the collarbone of the surname made him stunned.

This whiteness, even for half a month, is hard to forget, reflecting in the brain slowly spinning. In comparison, the purple woman who spent a lot of money on him, but just sat on the bed and spit out her eyes, was like a cabbage thrown in white on the side of the road.

I thought I had entered heaven after falling down from the cement platform, but I didn't want to fall into the ancient Qinglou Jiyuan, and I became a seven or eight-year-old boy 'Xiaochunzi'.

But luckily, it's a boy.

That woman is a girl she usually serves. Chunlan Qiuju, a very vulgar name, but it is a few Jinhua flowers in Fengmanlou, and the dust of attracting money.

The old mother blew out the candle, muttered a few words to go to bed quickly, and walked out with a lantern.

Liu Jian obediently lay on the dividing line between men and women, and among the thirteen children in their house, only he and the little mosquito on the left hand side were male surnames, and the others were all lovely-looking little girls.

These little girls are all little beauty embryos, otherwise they would not have been bought by the bustard. They are usually exposed to the wind and moon, and their precocious thinking is comparable to that of all primary school students in Liu Jian's impression.

"Do you see? They all do that on their stomachs. ”

"Why, I see there are standing and sitting. ”

"My sister seems to be very comfortable. ”

"Little hoof, I think about men now. ”

"You don't want to, hmph, Mother Wang said, we will all have to do this in the future. ”

There was a frolic of two little guys biting their ears next to him, Liu Jian didn't know what he remembered, and he turned sideways in his habit, but found that he was nothing unusual.

Only seven or eight years old, what can be different......

After a while, Liu Jian, who was a little sleepy, was a little annoyed by the sound of chattering on the side, and replied with a hum: "Do you think it's easy to pretend to be like that?"

In normal times, these girls are divided into several factions, and he and Little Mosquito are bystanders, never mixing and arguing with them. The two sides can't play together, after all, the turtle father, the nurse and the girl are not a class in the Qinglou.

Let him, a man in his twenties, play with these little Lori, although it can satisfy the conjecture in the heart of a certain otaku, but how can the two have a common language.

Therefore, Haruko, who used to talk a lot, became a little taciturn after recovering from her illness.

"Haruko, how do you know it's pretended?" The girl next to her snorted, and the moonlight shone in on the windowsill at the bottom of her feet, so that the bright and clean reflected the delicate little face, and the pigtails showed some playful joy.

She was the only girl whose name Liu Jian knew, because she only slept one foot beside him.

Butterfly dance, this is the name she gave herself, and their flower names are not officially tied until they are fifteen or sixteen years old, and only when they are officially tied are they come up with the literati in the city or the guests who buy their hair.

"You don't care how I know. Suddenly feeling a little irritable, Liu Jian turned around and faced the little mosquito who was sleeping when he lay down. With these little girls who will eventually become dust women, he feels that there is nothing to say.

"It's a lie," a small hand patted his arm, "Hey, I'm talking to you!"

"I'm asleep!" "Can I talk when I'm asleep?" Butterfly sneered, her little hands tugging at Liu Jian's hair, "Can't you talk to me, how do you know that my sisters are pretending." ”

Liu Jian was a little impatient by her, and pushed away the strange little hand, but the irritability in his heart gradually calmed down. Butterfly Dance still wants to play with him, but she can only put the quilt on her head, causing the two girls next to her to sneer, but she can also have a moment of leisure.

This thin quilt has a faint fragrance, and it has been quite familiar for so long, I don't know which girl has used this bedding, leaving this fragrance that has not dispersed.

It's supposed to be a girl......

When I close my eyes, I think of my old life, my parents and my two brothers. Although my brother said that crying is not what a manly husband should do, he still squeezed out a few more tears.

This is not another degree of uprooting, but the home that I don't know where and where I can't go back.

In the early morning, being woken up by someone in the noise, a group of seven or eight-year-old girls stood in the light with only belly pockets, this scene made Liu Jian look at it in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

Seven or eight little girls crowded by the window to watch, and Butterfly turned her head and smiled apologetically at him, as if sorry for stepping on him.

Liu Jian also leaned over with some curiosity, relying on his young ignorance, and he didn't take skin-to-skin blind date to heart.

Outside the window, there was the sound of a woman's low sobs and whipping, which made him slightly puzzled and curious.

Next to the flower garden not far from Liu Jian's house, three or four old mothers were throwing thin whips around the young girl who had fallen to the ground. The whips are made of leather and horsehair, so they don't leave blood through the clothes.

The charming woman who is over forty years old but has good maintenance is surrounded by a group of warblers and swallows, her voice is shrill and a little harsh, she is the old bustard and shopkeeper of Fengmanlou. Wearing gold and silver is a little vulgar, but the red phoenix eyes, the willow eyebrows, plus the slightly sharp lips, a long red dress embroidered with gold thread and a lot of chrysanthemums, compared to the old mother's dissatisfaction, the old bustard's bloated figure can be described as a cylinder.

There were also three or four turtle lords and more than a dozen guards with long sticks standing around the girls, which were the armed forces of Feng Manlou.

"Make trouble, make trouble, show me, this is the end of not picking up customers!"

As soon as the bustard's shout passed, the girls who were looking around shivered in unison. The old bustard swayed his plump body, slowly walked up to the girl who had fallen to the ground, and stretched out his hand to pull away the messy long hair.

The girl was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and her white and tender little face was a little sickly rosy from the whipping just now, and her tears were stained with some dirt.

"Yo, look at the little face, what a pity it's dirty?"

The old bustard sighed, and the silk scarf in his hand slowly wiped the dirt away, "The girl is a good girl, but she doesn't grow up with her, or it's not reliable." ”

"She just came here a few days ago, and a big man spent three thousand taels to tie her hair," Diewu whispered in Liu Jian's ear, like a little understanding, "She made a fuss for several hours last night, and asked Mother Wang to return the silver again." ”

"Isn't this death!" a girl beside her frowned lightly and murmured, "No wonder Mother Wang is not reliable, she is not sensible when she is so old." ”

Liu Jian was a little stunned, looking straight at the movements of the old bustard over there, not knowing what the fate of the girl was waiting for.

How many days of starvation? Or locking up in a small dark room for a lecture? Or a flurry of beatings and threats.

He obviously underestimated the lowliness of human life, and also thought too much of the human feelings of the Qinglou;

"Wang Liu, I've rewarded you! Don't break it for my mother, I can't still attract some guests if I don't have my hair pulled. ”

One of the leaders of the turtle males hurriedly leaned forward with a shy face, and the roe eyebrows and rat eyes laughed: "Okay! Mom, don't worry, keep it for you properly!"

After saying that, he beckoned to the remaining three turtle princes, and the four of them carried the weak girl and walked briskly towards the firewood room.

The prostrated girl had a premonition of the fate she was going to face, and struggled in vain, crying hoarsely. The closed wooden door could not stop the crying and laughter, which lasted for an hour before it gradually died down.

The girl by the window followed the example of the girl in the courtyard, either sighing, or sneering, or holding a silk scarf to the corner of her eye.

"Isn't this iniquity? Butterfly Dance sighed faintly, "Why are you making trouble?" ”

Liu Jian's clenched fist slammed into the windowsill, making the wooden window creak a few times.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Butterfly Dance. Liu Jian replied as usual: "It's okay, there are bugs." ”

The little girl doesn't have too much work during the day, just tidying up the rooms of the girls, and the hall of the flower building has a special knowledge to clean up, for fear that their little hands and feet will damage the expensive decoration.

Liu Jian was called to the kitchen by an old mother at night, and the fat woman cleaned up some meals that had not been touched by the guests, and prepared some warm water.

"That little scumbag who died is still doing when he enters this door. ”

The old mother chattered and added weight to the tray in Liu Jian's hand, "In the end, it's not for those disgusting men to spoil it." Give her something good to eat, but don't let her think about dying. ”

The girls looked down on the turtles, because they were not men than the eunuchs, but these turtles were the henchmen of the bustard, and some of the girls who had fallen out of favor would pick up the turtles at night and during the day.

The status of the turtle prince is under the old bustard and above the girl, and he does not interfere with the Oiran and Qingyin, but he is a real power person who can manage things.

With the tray in his hand, he followed the fat woman into the firewood room, and by the dim light of the lantern, he saw the girl cowering in the corner.

She was ** body, a little frightened by the candlelight, her long messy hair covering her face, and her whole body trembled unconsciously slightly.

Her arms were tied with hemp rope, a white cloth was tied to her mouth, and the fat woman poured her some soup, and she didn't know what she was looking at with her empty eyes, but she could barely swallow it.

"Don't think about it, this woman has to go through this experience. The fat woman sighed, probably remembering the story of her youth, she also had youth and elegance.

In the middle of the sound, Liu Jian walked out with the tray and followed the old mother, still listening to the fat woman whispering: "As long as you can eat it, you will be safe in three or four days." ”

This old mother is still a little virtuous, and after three or four days, the girl really stopped making trouble, became a golden flower, and was also a girl who could open a wing room on the second floor to pick up guests.

Since then, Liu Jian has been thinking about his future path.

There are flower households that are worse than slave households, and he can't get out of this green building for the time being, so there are two paths in front of him: whether to be a nurse in the future, or to be a turtle father.

If you choose one of the two, you will naturally be a turtle prince, and the nursing home has no status in the Qinglou compared to the turtle prince. And when Gui Gong earns money faster, he can save money as soon as possible to buy an account, get out of the Qinglou, and return to a starting point similar to that of ordinary people.

The gentleman is dormant, like a hidden dragon in the abyss, although it does not show its momentum, it is free and majestic. What about the Qinglou, what about the little girl, if he can live, there will be a day when he turns over and sings.

Liu Jian clenched his small fists, looked up at the stars hanging in the night, and made his first ambition in this strange world.

Be a turtle male!

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