Chapter 41: Hot water droplets on lotus petals

Ning Que's appearance at this time fell into the eyes of the girls of the family and the close maid named Xiaocao. He was fascinated by the plump girl and turned into a stupid goose who couldn't walk. The little maid became more and more disliked. He stared at the plump but not without being beautiful, and said, "Shuizhuer, this is what Grandma said, do you dare not listen?"

Shuizhuer is a popular girl with Hongxiuzhao. Although she has not been able to participate in the courtesan election for two consecutive years, the market has always been extremely prosperous with her delicate face and white fat all over the body. But even she dared not resist everyone's orders. She turned her eyes and smiled and walked up to hold Ning Que's hand, saying, "Since it's the rule set by Grandma, I dare not to follow it. But I like this child just as I see. Sister, I like the shy appearance of the child the most. Come and go to the yard with my sister to play."

Ning Que naturally would not object, so she dragged her hand along the stream and walked towards a small courtyard among the flowers and trees. The girls behind her just made fun of them in a low voice, but did not stop them. Only the maid Xiaocao shouted: "Grandma said that no one is allowed to do his business!"

"Ah? Is this happening?"

Ning Que looked back in shock and thought, with the status of Jian everyone in the world, if this is spread, I am afraid that the brothels in Chang'an City will not do their own business in the future. How can this be done?

The maid Xiaocao looked at him proudly and said, "Is Grandma Zu not that meaning?"

Ning Que was speechless, thinking no wonder that history books say that the emperor is not scary, and eunuchs who are used to falsely spreading imperial edicts hate the most. Thinking of that prospect, I couldn't help but burst into tears, and I couldn't tell the endless sadness and vicissitudes - but even so, he still had to follow the red-card girl named Shui Zhuer.

After entering the courtyard, no beautiful story happened. Miss Shuizhuer sat cross-legged on the couch and asked the little girl who served to bring various fruits. She greeted Ning Que diligently, but she was leaning against the railing and eating melon seeds. She asked him about the situation when he met everyone Jian, and asked about the situation on the side of the border.

Ning Que has always been very good at this kind of thing. The taverns and gambling shops in the military camps are all good battlefields for him to hone his verbal skills and to practice his ability to observe his words and expressions. Tonight, he first met Jian and then strode the little maid. Now facing the popular prostitutes in Chang'an City, he is not afraid to fight. He eats fruits and chats naturally, and feels like he is at his own home.

The purpose of speaking was to talk. Miss Shuizhuer didn't notice at all. She had just eaten half a plate of melon seeds, and the topic changed from Weicheng to Chang'an City. The content of the chat also changed from whether the barbarian girl was beautiful to what kind of people were the guests who came to Hongxiuzhao, who was the best jealous, and whose wife was the best jealous.

Talking about Enke's privacy seems to be a bit contrary to professional ethics, but to be honest, this is indeed a little amateur enjoyment for brothel girls besides playing chess, calligraphy, painting, singing and dancing. Shuizhuer will not feel strange, but instead speaks more and more excitingly.

Ning Que lowered his head and picked up fruits on the plate. He seemed to be not caring much, but just asked casually. In fact, his ears had already stood up, filtering the names that penetrated his ears. Suddenly, his fingers froze slightly.

"I have never seen anyone who is so afraid of his wife. The fourth and fifth-rank official even disguises every time he comes to the building to play. And that guy is useless, and he is good at talking. It's really good that he is a great censor who can speak..."

The censor's iron-mouthed comment was used by the brothel women in this place. Ning Que thought of the satisfied expressions of Zhang Yiqi's concubines at the door of the Zhang Mansion. The scene of a white-haired censor lying between the concubine's legs all day long, almost spewing out the fruit in his mouth, and coughing repeatedly.

Shui Zhuer felt that it was inappropriate as soon as she said that the young man might not understand the hidden fingers in his words, but he didn't expect that his reaction was so exaggerated, so he understood what was going on. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He pretended to be angry and punched him in the shoulder, blushed his pink face and said angrily: "What do you do in the border town all day long? You, a child, understand this."

After laughing and making a few jokes, the serving girl came over to Shui Zhuer's ear and said something. Ning Que looked outside the courtyard and knew that Ye Jianshen was time to say goodbye, so he stood up and bowed sincerely.

Shui Zhuer pursed her lips and thought for a while, took out a silver ingot from the box next to her pillow and handed it over, and said with a smile: "This is not a big red envelope, but you can't talk for nothing after chatting with me for such time. Don't look down on me. For some reason, I feel very happy to talk to you."

Ning Que thought it was natural. If you want to talk to the guests, you must always pay attention to a kind of conversation. How could you be as slanted on the couch as a village aunt with me, and you would say a few swear words in three or a half sentences. However, he also liked the refreshing conversation of Shuizhuer and... his beautiful face and plump body were not pretentious. He took Yinding and said, "Even if my sister gave me a gift."

Hearing this, Shuizhuer's eyes lit up, and she walked up to him and hugged him in her arms, rubbed his head in a mess, and said with a smile: "Although Grandma Zu doesn't know why she is looking at you, if she's fine, you might as well come and see me more."

She is engaged in a romantic business, and Ning Que is a young scholar. She can sit and talk to each other in the courtyard of the brothel. If she is still from two worlds elsewhere, she will naturally be happy when Ning Que calls her sister, but she does not recognize her younger brother - a Chang'an woman. Even a Chang'an prostitute has her own demeanor and pride.

Back at the shop in Linsuyiqiu Lane, Sangsang casually mentioned that in the afternoon, two people came over to ask the boss if he was there. Ning Que didn't care, so he asked Sangsang to burn a pot of hot water and scald his feet and then fell asleep.

The lights went out and the room was dark. Ning Que held his little feet as usual, but he was recalling what he saw and heard in Hongxiuzhao tonight. He first thought about the matter of the Censor Zhang Yiqi, but later there was more of the little pink face of Shuizhuer, and the thin and tender flesh that was rippling like water, especially when she was finally hugged into her arms and rubbed her head. The soft and tender touch and orchid-like fragrance seemed to be still there at this time.

Thinking of Si Jing, it was a little hot at this time. I felt even hotter with Sangsang's little feet. When my knees hit the place where I would lose weight in the future, I felt that the bedding was so hot.

People always have to grow up, and it’s not a big deal to keep going like this. Ning Que lifted his quilt and sat up. Looking at the girl who was woken up, he smiled and said, “Chang'an is hotter than the border town. It seems that he has to separate beds in advance.”

Xiao Sangsang rubbed his eyes and said in a daze: "But there is no kang here, so I feel it's colder than the other side of my house."
Chapter completed!