I am Yiran. My parents died when I was six years old. When I was seven years old, I was sold by my uncle into the Phoenix. Fortunately, I would rather die than sell myself, so I became the maid of the courtesan Ruoruo.

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In the blink of an eye, I have been staying in Fengminghuang for nine years. I have been harassed by some people during these nine years, but Ruoruo blocked them all.

Don't think it's because Ruoruo treats me so well, Ruoruo is afraid that I will steal her 'business', but this is just right, and I am happy to have my leisure time. I just follow Ruoruo behind her every day, pull up a chair, pour tea, and occasionally be used by her.

The whip hit my body a few times, but that's nothing. Compared to the suspicious bruises on Ruoruo's body, I think it's okay to let her vent a few times now and then.

Basically, all the maids in Fengminghuang need to know some kung fu. This is what the madam requires, saying that it is only under special circumstances that the faces of these beautiful girls can be saved. I chose the silver whip, which is very simple and can hit anyone with just a swing.

Every time the madam would look at me in surprise, but I didn't know what was so surprising about her.

I don’t know since when, the young master in front of me often came to Fengminghuang to buy Ruoruo for a night, but he just let Ruoruo play the piano and didn’t do those things. Every time, I wasted a whole night of whip training time.

Just stand there.

Today, this young gentleman came again. Except for the last time when he brought a man with him for some reason, he was usually alone.

Since the morning, the madam has been reminding me and other maids to be vigilant, hide weapons on our bodies, and protect our master at all times.

Sure enough, what the madam feared most appeared.

Three women, with at least a hundred guards, came to smash Feng Minghuang.

At this time, I was standing in the room, leaning against the door, Ruoruo was playing the piano behind the curtain, and Mr. Wen was drinking.

Downstairs, there was a noise, followed by the sound of a table being overturned.

I subconsciously took out the silver whip, and the door was suddenly pushed open, and a sharp knife was swung at me. Although this happened several times, I was still a little scared, and I was about to swing the whip.

As he dodged, a hand suddenly appeared on his waist and hugged him.

Inertia made me lean back.

The smell of alcohol hit my face, making me want to vomit.

Mr. Wen's hand was still around my waist. I looked up and glared at him in displeasure: "Sir, please let go."

"Ah, sorry." He opened his mouth, smelling of alcohol.

Really nauseating.

He let go of me and pulled me behind him.

I was baffled, and the silver whip in my hand was ready to be swung away at any time.

I was shocked when I saw him take out a fan and spread it out.

Mr. White Fan.

He turned out to be Mr. Bai Fan.

I didn't expect that a famous person in the world was right in front of me.

He threw out the white fan as if casually, and the white fan actually accurately scratched the neck of the guard who broke into the room. The guard immediately fell down. As if nothing happened, he put away the white fan, turned around and asked me: "Does it hurt?"

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His voice is really gentle and hoarse, and coupled with his appearance, it's absolutely captivating.

But he made a wrong move.

He reached out and wanted to touch my face. Subconsciously, I took a few steps back and swung the whip at him.

He was hit on the right shoulder. After hearing him take a breath, he smiled helplessly: "It's really..."

I looked at him warily. I had seen many people who wanted to take advantage of me. Usually Ruoruo could stop them in time, but now Ruoruo was frightened by the guard and was so scared that she was dumbfounded. So you can't really blame me for this reaction.

Soon, it became quiet downstairs, and the bodyguards in Fengminghuang were not kept in vain.

After Mr. Wen left, I went back to the room, looked in the mirror, and realized that my face had been scratched at some point, and it was bloodshot.

It seems that I hit the wrong person.

But after that time, I didn't see him again.

On this day, a bearded man bought Ruoruo for a night. Of course I had to go through the motions, but when I saw the man's face, I always felt familiar, so I frequently raised my eyes to peek at him.

He must have noticed my behavior, as he seemed to be getting more and more embarrassed and kept stroking his beard.

Oh, the beard is fake.

He is Mr. Wen.

When I looked at him again, I always felt happy, so I snickered a little, but he seemed to have noticed me.

"Ahem, are you Yi Ran?" The bearded man, let's call this Young Master Wen, touched his beard and looked at me.

I pursed my lips and said, "Yes, sir."

Then, he stopped talking, which made me very puzzled.

Over the next few days, the bearded men came more and more frequently.

One day, Ruoruo was staying in the room and suddenly said to me: "Men don't have any good things. Don't be deceived."

"What?" When I looked at her, she turned her head away and ignored me.

What a weirdo.

This morning, the madam suddenly asked me to talk to him alone.

Usually nothing good happens like this. One is that someone is looking at her and someone buys her at a high price to be a concubine. The other is that someone is looking at her and someone is looking for trouble.

I guessed half right, someone bought me at a high price, but it didn't seem like I was a concubine.

I had no choice. The madam kept saying nice things with a smile on her face. It seemed that the man had paid a lot of money. After talking for a long time, the madam gave me the baggage and asked me to go to the back door.

Ruoruo looked at me from the window on the second floor with an unknown expression. I turned around and looked over. She waved to me and then closed the window.

She must be a little sad, because I have been her maid for nine years.

At the back door, I saw the back of a man.

Pursing my lips, I stepped forward and said, "Master."

The man turned around.

Oh, it's that Mr. Wen.

His face seemed a little red. I don't know if it was because he was nervous or something. He looked very excited and even spoke intermittently: "I, um, just call me Bei Yao."

So, I became Beiyao's follower. I think he was a follower. Wherever he went, I would go. But he was very attentive and would ask my opinion on everything he did, so I didn't know what he wanted to do.

He took me around, often two people and one horse, and I didn't object.

Until one day, he got drunk.

He held my hand, his cheeks flushed, and he looked at me dimly with a pair of beautiful eyes: "Yiran... do you... like me... a little bit... a little bit is fine..."

After waking up, he seemed to have forgotten about it, and I didn't mention it either.

He and I still live like this, but I often look at him in a daze, but obviously don't think about anything.

On this day, there were obviously many people following me around.

He put his arm around me to prevent me from falling off the horse. I heard him comforting me in my ear: "Don't worry, I'm here."

I just looked at him and said nothing.

I wasn't worried or scared, anyway, he was a master.

But he was hurt because of me.

While he was fighting against the swarming men, I was thrown off my horse.

He caught me, hurting his arm and bleeding.

I felt scared and guilty, so I cried.

I was supposed to be the one taking care of him, but in the end it was him who kept comforting me: "I'm fine, I just shed some blood. Yiran, please stop crying. I'm really fine... don't cry..."

Since then, I have obviously become less resistant to him, and he seems to have felt it, with more and more smiles on his face.

Finally, he asked me to marry him, and I agreed.

I can feel his sincerity, so I have no reason to refuse, and I am still a maid in Fengminghuang.

I asked him why he fell in love with me, and he said: "Because you made me feel that women can be so indifferent."

Nonsense.

Later, I found out that when I was about to be sold to Fengminghuang, I gave all my money to a beggar. I was still a child at that time, and I just thought that I would rather give it to the beggar than give me that.

Uncle, and his savior was the beggar. After all, I was the indirect savior. The beggar told him about me before he died, so he paid attention to me.

And I can't figure out why he paid attention to me and finally fell in love with me, but he refused to say, forget it, men only care about face.

He took me to meet his good friends.

When he found out that his good friend was the Third Prince, he was really shocked. He actually knew the Third Prince and other people in the palace.

But I thought that the third prince would be as cold and ruthless as he was a few years ago, but I didn't expect... to be so gentle. Of course, this tenderness was for the third princess alone.
To be continued...