Yelu Qingge came to Youlan Garden today to recruit military prostitutes for the Military Comfort Station. Su Hongyu was one of the four famous prostitutes in the Jiang and Song Dynasties. She was not only beautiful in appearance, but also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. The most important thing was that she
I have been immersed in Goulan Court for many years, and I have more unique insights into the rules of the industry and what prostitutes think and want.
He wanted to hear Su Hongyu's opinion on the cavalry army's failure to recruit military prostitutes several times.
"Sir...you are too flattering to Hongyu." Su Hongyu was not in a good mood, because Yelu Qingge had told her before that the young man named Meienjiya was a woman.
It seems that his palace has a new love that he holds in the palm of his hand.
Su Hongyu's eyes flashed with sadness. How could he be so caring and caring to another woman in front of her? He could bring all the women he liked back to the palace to be concubines, but only she would always be ostracized.
Working as a brothel prostitute who is looked down upon by everyone...
I recall that a few years ago, Bianjing Fengyue Tower fell in love with a foreign general at first sight. Since then, I have been deeply in love with each other and couldn't help it. I was willing to leave behind the romance and prosperity of Wenrou Township and follow him to the cold and vast Beidi City. Year after year,
Day after day, she stayed quietly in Orchid Garden to live a life of self-sacrifice for him. Why was she suffering like this? Isn’t it just so that one day she could gain his approval, step into the gate of the palace, and have a little peace, and end this remaining life?
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Now it seems that all her thoughts have been in vain.
He was originally a ruthless man. She knew it from the first time they met. She was burdened by obsession and knew there was no way forward, but she was still like a moth flying into the flame, willing to sacrifice herself for him...
"Hongyu..." Yelu Qingge called her.
Su Hongyu suddenly came back to her senses, stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar handsome face in front of her, and said with a wry smile: "Sir, what Hongyu can do is to leave all the girls in Youlan Garden to you."
Yelu Qingge looked at her and said: "Hongyu, I don't want to use forced methods to recruit military prostitutes. Because doing so will only accumulate public resentment and destabilize the military morale." There are hundreds of thousands of troops, and there are more than a hundred military prostitutes in the military comfort station.
It's definitely not enough for them to have fun.
Su Hongyu rubbed the fine white catkins and said in embarrassment: "It's not that Hongyu doesn't want to help me, but the women in the brothel are really pitiful. They can still get some money in the brothel to supplement their families or support themselves in old age. Go
After arriving at the military comfort center, the money they received was not enough for medical treatment and medicine, and they would be ruined early and die without a burial place. Lord, they are really afraid..."
Yelu Qingge lowered his eyes and carefully considered Su Hongyu's words. He felt that the crux might be here. Most of the prostitutes in the military comfort center died early. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, they lived in poverty and misery. He wanted to break through
In this situation, we can only work hard on the recruitment provisions.
"Hongyu, what do you think about increasing the salary of military prostitutes?" he asked.
Su Hongyu shook her head and said: "This may be able to recruit a group of people, but there are too many soldiers. They will undoubtedly die if they go in." Earlier, in the Fireworks Willow Alley of Xuanwu Street, there was a rumor that a military prostitute was ravaged by hundreds of sergeants.
Her lower body became a bloody hole and she was beaten to death. She remembered that the girls in Youlan Garden were so frightened that they did not dare to accept guests for several days.
Yelu Qingge frowned and said nothing, yes, so what if a group of military prostitutes were recruited? It would not solve the demands of a large number of sergeants at all. If they could not satisfy their desires, they would still disturb the people and engage in prostitution, causing countless troubles to the border areas.
At this time, Mei Liangchen, who was sitting silently by the side, suddenly had a whim and said something strange. "Let them take turns to go home!" As far as she knew, the unique early marriage custom of Min Liao country caused young men to get married and have children at an early age.
In just one Sima camp, nearly half of the soldiers had families and families. If they were sent home in turn, it would solve the problem of men's excess hormone secretion, and on the other hand, it would close the relationship between the military and the people. It would kill two birds with one stone.
"Nonsense!" Agula blushed with anger, "What do you know! The sergeants have gone home, who will guard the border and fight!"
Mei Liangchen said unconvinced: "It's not like we let them all leave! A battalion can be divided into several groups to take turns going home to reunite with their wives. There is no war anyway, so there is no need for so many people to stay in the military camp." She once stayed in the camp.
In time and space, the wives of soldiers are called military wives. Soldiers have service periods and family leave. Sergeants like cavalry sergeants who joined the army and marched when they were young have already met the requirements of second-level non-commissioned officers. If they were in China, they would enjoy dozens of benefits every year.
days off.
"False!" Agula sneered.
Mei Liangchen curled his lips, turned his face and said nothing. How could people from two different worlds communicate with each other?
However, Yelu Qingge was aroused by her unintentional words. His eagle eyes flashed with sparkle. He held Mei Liangchen's hand and asked, "How did you come up with it? Is there anything else?"
I won’t tell you if I have it.
She shook her head and refused to speak. He used some strength to pinch her beautifully shaped chin and turned to him. "Meengiya, you'd better tell me more!" Intuitively, she had a better idea.
"It hurts..." She shook her head, trying to break free from his restraint.
"As long as you can help me, Meengiya, I will let you stay in the stable every day!" Except at night, he would lock her beside him.
Mei Liangchen fell into the trap, but she also had a good idea. She looked back at Yelu Qingge and asked seriously: "Can you keep your word?"
"Didn't I fulfill my promise today? Meengiya!" He did it and asked her to go back to Sima Camp to take care of Battelle, and she was very grateful to him for this.
"Okay...but you have to promise me that I made a mistake and you are not allowed to get angry and punish me!" She was so afraid of his sudden anger that she stayed cautiously beside him, as she would still get hurt.
"I promise!" He looked at her deeply.
"General... don't listen to her nonsense!" Agula hurriedly stopped him. Yelu Qingge didn't even look at him and scolded him coldly: "Agula, if you talk more, I will cut your tongue!"
The breeze ruffled the treetops, and the courtyard suddenly became quiet.