Jing Boran looked at the Demon Lady, his delicate face calmed down, with unspeakable self-mockery.
He knew this was the result.
Oh……
Jing Boran lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Be careful when you sleep. There are many people in the capital, so be careful."
The demon girl looked at the man's upright back and suddenly said: "I never talk about my past. Now I want to say it. Are you willing to listen?"
Jing Boran suddenly turned his head, his eyes brighter than ever.
The demon girl looked at him with a slight smile: "I have been in prison before."
Jing Boran frowned, his tone full of disbelief: "You? Go to jail?"
"Yeah." The demon girl said in a calm tone, sounding like she was talking about someone else's affairs: "When I was very young, I fell in love with a person, but this person always thought that I would not be hurt and sympathized with other women.
At that time, I lost my trust in me. At that time, my family suffered a heavy blow. Someone wanted to frame my grandfather. I liked that person so much that I fell into the woman's trick and injured the person with a whip. Those who wanted to
The people who killed the demons reported this matter to the emperor. In order to intercede for me, my grandfather entered the palace while ill and knelt outside the palace for three days and three nights. When he came back, he could barely breathe. Later,
My grandfather went away, and I was imprisoned for four years. After I came out, I opened a brothel, where there were girls and... men. My life was pretty good, but my body was too worn out. I thought
I didn’t have long to live, but I didn’t expect to be picked up by you, which is my blessing. After all, no one who has been in prison can live as well as me.”
The more Jing Boran listened, the closer he frowned. He looked at the Demon Girl's face under the light. After a long time, he said in a volume that the Demon Girl could definitely hear: "I don't think there is anything wrong with going to jail. In my eyes,
Here, you are cleaner than anyone else."
The demon girl's back was shaken. In the eyes of the world, as long as you have been in prison, no matter what the crime is, it is a stain and you will be discriminated against for the rest of your life.
It was the first time someone told her to be clean.
This is also the first time in so many years that the Demon Lady feels aggrieved.
Yes, it's a grievance.
The grievances hidden deep in my heart surged out like a flooded river, coloring my eyes.
Jing Boran stood beside her, hesitated for a long time, then put his hand on her head, rubbed it back and forth, his eyes filled with emotion.
Unspeakable pampering.
The purest kind of pampering without a trace of impurity...
On this day, the two of them did not sleep in separate rooms.
Instead, one slept on the bed and the other slept on the floor.
They say they are sleeping, but in fact they are chatting with each other, their voices neither high nor low, with a hypnotic tone...
In this room, there is no distinction between men and women, just two people who have been alone for too long, come together.
The night outside was getting darker and darker, and it wasn't until the early morning that the sounds of conversations in the house completely disappeared.
At noon, after having lunch, Jing Boran decided to go to the mansion again. Since he had come to the capital, he couldn't go back without even meeting him.
He told the devil girl his plan.
After looking at him for a few seconds, the demon girl said: "I will go with you, but before going there, you should accompany me to another place first."
"good."
Basically, Jing Boran would not refuse the arrangement of the Demon Girl.
only……
"Wouldn't it be strange for me to dress like this?" Jing Boran tugged on the fur cloak on his body. It was a silver-white robe with a few roses embroidered on the cuffs. It was low-key and had a hint of luxury, which made Jing Boran stand out.
He became cleaner and more handsome.
Under the shocked gaze of the shopkeeper, the demon girl put away the silver ring in her hand, looked back at Jing Boran and smiled: "No."
"Really..." Jing Boran was a little doubtful. He had been wearing coarse clothes for so many years, and he was really not used to changing into fine clothes.
The demon girl tried to comfort him: "Don't worry, I used to dress up the waiters in my shop, and they are all the top names in the building."
Jing Boran:...Why is he feeling worse and worse!!!
After buying clothes, Mo Niang changed shoes and accessories for Jing Boran, and even combed his hair herself.
Jing Boran allowed herself to be manipulated by her, with the corner of her mouth slightly raised, as if she would be happy if she was happy.
It has to be said that after dressing up, Jing Boran is no worse than the young men in the capital.
This gave the Demon Lady a sense of accomplishment. When she led Jing Boran out, many people were already looking at him.
Jing Boran was slow to react and completely unaware. His black and white eyes only looked at the big red door in front of him.
"I wonder if Bo Lan is here this time." He whispered, as if he was asking the Demon Queen or talking to himself.
The demon girl smiled and said, "You'll know when you go in and take a look."
Jing Boran nodded and knocked on the door again. The boy who answered the door today was not the same as yesterday.
As soon as the boy saw the clothes of Mo Niang and Jing Boran, he invited them through the gate without saying a word: "You two come in quickly, my adults and the young men from all the families are all in the backyard. It has just begun and the fun is getting lively.
"
"But..." Jing Boran opened his mouth, about to say that we are not here to play.
The demon girl took over the conversation: "Really? It seems we are still late."
"It's not too late, it's not too late. Where are we going now?" the boy said, stretching out his hand to lead the way for the two of them.
The Demon Queen walked over naturally and casually hugged the fur shawl that had slid aside. Her white fingers showed nobility. Her walking posture was very beautiful, with an indescribable elegance.
Jing Boran looked at her back and suddenly felt that maybe this was her.
The man living at the foot of the mountain holding a wooden stick to dry quilts is just an illusion.
The person in front of me, who is well-dressed and walks beautifully, is the real her!
There is a kind of person in this world who is born to wear fine clothes and eat fine food.
The Demon Girl is undoubtedly that kind of person. No matter what path she has traveled or what downturn she has experienced, only she can wear the luxury of silver fur...
…
The house was surprisingly lively today. It was the Chinese New Year and the young masters had some free time. It was not surprising that they would gather together.
The Demon Lady is very familiar with this circle. These days are the time when young men gather together to eat, drink and have fun. When the New Year's Eve comes, they really have to stay at home to watch the New Year's Eve.
Tomorrow, it will be another year...
The demon girl smiled and followed the boy into a courtyard with a strong scholarly atmosphere.
There is a green winter bamboo planted in the courtyard, which is fed by hot spring water and planted with evergreen bamboo.
In the center of the courtyard, there were several young masters sitting, looking as if they were playing with sieves in their hands, very lazily. Beside them sat a pretty lady in pink, laughing and chattering, and the atmosphere was thick.
Until Jing Boran and the others came over, Jing Bolan, who was laughing with General Mu, suddenly stood up.
His movements were a bit abrupt, which attracted several young masters to look at him sideways.
Jing Bolan reacted very quickly, curling his lips and smiling: "You guys play first, I'll go handle some official business."
The young masters were in high spirits and did not pay much attention to what was going on here.
After Jing Boran saw Jing Bolan, his black eyes were so bright and beautiful: "Bolan..."
"How do you do things?" Jing Bolan's first words were to the servant, and his voice was low: "How many times have I told you not to let people into the house casually?"
The boy was dumbfounded when he heard this, and quickly explained: "Aren't these two distinguished guests invited by your Excellency?"
"No." Jing Bolan's tone was impatient.
Then, he turned around and said to Jing Boran: "How did you find this place?"
His voice was still very low, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.
No matter how slow Jing Boran was, he realized that his brother didn't seem to welcome him, and the smile on his face gradually stiffened: "I'm here to give you New Year's goods."
"New Year's goods? Just for this?" The sarcasm in Jing Bolan's mouth was so obvious. He turned his head and glanced behind him: "Forget it, go back quickly! Also, if others ask, don't tell them,
You are my brother."
Jing Boran was stunned. He did not expect to receive such a warning, and his beautiful eyes lost the brilliance they had when they first arrived.
"Why?" He always wants to ask a reason.
Jing Bolan felt that if things continued like this, the people over there would come over, so he simply said it bluntly: "You don't understand what the capital is at all. What we are talking about here is connections, relationships, and...
It's money! If they know that I am not the son of a wealthy businessman from Jiangnan, but a poor boy taught by a teacher, no one will be willing to be friends with me. It is not easy for me to climb to my current position. If you really do it for the Jing family
Okay, just leave quickly, dad doesn't count on you anymore anyway. From now on, the Jing family can only rely on me to bring glory to our ancestors."
Obviously, Jing Bolan has been nailed to the spot by this rhetoric.
He felt that even his fingers were stiff. He wanted to walk, but he couldn't take any steps.
The Demon Lady, who had not said a word from beginning to end, walked over and put her hand in his palm. Her voice was a little softer than before: "Boran, let's go."
Just as Jing Boran was about to nod, he heard a deep and deep voice not far away: "Bo Lan, ask your friends to come over and play a game."
Jing Bolan pointed his fingers and said with a smile: "He won't."
"Betting, you can master this kind of thing just by playing." General Mu's attitude was very casual, but people familiar with him could easily see the oppression in his eyes.
Naturally, Jing Bolan did not dare to say anything in front of him, so he could only turn his head and pretend to smile at Jing Boran: "Since General Mu thinks highly of you, come and play a few games."
"Me?" Jing Boran stood there, shook his head towards General Mu, and politely refused: "I don't know how to bet."
General Mu laughed. It seemed that this was the first time someone dared to say the word "no" in front of him.
"Just watch. If you gamble, all the money here is yours. If you don't gamble..." General Mu stood up and raised his thin lips slightly: "The consequences are hard to say."
Jing Boran raised his eyebrows: "Then neither will I..."
"Let's bet." The Demon Lady interrupted him with a chuckle: "It's a good thing to get money, why not bet."
General Mu withdrew his eyes and placed them on the Demon Girl's face. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that this woman looked familiar.
He had just returned to Beijing and had met many young ladies. She must not be from the capital.
So, where does this familiar feeling come from...
And the young men standing behind him were all rookies who had just been promoted from various places, and they didn't know the Demon Lady even more.
General Mu narrowed his dangerous eyes, and a strong sense of oppression overflowed from his upright and clear face.
"Let's play the simplest thing and bet on big or small." When he came to his senses, the woman in front of him had skillfully pushed the sieve cup to the middle: "Find someone to come out and shake the sieve."
General Mu chuckled and glanced at the soldiers behind him.
The soldier didn't say anything. He lowered his head and shook the sieve cup. It wasn't the best technique, but it was better to drop the sieve cup quickly.
"Big." The demon girl said, waved her hand, and pushed out all the money.
Even though Jing Boran had never gambled before, he knew that the Demon Lady was undoubtedly risking her life by doing this...
He, who had always been dull, couldn't help but become nervous.
When he opened the sieve cup and saw two fives and one six, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Jing Bolan laughed inexplicably: "What a good luck."
"Master Jing is just joking, it's just a joke. You can tell what luck you have." The Demon Girl sat lazily on the wooden chair and leaned back: "If the master comes to shake the cup, my luck will be better.
"
General Mu looked at her playfully and said, "In that case, Bo Lan, come and shake the cup."
"Okay." Jing Bolan lowered his eyes and picked up the sieve cup with a sneer. He only wanted to win over these two people and let them leave quickly.
Just one handful, two handfuls, three handfuls...seven handfuls.
The witch can guess all the numbers.
Her posture looked very lazy, especially when she looked at Jing Bolan, whose forehead was sweating, there was a faint glint in her eyes, as if she was just having fun with Jing Bolan.
Jing Bolan was a very face-conscious person with a very high self-esteem. Hearing the roar of laughter around him, the more he looked at the Demon Girl, the angrier he felt in his heart.
Where on earth did his elder brother find such a woman? This is simply disgusting!
"Ten games have been played. Master Jing, do you still want to play?"
If the previous actions of the Demon Lady were very subtle, this sentence clearly had a provocative flavor.
She didn't directly expose Jing Bolan as a villain because she knew that Jing Boran didn't want to see that kind of result.
However, she couldn't just let Jing Boran be ridiculed.
She knew better than anyone how much he wanted to see his brother.
If it weren't for my family, who would have traveled a day on the mountain road, snow and ice, to deliver New Year's goods.
Jing Boran has been working as a cow and horse for so many years, and he has never thought about asking his brother for anything in return.
But what about the person in front of me?
Forget it if you don't know how to be grateful, what's the matter with that look of disdain for Jing Boran for embarrassing him...
"No more than ten, keep going!" Jing Bolan's face turned pale with anger from the demon mother. Fortunately, he could still maintain the gentle and elegant appearance.
However, at this moment, an evil and deep voice came from behind the Demon Lady, with a familiar grace: "I advise Mr. Jing to give up. No matter how many times you bet, the result will be the same. What I said
Right, Sister Demon..."
A message to readers: I laughed so much that my stomach ached when I saw all the big speculations in the comment area, especially the one about Xiaojing liking Mr. Luo, hahahaha, wow, you guys are so cute! So I added an update, 4,000 words