Manmei shook her head, "No one should do anything for others. I'm grateful for everything you did to me."
Jiang Shang felt like there was something behind her words, and wanted to continue asking, but Manmiao had already closed the door, "I'm a little tired, let's take a nap first."
Jiang Shang wanted to stretch out his hand, but as soon as he raised it, he put it down again, "You should have a good rest."
Manmei didn't fall asleep even when she returned to bed.
This time when she came out with Jiang Shang, she set out with a very tangled mentality.
On the one hand, she felt in her heart that Jiang Shang was not a good match. To be precise, Jiang Shang was not a good match for her. However, Jiang Shang's sincerity moved her very much. On the other hand, Manmiao was alone in the book.
After living in the middle school for so long, she has never had anyone she can rely on. As a woman, no matter how strong a female man is, at least she is still a woman. There will be times when she is weak and there will be times when she wants to rely on men.
Manmei knew that she was subconsciously looking for a broad shoulder.
There is no need to mention Hua Feng. With him, he would kill Ji Qi every minute.
Not to mention Lan Ting, being able to be a partner with him is considered a high achievement. How can he expect such a prince to be sincere to him? He is not a joke invited by the monkey.
The only reliable one, Jiang Shang, seems unreliable now. For men with high positions, power is always more important than women.
Manmiao turned over on the bed and muttered to herself, why is it so difficult to find a good man?
Fortunately, Miss Graceful never liked having insomnia worrying about her future. After thinking about it for a while, she decisively fell asleep.
When she woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning the next day. She slept all afternoon and all night!
It is normal for you to not sleep well and need to catch up on sleep during the few days you were held hostage.
She comforted herself like this and got up late confidently.
The maid helped her wash up, and she suddenly felt a little awkward. She could no longer enjoy the convenience Jiang Shang brought to her as she was used to and with peace of mind before.
She put on her clothes and simply pulled up her hair. Even though she had only been outside for a few days, she was a little afraid to go out. She didn't know if she had a disaster constitution. She didn't say anything when something happened when she went out. She met her twice while squatting in the house.
The kidnapper, even if others are not afraid of trouble, she herself can't bear it.
Because she was kidnapped by Deng Yanshuo, the Deng family sent a lot of gifts to apologize. Manmei was unwilling to meet the Deng family. Jiang Shang, Yu Han and Qin Qifeng went out to socialize together. They only heard the bustle of people in the next room. Manmei was bored.
A man was sitting in the house looking at the scenery outside my window.
Sitting alone, I watched the sky change from bright to dark, from bright sunshine to sunset.
After a while, Manmiao heard the sound of a group of them going out together. Several people stood at the door and waited for a long time to make room for who could go out first. When Manmiao heard this, she wanted to kick them all out one by one.
When I was at the door, I heard them mention the words "courtesan" and "first night". Manmei was immediately worried.
After watching too many TV dramas, the story of an oiran auctioning off her first night is a common scene. Generally speaking, it is a very common must-have item in time travel for the heroine to be an oiran.
Manmei finally knows why so many women in TV dramas and various time-travel novels disguise themselves to go to brothels. Are you so fucking curious?
Nowadays, you don’t just have to spend money to have sex with an oiran. You need to appreciate you first. After several tea games, if the oiran gives you a hint, then you can spend money to buy a thousand pieces of gold. If you just give money to see the oiran,
I'm sure you'll be slapped out by the caretaker of the brothel. You thought it was a TV series with brain damage! Unless it's an outdated courtesan and the madam has a new candidate to replace her, there is really no such thing as the courtean who accepts customers for money.
, if the oiran is really so worthless, why bother calling him an oiran? Just call him a prostitute!
Manmei found a dark dark coat, wrapped it around her body, combed her hair into a man's bun, and tied a hairband of the same color. She looked a bit like a man. This kind of clothing was originally meant for men and women.
They were all the same, just different in color, pattern and size. Thinking it was a martial arts competition, Jiang Shang prepared some men's clothes for her. She just needed them and walked out directly, "Let's go and see what they said."
Oiran."
The maids were about to kneel down at that time. How can a good lady go to a brothel? Even a decent lady knows that her husband is fascinated by the fireworks woman, she just sends her servants to look for her. If she goes there herself
If you look for someone, you will definitely be ridiculed.
The carriage they boarded was arranged by the Deng family. Those carriage drivers had lived in Laizhou for generations. How could they not know which brothel their master was going to?
She drove there with a look of embarrassment on her face, but when she got there, Manmei was pulled tightly by two maids, who refused to let her get out of the car. She had no choice but to have Yu Han come over.
Why go to Yu Han instead of Jiang Shang? Obviously, Jiang Shang would not agree. Maybe he thought Manmiao came to the brothel to catch an adulterer.
Yu Han came down quickly, and the coachman reported that he was looking for Mr. Yu. He was still very surprised as to why the Deng family's coachman was looking for him. When he saw Manmei, his relaxed smile immediately turned into a bitter look.
"Auntie, what are you doing here?" Yu Han almost collapsed. He finally knew that he would be repaid for not worshiping God every year.
Manmiao gave him a look that said, "Are you an idiot?" and said directly, "Of course I'm here to see what it's like to be an oiran."
"Jiang Shang is just here for a visit, you don't need to worry." Yu Han quickly helped his brothers to clear up the relationship. If this matter breaks out, Jiang Shang will not get angry at Manmiao, and he will become a doormat.
Graceful rolled her eyes helplessly, "I'm worried about you. He looks at his, and I look at mine. He can be attracted by the oiran because he is charming. Do you know that men have four joys? Maybe tonight Jiang Shang will be successful.
Woolen cloth."
Yu Han looked dumbfounded, "What kind of man is so happy? He's so young?"
"On the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, when the names on the gold medal list are inscribed, there is rain after a long drought, and an old friend meets in a foreign land." Manmei patiently explained his doubts, "The night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber is second only to the time when the names on the gold list are named, and it is known as a small success."
"What a young Dengke! It seems that this young master is also a member of the same profession. Why don't we go in together to see what the courtesan looks like? It's not a waste of time to come to Laizhou." A slightly lazy voice came over, speaking at a leisurely pace.
With a hint of appreciation.
Manmiao was sitting in the car with the curtain raised and talking to Yu Han. Most of her body was exposed. She subconsciously looked back and saw a gorgeous carriage parked next to her. She vaguely saw someone sitting behind the curtain.
It is made of thin bamboo strips, with some outward slopes, so that you can see the outside from the inside, but it is not easy to see the inside from the outside.
A note to readers:
Yesterday, many friends left me messages. I was very happy. No matter what, I will definitely write this book seriously. I have an outline. Writing according to the outline can clarify my ideas. There are some relatively small transfer links.
It’s very painful to write. It’s obvious that I’m going to write about big things, but I end up stuck on small details. I can’t do it without writing. It’s very painful.
