Da Bong fights more people

"At the beginning, I was jealous that she was favored by Xu Yinluo alone, but seeing her in such a situation now, I feel so uncomfortable that I can't eat." Another beauty sighed.

"Speaking of which, Xu Yinluo hasn't looked for her for a long time."

"I remember that after Xu Yinluo went to Chuzhou in March, he never came to Jiaofangsi or Yingmei Xiaoge."

"Calculating carefully, when Xu Yinluo returned to Beijing from Chuzhou, it happened that Fuxiang was ill."

All the oirans sighed, Fu Xiang was ill in bed and hadn't seen him for a long time, so naturally Xu Yinluo would not come.

The men came to see them for pleasure, otherwise, they couldn't have been serving them at the sick bed, Xu Yinluo was just an ordinary man.

Mingyan Oiran sighed softly: "Sister Fuxiang has a deep love for Xu Yinluo"

She turned to look at the maid next to her, and ordered: "Send someone to Xu's Mansion to inform, Xu's Mansion is not far from Jiaofangsi, go and come back quickly."

The maid walked out in small steps.

Ming Yan glanced at all the oirans, and said softly: "Let's go see Sister Fuxiang."

"You and I are master and servant. After I leave, you take the banknotes in the cabinet, redeem yourself, and then find a good man to marry. After all, Jiaofangsi is not a girl's destination.

"Remember to hand over the things I left to Xu Yinluo, don't forget."

Fu Xiang leaned on the bed, explaining the funeral.

Mel sat on the round stool, sobbing and nodding.

Light and messy footsteps came from outside the door, Ming Yan Xiaoya and other oirans walked into the room slowly, and said with a smile: "Sister Fuxiang, the sisters are here to see you."

A smile appeared on Fuxiang's face as pale as paper, and her voice was hoarse: "Please sit down."

All the oirans took their seats and chatted calmly for a few words. Ming Yan suddenly covered his mouth and sobbed, "We already know about my sister's physical condition."

Fu Xiang smiled freely: "For me, it's just the end of a journey in my life. I felt like I left here a long time ago."

All the oirans felt the same when they heard the words, and the room was filled with a mournful atmosphere.

Ming Yan said softly: "Sister, don't blame me, my sister has made her own decision and asked someone to notify Xu Yinluo."

Fu Xiang frowned, her tone was a little anxious: "Why did you call him here, I don't want to see him, I don't want to see him at this moment."

Mei'er stood by the bed and cried: "That is also a heartless person. He has never been to Chuzhou since he went to Chuzhou. He must have heard that the lady is seriously ill and has disliked my wife. He is still from Yinluo. Sometimes, I often bring my colleagues to the Jiaofang Division for a drink, and the lady doesn't treat her with all her heart."

The oirans looked at each other and sighed lightly.

Ming Yan said softly: "Sister, what else is on your mind?"

Fu Xiang didn't speak, but looked out the window, the world was vast.

The biggest wish of the daughter of the Jiaofang Division is nothing more than to be able to get rid of the lowly status, leave this place of fireworks, and raise her head to be a human being.

The oirans understood what she meant, but they could only sigh.

The redemption price of Fuxiang is as high as 8000 taels.

Yingmei Xiaoge probably hasn't been this lively for a long time, and Fuxiang chatted very well, but as time went by, she gradually began to be absent-minded.Frequently looked outside the door, as if waiting for something.

All the oirans knew who she was waiting for.

I miss you every day and don't see you.

Mingyan Huakui glanced at the water leak in the house, and a trace of sadness flashed in his bright eyes, that man will not come after all.

"It's getting late, sisters, go first." Tears almost welled up in her eyes: "Sister Fuxiang, take care."

Tears blurred, Ming Yan noticed that Fu Xiang's gaze was staring straight at the door, and an intoxicating blush appeared on his pale face.

Ming Yan's delicate body froze suddenly.

Xiaoya Huakui pursed her lips.

The other oirans also noticed the abnormality of Fuxiang, they held their breath unconsciously, and slowly turned around to look.

A young man stood at the door, wearing a moon-white Confucian gown, with a piece of emerald green jadeite hanging around his waist, the texture was not bad.

"The robe doesn't fit well, I asked the servant girl in the mansion to change it." His voice was gentle.

Tears welled up in Fuxiang's eyes, this outfit was the first time they saw it.

Last October, a young man in a moon-white Confucian robe came to Yingmei Xiaoge and broke into her life.

Bowl.

Xu Qi'an smiled warmly and said in a gentle voice, "After arriving at Jiaofang Division, I went to do something."

He walked to the table and gently placed an object on the table.

The eyes of all the oirans fell on the table, and they could no longer look away. It was a contract of sale.

197章 舞

The oiran Qiming Inkstone worth 8000 taels, who sold her body, froze her gaze, and couldn't help but feel relief, joy, jealousy and other emotions, all mixed.

The oirans were also in complicated moods, 8000 taels was enough to buy a luxury mansion in a luxurious location in the inner city, the Secretary of the Jiaofang claimed to sell gold caves, but there were very few examples of paying the full 8000 taels to redeem the lives of famous prostitutes.

Officials dare not, while merchants and rich men are in love with money.

But Xu Yinluo did it, he put it down lightly, and what he put down was a full 8000 taels of silver.

What touched the hearts of the oiran ladies the most was that Miss Fuxiang was dying of illness and time was running out.So the 8000 taels of silver were just bought for the wish of a prostitute.

In the world, which man can do this for a woman like them?

Xu Yinluo is different from other men. The hearts of all the oirans almost softened, and they stared at the young man in the Confucian robe.

"Xu Lang"

Looking at the deed of sale on the table, Fu Xiang laughed, her face was full of tears.

Xu Qi'an, who owes you everything, sat by the bed and sighed.

Fu Xiang looked at him softly, her pretty face flushed, and she choked up and said, "You don't have to come, I, I don't look good right now."

Xu Qi'an reached out to touch her cheek with a complicated expression.

"I still have a wish."

Fu Xiang turned her head, looked at all the oirans, and said: "I want to present a dance for Xu Lang at the end, and I kindly ask my younger sisters to accompany me."