In the last days, love brain-killed the last god

Seeing Xiaolou's expression of despair, Xiao Ruo gathered her thoughts and said, "Sister, now the prince has a princess whom the matchmaker is marrying."

"He said he would no longer be a prince and live a happy life with me." Xiaolou finally couldn't hold it back and cried loudly.

"Sister, you are confused! How many men don't love rights? I'm afraid there are none? What's more, he is a prince. He has lived in fine clothes since he was a child. He is used to living a life of having to stretch out his hands for food and open his mouth for clothes. How could he possibly I’m giving up my glory and wealth!”

"Is he like this too?" Xiaolou cried so hard that he could hardly breathe. Xiaoruo also wiped his tears and patted Xiaolou's chest.

"Sister, even if the prince and you really get what they want at that time, can you guarantee that the prince will not regret it in the future? When he loves you, everything is like a piece of cake. When he doesn't love you, you take out your heart and give it to him. He will I also dislike dirtying my hands."

"Xiao Ruo, how could my heart..."

"Sister, a man's heart can hold many people. I have seen through this a long time ago. Sister, our women's hearts can also hold many people, so that we can live happily and joyfully."

Seeing that Xiaolou was silent, Xiao Ruo spoke again, "Sister, come on, tonight is Oiran night. If the prince is still interested, I will definitely spend thousands of dollars to come to you tonight. Sister, please stop me this time too. If today The late man is not a prince, so just let it go."

Xiaolou wiped his tears and sat up suddenly, "He will come, I feel that he will come!"

Lin Jingxue really wanted to go down and give Xiaolou a slap in the face to wake her up.

Lin Jingxue felt that the Eighth Prince would never come. How could a man give up his country for a woman?

Sure enough, as expected, it was a businessman who got the oiran night.

He looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a big belly, and the eyes on his face were only slits squeezed by the fat, and he looked at the small building with a lustful look.

Xiaolou went back to the room with the man with a sad look on his face.

Lin Jingxue didn't want to watch it, but she couldn't watch such a scene that was not suitable for children.

However, Lin Jingxue's body floated into the room uncontrollably. Lin Jingxue looked up at the sky, "It's too much!"

However, her body still floated towards the room, where Xiaolou was kneeling in front of the man.

"I am the prince's man..."

"A person of the prince? Even if the king of heaven comes today, I will sleep with you today."

The fat man's eyes widened, and you could actually see some of the whites of his eyes.

"Slave, please, I can't betray the prince."

"You bitch, you've already gone to a brothel to hang out, and you still want to build an archway?" He said and slapped Xiaolou on the face.

Xiaolou staggered and fell to the ground, but was pulled up by the fat man's arm.

However, the fabric on her body was really fragile, and with this pull, a large section of her sleeves was torn off, revealing her white and tender arms.

"Hey, it's quite white." The fat man hugged Xiaolou.

Lin Jingxue spat hard, "Bah, you stinky pervert."

The sexy scene did not happen, because Lin Jingxue's eyesight went dark and brightened, and Xiaolou was the only one left in the room.

She was lying on the bed, with bruises all over her body. She opened her eyes and stared at the bed curtain motionlessly, seeming to be saying something in her mouth.

"It was you who betrayed me first..."

Then Lin Jingxue's eyes darkened and then lit up.

In Chunxiang Tower, Xiaolou smiled charmingly and half-sat on a man's lap.

The following days were like this, and Xiaolou became a famous courtesan throughout the country.

Not only because of Xiaolou’s beauty, but also because of Xiaolou’s talent.

She can compete with poets by reciting poems, spend time with nobles, and make businessmen smile happily and spend huge sums of money on her.

Only Lin Jing and Xuemeng could see it. Late at night, she would sit on the edge of the bed in a daze, with a blank look on her face.

Lin Jingxue looked up at the sky. She felt that it was time for her to go back. She had already guessed Xiaolou's life.

However, Lin Jingxue was still watching, watching the life of the small building like a bystander.

Within two years, the Eighth Prince was already the emperor, and Xiang Yun was also the queen.

In the autumn of the second year after the Eighth Prince ascended the throne, their army was ambushed by the enemy, and the enemy captured the surrounding cities in one fell swoop.

That winter, the country collapsed.

It snowed heavily for a month, and the enemy's army finally reached Kyoto.

At this time, an incredible imperial edict came.

Let the girls from Chunxiang Tower reward the three armies and wait for the soldiers of the three armies to fight the enemy country to the death.

Lin Jingxue is floating in the sky. This country Lin Jingxue has never heard of. This world is not her world in her previous life.

Nowadays, most of the people who fled in Kyoto have fled, but the brothels are still standing strong. There are at least ten brothels here, but the imperial edict only refers to Chunxiang Tower.

Lin Jingxue saw Xiaolou. She was wearing a thin red robe with large sleeves. The tail of the dress was almost five meters long.

Her clothes stood out in the snow.

"I finally walked out of Chunxiang Tower." Xiaolou walked out of Chunxiang Tower step by step with her bare feet red from the cold.

Behind her was an empty room with no one in it.

"Xiaolou!" Lin Jingxue wanted to stop Xiaolou. These days, she also understands that Xiaolou is not wrong. She loves others with her sincerity. She is not wrong.

It was the Eighth Prince who was wrong, a coward!

"Eighth Master, you expected me to wear red, but now I do." Xiaolou stopped in front of the Imperial Guards.

"Girl, where are the other people in Chunxiang Building?" A guard glanced at the small building with a squinting look, and then looked at the dark room behind.

"They're all dead." Xiaolou smiled, as if to say, the snow is so beautiful.

"Girl, do you know..." Another guard looked at the small building and hesitated to speak.

"Let's go, she finally got what she wanted." Xiaolou walked forward step by step with a gentle smile on his face.

A group of guards hurriedly followed, and the clanking of armor made the small building look even thinner and thinner.

Lin Jingxue hurriedly pushed the small building, but it passed through her body.

Lin Jingxue knew that Xiaolou wanted to see the Eighth Prince before he died. Lin Jingxue knew that she could not stop Xiaolou.

The snow was still falling and she was walking slowly through the small building. She wondered if the Eighth Prince would suddenly rush out from the side and protect her like before.

Maybe not, she is no longer clean.

Until they stopped at a tent, Xiaolou was still smiling, but she couldn't stop crying.

Now, she has completely given up. Her eighth master died on the day he entered the palace to ask for the order.

Her eighth grandfather no longer loves her.

Lin Jingxue watched Xiaolou enter the tent, but she could not move forward. She felt that her body suddenly became lighter.

"Are you going back?" Lin Jingxue felt her face was cold and stretched out her hand, only to realize that she didn't know when her face had been filled with tears.

Lin Jingxue floated upwards uncontrollably. She turned her head and saw in the distance, the eighth prince covered in blood, holding a head and smiling maniacally.