No. 8 Brothel

Xiao Tao's forehead and neck were marked with several crimson scratches from Hong Xing's nails, and she finally couldn't hold back her pain and cried out, throwing down the broom and running away. Without any outlet for her frustration, Hong Xing charged towards me with great fury

Having said that, she tossed aside the stunned and motionless red apricot and strode away.

The madam just informed me to get ready, as the opening will be in three days

The level of technological craftsmanship here is quite advanced, estimated to reach the standards of the Song Dynasty

The place I have come to is called Qiuyecity, which is a small town on the western frontier. With high mountains and distant emperors, it is no wonder that a constable can simply let go of an unusual person once they are caught.

The customs and habits here are similar to those of the Ming Dynasty, where male superiority and female inferiority are extremely severe. Women are even not allowed to raise their heads in front of men. Aside from not having bound feet, the ethical principle of "it is a minor issue to starve to death, but a major issue to lose one's virtue" from the Ming Dynasty, which persecuted women, has been learned to perfection.

In the brothel of Cangchun, the red candles flicker, and my shadow sways in the candlelight, appearing both illusory and real...

I turned back with a grin and replied, "That is because the brothel is an important setting for the plot development"

It is possible to start from scratch or to achieve fame overnight

Along with me, Xiaotao and Qingqing were also brought in. On the very night they arrived, they were almost assaulted by two servants. However, I swiftly resolved the situation, and from that moment on, Xiaotao and Qingqing became my first loyal fans.

The clothing here is surprisingly similar to that of the most open period of the Tang Dynasty, albeit with lines that are more fluid and simple

Since this Cangchun Tower has taken me, the so-called "heavenly descended, extraordinarily enchanting, and irresistibly alluring" seductress (I shiver at the thought, such rumors are truly malicious), the flow of customers has surged dramatically, and the click rates for the other "sisters" have skyrocketed! However, the madam did not allow me to receive clients immediately; instead, she plans to tantalize the patrons' appetites before holding a grand ceremony for my debut. A cunning merchant is indeed a cunning merchant; this way, not only does she gain ample time for preparation, but she also stands to make a significant profit!

I naturally do not agree, but I will not foolishly resort to crying, throwing a tantrum, or even contemplating extreme measures. Since I cannot return for the time being, I will, as my idol Lord Zhang Qinglian said, "See how I thrive in this world, like a fish in water, with the winds and waves rising!"

Xiao Tao once curiously asked: "With such skills, why do you still stay in the brothel?"

It is time to start making money, as I gaze at the distant sky, I think to myself, since I want to go back so much, what good is just thinking about it? Let's take action! Next, I will enter the first step of my "Reverse Time Travel Plan":

... ... ... ...

"Minmin! Xiaotao! You two little fairies!" Sister Hongxing stood under the eaves, hands on her hips, scolding loudly, "How many times have I told you! A woman must not raise her head in front of a man! What are you two always smiling and flirting about? Starting so early in the morning!" Hongxing, holding a handkerchief, twisted her hips and marched up to Xiaotao, fiercely suppressing her, "Do you even know what shame is! Do you know what shame is! Do you know what shame is..."

The sky was still early, and the sunlight was not yet abundant, filtering through the leaves in a shimmering manner, appearing quite insubstantial. The unknown large tree in the yard presented a lush scene, with heart-shaped old leaves concealing delicate new ones, shyly trembling in the wind... Little Tao stood in the center of the courtyard like these tender leaves, weak and helpless, trembling slightly... Little Tao stood in the center of the courtyard like these tender leaves, weak and helpless, trembling slightly...

It is now the fifth year of the reign of the later Ming Emperor, with the capital in Changle, and the nation is prosperous and the people are at peace. I can confidently assure you, as someone well-versed in ancient Chinese history, that while the Later Tang and Later Qin can be acknowledged, there has never been any such thing as a Later Ming in China

Little Peach: `` ... ... ? ? ? ! ! ! ''

Then we agreed, "With my radiant smile, give me seven days, and I guarantee that from now on, your Cangchun Tower will prosper immensely!"

In fact, I have no grievances or enmity with Hongxing; I am merely friends with Xiaotao, and thus I must bear joint responsibility

After a month, I have gradually developed a vague understanding of the world I have entered

Three days ago, the owner of the Huang brand, who has always favored the Hongxing brand, took a liking to Xiao Tao, who happened to come in to serve tea. Since then, Xiao Tao has had a difficult time. Xiao Tao is merely a maid, while Hongxing is a formally registered courtesan. Resistance? That is absolutely not permitted.

It has been nearly a month since the crossing. That day, after being bought by the local tyrant, I was directly sent to a brothel under his name. The difference between crossing into a remote mountain forest and crossing onto a bustling street is that

It is strange that when I desperately want to wear something, I cannot, but when I have made up my mind not to wear it, I end up wearing it. For a month now, I have been dreaming every night about my parents, Zhi Yuan, my roommates, KFC, McDonald's, the video games I haven't completed, the literature I haven't finished reading, and that missed call from Zhi Yuan... Everything is a nostalgia for that world. Perhaps only after losing something do we realize what truly suits us. I think I really want to go back... For a month now, I have been dreaming every night about my parents, Zhi Yuan, my roommates, KFC, McDonald's, the video games I haven't completed, the literature I haven't finished reading, and that missed call from Zhi Yuan... Everything is a nostalgia for that world. Perhaps only after losing something do we realize what truly suits us. I think I really want to go back...

It seems to be an alternate history. Realizing this fills me with mixed emotions; the joy comes from the fact that I can casually quote those poems and songs regardless of their era or author. The level of joy is comparable to when I randomly choose B for all the multiple-choice questions and later find out that B is indeed the correct answer. The sadness, however, stems from the fact that I have wasted my efforts memorizing five thousand years of Chinese history. The depth of this sorrow is akin to staying up all night studying ten major questions only to discover that they are all beyond the syllabus. (A typical generation poisoned by exam-oriented education)

Are you challenging me? Your feudal mindset as a woman is simply not on the same level as the thick skin of a 21st-century beauty like me! (This doesn't seem worth boasting about...)

As I watched Hongxing angrily prepare to jab her blood-red nails at me, I nimbly stepped aside, retreating a full yard. I calmly observed Hongxing for a moment, then suddenly broke into an incredibly charming smile, sweetly saying: "Sister Hongxing—this is what we call a charming smile—As for why we smile charmingly, isn't it because—" I turned around in place, twisted a couple of times, and smiled in a way that was utterly enchanting, "Isn't it because—spring has arrived—"

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