The night is like a thick inkstone that cannot be spread out. A hazy moonlight shines like cicada wings on the cinnabar-colored pavilion in Yiyuan.
The simple garden is brightly lit at this time, rising and falling, and people are drinking wine. The clear singing and light dancing captivated the country and the city. Shy murmurs and laughter are intertwined, and the beautiful shadows in the embroidered hibiscus green tent are endlessly glitzy and the garden is filled with spring scenery.
Mr. Jian, I am the owner of this garden. My real name is Jian Ye, but in order not to attract attention, I have dressed in men's clothing all my life, so I also call myself Mr. Jian.
"Master Jian, the business is here. Shopkeeper Luo is waiting for you in the cubicle."
The delicate whispers rang in the ears, making one's bones soften. Turning his head, he saw a pair of dark and deep purple eyes, with flowing light, green snail eyebrows and long black eyebrows, a face like a peach blossom, charming and charming. Her long black hair is slightly curly and exotic, setting off her snow-white and milky silky skin. She is wearing a deep purple brocade dress, the train of which is embroidered with many manjus and sandalwoods, which is a strange red color.
"Wan'er, let go of your hands. There are differences between men and women." I said, seeing this little girl actually holding my arm and placing it softly on her chest. Although I am a woman, such physical contact really makes me uncomfortable.
Dong Waner pouted and then let go of her hands. Autumn water was flowing in her eyes, like pear rain, which made me feel pity for her.
This business is an unfair industry. It involves buying poor children from traffickers, training them in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and then performing on stage in Jian Yuan to win rewards, which can be regarded as a way for those children to make a living.
Intention: Unfair treatment in ancient times. Just people were exiled, but treacherous people had a prosperous life.