Lure Eunuch

[Full text completed] It doesn't cost much, please support the genuine version! Text of this article: Zhiqiu is a popular oiran in Suzhou Prefecture. She is naturally charming, has a beautiful body and a beautiful heart, and has numerous guests. But that day, among the crowd of dignitaries, she only saw Lu Zhan. I heard that he was the weaving eunuch who had just been sent from Beijing. He was so powerful that everyone was afraid of him, and everyone scolded him when he turned his back. Only Zhiqiu was not afraid. She held up his hand behind her back and wiped away the blood stains for him. Lu Zhan's hands were hot and his eyes were cold, but something secretly sprouted in his heart. What responded to her was a frantic heartbeat and a future planned for her. He chose a good son-in-law for Zhiqiu and sent her to someone else's arms. But Zhiqiu shook her head, shed tears all over the floor, and threatened not to marry him unless she was there. He smiled bitterly: "But I am a eunuch." She wiped her tears and said nonchalantly: "I've met many men, what's so strange? A man's dignity doesn't live on his body, but in his heart." From then on, she became Lu Zhan's cut off dignity, stubbornly growing in his heart, even if he lost his life, he had to save it. Oiran × True Eunuch Highlight "he"! ! ————Copywriting of "Meet My Aunt"———— Huaxian was engaged to marry to Shan's family in Beijing to fill a house. Her mother took her to Beijing to live with a distant relative to marry her. That day, the ten-year-old Huaxin suddenly grew up in seniority. A five-year-old boy stood in front of her, saluted, and called his aunt unconvinced. The little nephew had an unpredictable temperament. He would catch insects and put them in floral silk quilts, and he would also buy all the handkerchiefs she made to supplement the expenses. In return, Huaxing taught him how to write. Everyone in the house was astonished that the young master, who usually couldn't sit still, actually sat in front of the desk for two hours! It was really strange that on the wedding day, the most noisy little nephew did not come to see her off. Huaxin glanced at the crowd and left in disappointment. On that day, Xi Huan hid in the crowd and followed the sedan chair for ten miles. After returning home, he burned the poems that Huaxin had taught him to write when he was a child, and continued to be the rich and happy young master he was. Not wanting anything to happen to Xi Mansion, Xi Huan was entrusted to Hua Silk to take care of him. Everyone else said that Xi Huan could be sensible all night long under the fence. Only Huaxing was worried: "Huan'er, tell your aunt, is someone from the Shan family giving you trouble?" Xi Huan stared at her lips and rolled her throat hard, shaking his head and smiling bitterly. No one can embarrass him, it's just his lifelong delusions that embarrass him. After reviving the family, his aunt became a widow. Xi Huan rushed to Shan Mansion overnight and pressed on her step by step. His eyes were so greedy that he looked like a different person. He looked at the flower silk and felt his heart go numb... "Aunt, I have a cut on my hand. Can you lick it for me like you did when you were a child?" Intention: Only by letting go of the past can we have a future.