033 Happy Birthday
"Do you want to cooperate with me for a long time?" Yan Wushuang's eyes glowed with excitement.
"That's right." Murong Xueyan got up and paced back and forth in the room, just like a prince from a famous family.
Yan Wushuang picked up the fan and drove away the mosquitoes and flies that did not exist in the room. "So, what are your conditions do you have and how do you distribute the profits, five, four or six?"
"Thirty-seven." Murong Xueyan smiled with full confidence.
"Is the requirement so low?" Yan Wushuang looked at her in disbelief.
Murong Xueyan smiled and said, "However, Boss Yan, since you have cooperated with me, you have to listen to me."
"If you have any ideas, just let me know." Yan Wushuang put the fan on the table and smiled.
"First of all, the name of this place needs to be changed. Yihongyuan is too vulgar, and as far as I know, there is another brothel in the capital, also called 'Yihongyuan'. According to me, the name can be changed to 'Mingcuifang'. I don't know what boss Yan wants?
"Mingcui Square? It's amazing, red and green. This name is appropriate!" Yan Wushuang is caused by one bite.
"There is not even a couplet on the gate, which can't attract those famous people who are pretentious. So I think there should be a couplet hanging at the door. Murong Xueyan continued, "What do you think of the sentence 'Cui Cui Hong Hong is everywhere, Ying Ying Yan, wind and rain, year by year and night'?"
"..." Yan Wushuang thought about it for a long time and smiled in a delicate voice, "Little girl, you are young, but you have a seven-hole exquisite heart. You really know a lot."
Of course, at least my soul has been educated for more than ten years in the 21st century. If it hadn't been for that accident, I would have graduated from college. These words, Murong Xueyan thought secretly in her heart and did not declare them.
"In addition, I want to set up a special 'training class' for me to teach everyone to sing in person. As for dance, Miss Ziyuan is in charge of teaching. What do you think of Boss Yan?"
"How thoughtful you are. I admire you." Yan Wushuang has no objection and praises her.
"Sexy Boss..."
"What else?"
"I used 500 taels of silver to help Ziyuan order clothes, this account..."
"A calculating girl! Seeing that you have made a lot of money for your old man recently, you will pay back these five hundred taels. Yan Wushuang pretended to be angry, and her eyes were full of smiles.
"Boss Yan, you can call me Zhiqing, Mu Zhiqing." Murong Xueyan smiled faintly and stretched out a hand.
"Okay, you, my friend, you have made up with me." Yan Wushuang reached out and held her hand and smiled loudly.
On the way back to the royal palace, Xiurong hesitated for a long time and asked the question that had been in his mind for a few days: "Miss, why do you cooperate with the women in the brothel?"
The four words "the woman in the brothel" carry the unexpected contempt. In any era, the women in the brothel are despised by the people of the world, and even Xiurong, a maid who lives in the prime minister's mansion, is no exception.
"Only in this way can I carry forward my song. Moreover, a woman will become a brothel woman, mostly with unknown grievances. We should not look down on them. Just like that boss Yan, she also married a good wife when she was young and tried to be a good wife and mother. Unfortunately, her husband did not completely believe in her and accept her... In fact, what is shameful is not the brothel women, but those hypocrites who are full of benevolence and morality.
"Miss is naturally right." Xiurong has no objection.
"Let's go quickly!" Murong Xueyan urged with a smile.
"Woth girl!" If you don't see him, you will hear his voice first.
Xiurong saw a human head slowly hanging down from a big tree, covering his chest and panting, "You..."
"No trace, don't scare my heart." Murong Xueyan was not surprised, "Come down quickly. If you hang the branch again, it will break."
The two feet hooked upside down on the branch without a trace of strength, turned over and landed steadily.
"Where will you come back when you dress like this?" Guo Wuhen looked at Murong Xueyan from top to bottom, "Woman, you are so handsome in such a dress that you have compared all the men."
"So, I just came back from the brothel, as you said, to hit you men." Murong Xueyan stuck out her tongue.
"How are you... marrying that prince? Did that guy take advantage of you?" Guo Wuhen changed the topic, and some solemn tone made Murong Xueyan very unaccustomed to it.
"We are a registered husband and wife, each of whom we have our own." Murong Xueyan took over in a relaxed tone and smiled, "How about I treat you to a midnight snack?"
"Good." He readily agreed without trace.
After a few steps, the three of them saw a dumpling stall.
"Boss, three bowls of dumplings." Murong Xueyan said in a loud voice.
"Yes. The three guests will wait for a moment. A man in his forties and a simple-looking man answered, and shouted to the busy woman on the other side, "My mother, three bowls of dumplings."
"Hey... I'll be right there." The woman's voice was clear and clear.
Murong Xueyan looked at the couple who set up a stall, and there was an inexplicable emotion in her heart - such a small couple, although they did not wear gold and silver, but they lived a comfortable life, loved each other, occasionally quarreled, and passed their lives carefree. There is no need to fight, no need to cheat, I don't know how many times better than life in the palace or the palace...
"The guest officer is slow to use it. It's a little hot." The woman's voice interrupted Murong Xueyan's thoughts.
Murong Xueyan breathed gently, slowly cooled the hot dumplings in front of her, and then chewed them carefully. The fragrance of meat and the fragrance of green onions flooded her mouth. Maybe because she was hungry, she thought the dumplings were more delicious than the delicacies in the royal palace.
"It's delicious." Murong Xueyan smiled at Xiurong and Guo Wuhen, "If I can make such delicious dumplings, I will make them every day and eat them myself."
"You? It's okay to ask you to come up with an idea. Do it. You don't have time or means. He retorted with no trace of face.
"Hey, you don't believe in Ben... I'm so good? Let me tell you, one day, I will make the best dumplings, and then don't beg me to eat them for you. Murong Xueyan's cheeks were very angry.
"Then I have to look forward to it."
"Of course, I tell you, I have always believed that as long as I am willing to work hard, there is nothing I can't do." Murong Xueyan smiled brilliantly.
At the corner of the road, Jingwang Nangongyi, who came out for a walk alone because she was depressed recently, happened to see her talking and laughing with Guo Wuhen.
That smile...
So clear and flawless, making her whole body look like a glowing crystal.
Why, when she looked at him, she never smiled like this? He always saw her erupt like a volcano and as cunning as a cat, but he had never seen such a pure smile...
After eating enough, he personally sent Murong Xueyan back to the palace. Halfway through, she suddenly asked, "Have you been 'picking flowers' recently?"
"No more." The traceless smile was as innocent as a big boy. "Wo girl, don't laugh at me. I feel... After being infected by you, it seems that everything before is wrong."
"I think yesterday was right and now is wrong." Murong Xueyan thought of Tao Yuanming's sentence in "The Return".
Murong Xueyan suddenly thought that both Guo Wuhen and Nangong Yi like to call her a "maid", but Nan Gongyi's name is often preceded with a word "stinky" or "stupid", and she always has a bad tone... I don't know what the meaning of such a marriage continues...
When she arrived at the gate of the royal palace, she was still worried. After Wuhen left, she pushed open the empty door - it was strange that it was not closed tonight.
There is no one in the courtyard, and the atmosphere seems a little strange. Murong Xueyan went to her room without thinking.
Xiurong took out the fire fold and turned on the oil lamp, and then the two were shocked--
Nangong Yi stood upright in front of the window, dressed in black like ink, with his back to them.
"Hey, are you a ghost?" Murong Xueyan said angrily, "Do you know that people who are scared will scare people to death?"
"You are the ghost. You told me, where did you go tonight and who are you with?" There is a strong smell of gunpowder in Nangongyi's tone.
"Didn't we agree not to interfere with each other? Why should I answer you?" Murong Xueyan curled the corners of her mouth and retorted reluctantly.
"I have never set foot in the place of fireworks, so I also hope you don't cuckold me."
"Green... Hat..." Murong Xueyan choked and couldn't lift it in one breath, and her face was full of tide. Hong, Xiurong hurriedly stroked her back for a long time before she recovered.
"Nangongyi, is your little wife too much and insecure? I'm not your little wife who revolves around you. I can't live without men. Let me tell you, I can definitely live a good life, better than any of you. What if there are no men? In this world, in addition to men, we should live by ourselves. Murong Xueyan said eloquently, even thirsty, and motioned Xiurong to pour tea.
Xiurong poured tea and handed it to his young lady with a smile. Murong Xueyan took a sip of tea, and Fang continued, "I said that you can think I don't exist. As for the outside, I have a lot of scenes to perform. Please don't come to scare people in the middle of the night, okay?
"You..." He was full of upset at the thought of her talking and laughing with another man.
"To make a long story short, if there is nothing to say, please flash out of my room immediately."
"Seven days later is the Empress Dowager's birthday. Remember to prepare a decent birthday gift." Nangong Yi left a word and turned around and left.
"The Empress Dowager's Birthday..." Murong Xueyan was worried when it was not good to come, but she had to pick it at this time. What gift should she bring to celebrate the Empress Dowager's birthday?