In Feng Jin's heart, heaven and man are at war.
In another place, Jiang Pengji came to one of them's boudoir, and found that the furnishings in the house were quite warm and elegant, with a girlish atmosphere everywhere.
"If you feel unwell, drink some sugar water and go to bed earlier." Jiang Pengji smiled and said to the bright girl, Xia'er in the mouth of the prostitute, in a warm voice, "Or, I'll have someone bring you some blood-enriching five reds. soup?"
"Eh?"
Xia'er originally thought that Jiang Pengji was here for fun, but she didn't expect such a sentence, and Chun'er on the side was also at a loss.
"It's already menstruation, so don't pay attention." Jiang Pengji said with a smile, "In the next few days, don't drink alcohol, and don't eat cold food."
month, month
The two girls looked at each other, not sure if it was a psychological factor. When Xia Er said that, she really felt a little pain in her lower abdomen, and there was a faint warmth flowing under her body. reaction.
Jiang Pengji didn't know how women in this era should deal with the monthly aunt, but it wouldn't be too simple anyway, "I don't know how your daughter's family handles this situation, so I brought you all out, and please ask Mrs. Chun'er. Help her out."
The faint smell of blood on Xia'er's body became stronger and stronger, and under Jiang Pengji's attention, her fair face turned red as if it was boiling.
Happy women, most of the menstrual periods are irregular, and many people have some small problems that are too shameful.
For example, Xia Er, her monthly menstrual flow is heavy and irregular. When the pain starts, her limbs are cold, and even her back molars hurt.
She tried to sit upright with a slight embarrassment, but the slight movements also caused bursts of pain, making her embarrassed and anxious.
Jiang Pengji looked at the reaction of the two, and took the initiative to get up and sit behind the screen. This angle of view also blocked the camera in the live broadcast room.
[Oops foot pain]: I thought the anchor would have sex with the girl, but I didn't expect the girl to come to my aunt _(:з)∠)_
[Fang Hua Jiu]: I want to repent. Just now, the anchor took the girl out of the private room and thought that a restricted-level picture was going to be staged, but I didn't expect it to be for this. Although it's not the same as imagined, the anchor is super gentle, and I really want to have a boyfriend like the anchor.
[Qianqiu Yue Bie Wujiang Mustard]: Same Confession +1
[Smile and Allure]: It's booming and dazed, although I know it's inhuman to laugh at this time, but if the anchor is a man, it's probably going to be very depressed. I'm about to have a hey hey hey with my sister, my aunt is here, and I will definitely be depressed and vomit blood.
Jiang Pengji sat behind the screen with a tea table at hand. She poured herself a cup and raised her eyebrows.
[Anchor V]: @ Yisiao Qingcheng, this is not right. If I am a man, I don’t need to be depressed and vomiting blood when I meet this situation. After all, there are things and two houses that can relieve my worries. If Thumbelina can't do it, there are still animals, such as robbing silver with blood... Of course, this kind of behavior is too sick.
Hehe, a group of rookies, they still want to compete with her in meaty jokes.
Jiang Pengji groaned in her heart, Yoyo took a sip of tea, and the barrage had completely changed its style.
[Qianqiu Yue Bie Wujiang Mustard]: Awesome, my anchor! I didn't expect you to be such a dirty and ill anchor!
[Sunset setting sun]: woo woo woo - The old driver anchor is driving the train and ran over, what sound did you hear
[Smuggling to Africa]: Dirty voice!
[Loveless Front Lianmeng]: I was also drunk, and I even watched a female anchor play a hooligan seriously _(:з)∠)_
[Hundred Ghosts Night Walk]: What happened to the rogue? If my boyfriend can be like the anchor, no, with one tenth of her, I can have sex with him every day, and I won't be happy if I don't play hooligans. You don't understand, it's more fun to be reflexive like this!
Jiang Pengji always complained that there were 3,000 old drivers in her live broadcast room, but she never thought about what kind of broadcasters would attract what kind of audience. You are a senior driver yourself, and you still have the face to complain that others are too dirty
Jiang Pengji glanced at the barrage of [Hundred Ghosts Night Walk], and thought about it with great fear, feeling very connotative.
Time passed quietly while watching the barrage and eating tea, and the rustling of fabrics rubbing from behind the screen gradually quieted down.
After a while, the screen was quietly pushed open, and Xia Er had already changed into a brand new dress, but her face was still flushed.
"Lang Jun, this slave is not feeling well today, so I'm afraid I won't be able to serve you."
Chun'er answered, "If Lord Ruolang doesn't dislike the appearance of a slave and willow, but..."
Jiang Pengji shook his head with a smile, and the other party's face turned pale.
"I'm afraid the two ladies have misunderstood, I didn't mean that." Jiang Pengji raised her hand to signal the other party to sit down, her expression still gentle, "I feel happy and satisfied to be able to look at the two ladies like this, if there are other actions, it's not Desecrate this beauty? Love is easy for men and women, but it's hard to find a confidant."
The two of them are not very old. They were both bought by the prostitute when they were young, and they were taught and taught by the prostitute.
True affection or falsehood, there is no way to hide them from their eyes.
People all over the world say that appearances are ruthless and actors are unrighteous. Could it be that they have already seen through the hypocritical nature of others
You play me too, want to exchange falsehood for the truth, or see the truth of the dusty woman who sees through the world, how can it be so easy
On weekdays, what kind of sweet words have their ears never heard
It's all over the ear, it's good to listen to it, and it won't be taken seriously at all.
It's just that these words came out of Jiang Pengji's mouth, but they subconsciously chose to trust them, and when they recovered, they didn't feel anything wrong.
The older Xia'er smiled bitterly, "Lang-jun's words are flattering. The slave is just a broken flower and a willow. How can it be praised like this?"
"Others say that beauty is not in the skin but in the skin, but I think beauty is in the heart but not in the bones. The appearance is born, the parents give it, no one can choose, but the character and heart are acquired. Heart, how is it not beautiful?"
Jiang Pengji is not just a compliment, but a basis.
Most of the ladies in places like brothel were raised as children.
Except for a very few naturally beautiful young people who have great potential at first glance, many of them are used as maids, and they are often beaten and scolded. They are almost the bottom of the entire brothel food chain. Endure the torture of the lady whom he serves. If some unlucky people encounter some violent people, maybe a small life will be lost.
Jiang Pengji has a keen sense of smell. She passed by the maid who was serving in the lobby before and smelled a little medicinal fragrance mixed with her body.
Although the opponent's footsteps are steady, the balance of the upper body is not natural, indicating that the opponent's upper body is injured and the medicine has been applied.
Because she was not familiar with the medicines in this world, she couldn't smell the ingredients in it, but one of them happened to be one of the herbs used by Mrs. Ji, and the value was not very high, but it was not something this kind of maid could afford. of.
If those maids were taken seriously enough to be able to use the medicine, how could the brothel allow the guests to practice them
It doesn't make sense.
They didn't get it by themselves, and it wasn't given by the brothel, so where did it come from
It wasn't until Jiang Pengji smelled the fragrance of the fat powder on Chuner's body that she had an answer.
When she came here and saw a wooden box that was not fully covered next to the corner box, this little question was solved.
Whether she is out of a charitable mentality or a feeling of pity for one another, being able to extend a hand to the weak is a kind of kindness in itself.