Fangzhi Youyou
Youyuan Tower has always been prosperous. The word "Youyuan" comes from the eight characters "Fangzhi is long, its fragrance comes from far away". The plaque refers to the dignitaries and nobles in Beijing. Copied small seal script. Almost all the rich people in Guchang City, both men and women, have been here. Youyuan Tower has dignitaries who support it, as well as popular flower demons and butterfly ghosts.
Mu Xiang was here when she was ten years old, learning to play and sing from the girls, and occasionally earning some money from the dandy boys. No one knows Mu Xiang's life experience, and no one bothers to explore it. No matter how popular the girl is, she is just a singer, and the gentlemen prefer to treat them as Kit Kat playthings. No one wants to marry such a woman. If you marry someone, you can only wait for her to loosen up, and she will soon lose her interest. They still prefer to carry their parents, wives and children on their backs, come here in groups, talk to girls they know well, and make a few exaggerated movements, which makes them ecstasy. Most of the girls have not studied for several years and are not proficient in poetry, but they all know the art of the house thoroughly, including when to be shy, when to be arrogant, and when to raise their waists. Young and old men are obsessed with the fragrance and softness here, but they don't have to marry back a few wives and concubines in a big way, only to put them away after half a month. Most of the time their marriage is just a crown of association.
Youyuanlou never bullies strangers, and does not distinguish between high and low. Everyone who comes to the store is treated well. At the pier in front of us, boats of different sizes pass by every now and then. Many boatmen don't care about the mud and fishy smell all over their bodies. As soon as they dock, they rush to Youyuanlou and plunge into Wenwen Township. After having a good time, they start to feel sorry for themselves and run for their lives. The money you get from your blood and sweat comes.
Except for Mu Xiang, almost no one hurt themselves. It is natural for them to be singers. The girls' daily life is fulfilling and monotonous: singing songs to the guests in the hall, ecstasy for the guests on the couch, both of which require the use of their mouths, so the daily food in Youyuan Building is strict. regulations. Girls avoid spicy food and wash their teeth with green salt frequently.
Mu Xiang thought that all she had to do was sing well, and if the guests liked her, they would naturally be rewarded with more money. My mother was kind to me and never beat or scolded me. When Mu Xiang first got into Cardamom, she often looked through the windows covered with tissue paper and watched the girls giving medicine to the guests, one by one, and then two, three or more people would be naked. Tangled and rolling on the couch. She saw a piece of hair, a ball of flesh with bulging veins, saw the girls' white and red buttocks, saw the wet quilt... The sweet smell and corrosive moans filled Mu Xiang's monotonous voice. childhood.
That night, Mu Xiang had her first menarche...
Mu Xiang has been like this since she was a child. She has never seen a child of her own age, nor her own parents. . Like all abandoned children, he has become a creditor of this world since birth. From about the time she can remember, all she could see were the drunken young men, the masters hugging each other, and the naked girls who endured the pain and walked to see off guests.
Youyuan Building was not a place where she spent her childhood, and she did not think it was dirty here. Everything was natural, some gave and others accepted. Mu Xiang couldn't count how many girls there were in Youyuan Building. She always remembered how they confused the girls. Behind the makeup and heavy makeup, they all seemed to have the same face. His face is expressionless, jealous, and full of outrageous peace about his own situation. Mu Xiang has been used to the girls' intrigues since she was a child. Cursing and questioning each other is a common thing and a daily routine. What's more, he put medicine in another girl's tea to prolong menstruation, in order to compete for her regular customers. Most of the girls have no worries about food and clothing, and money comes easily. Most of the time, they take money very lightly. The reason why they compete with each other for favor is just for leisurely entertainment after cooking.
Youyuan Building also worships the God of Wealth and Wealth, with incense burning every day and dedicated personnel offering incense and offerings.
Master Yuan is in his early fifties, named Huaibi, and is a wealthy man in Guchang City. Because he prefers the Taoist theory of cultivating one's character until one becomes an immortal, he calls himself Yuan Xianxian. Although there are many wives and concubines at home, they still come to Youyuan Tower often. Girls still like Yuan Huaibi, not only because of his generous spending, but more importantly, although Yuan Huaibi is over fifty years old, he is still full of energy and will never give up unless he moves for two hours at a time.
Yuan Huaibi was a mysterious man. The girls only knew that he was good at keeping in good health, and he especially loved women. If he did not take care of women for one day, his muscles and bones would almost break. Almost all the girls in Youyuan Building have served Yuan Huaibi, and the jewelry he left on them is almost as much as the juice left in their bodies...
There is a rumor in Guchang City that Yuan Huaibi's breakfast is milk and Deer blood. However, the servants and maids in the house knew the details. Yuan Huaibi believed in Taoism and often interacted with Taoist priests on the mountain. Milk is actually human milk, and deer blood is actually menstrual blood. Therefore, in Yuan Mansion, many women with colostrum were raised, as well as unopened girls - blood girls. The maid who attended Yuan Huaibi's daily life had to get up early every day, take a bath and incense, then iron Yuan Huaibi's breakfast and send it to Yuan Huaibi's bedroom.
The servants are sensible and know that it has nothing to do with a woman who has given birth to a child, and the master will not take it seriously; if anyone dares to touch those bloody girls, even if they just secretly take away their intimate clothes , there must be no happy ending. This is an unwritten rule in the house.
Because of poverty, many women deliberately lost their virginity to strong men in the countryside, became pregnant, and gave birth to children to wealthy families, so that they could enter the Yuan Mansion and become Yuan Huaibi's wet nurse.
In Fangzhongshu, it is said to collect yin and replenish yang, and reverse the essence and restore blood. Yuan Huaibi felt energetic. The Taoist priest said that he could live a long life and even become a Taoist immortal, provided that he must collect enough.
Yuan Huaibi didn’t know that there was another girl named Mu Xiang in Youyuan Building. When he first met her, he was even more surprised. She is only fifteen years old, as old as her granddaughter - if she has a granddaughter. The little woman in front of him had a high nose, lips like ice sculptures, and even the rouge on her cheeks showed an attractive childishness. After listening to Mu Xiang's song, Yuan Huaibi gave her a large ingot of silver and turned to go downstairs. Mu Xiang didn't know how to spend money yet, so she handed the money to Sister Wan'er as usual. Wan'er took the money, looked sideways at Mu Xiang, who was dressed in a childish outfit, and felt sour in her heart.
The old bustard smiled with a smile on his face and said cautiously, Mr. Yuan, you know that Mu Xiang is still young and cannot accept guests according to the rules of the industry. You see...
Yuan Huaibi Without saying anything, he took out a large stack of banknotes from his sleeve and piled them in front of the madam. The madam took the banknote, her hands trembling violently, she took one look at it and then said nothing, "Okay, okay, Mr. Yuan, I will arrange it for you right now."
Mu Xiang practiced a few more songs, but the strings were tight and her fingers hurt a little. I was thinking to myself, why didn’t my mother scream today? In the past, my mother always kept urging me, saying that the guests were all waiting for me to sing. What happened today? She didn't know that Yuan Huaibi had ordered Mu Xiang to raise her status from now on and never show her face again. Yuan Huaibi is going home to pick up his outfit. The set of silver shuttles with iron hooks is the most convenient. Of course, honey and red wax are also indispensable. This is the thirtieth chick, and nineteen more will be enough. Ordinarily, this girl is really cute, and I wanted to keep it for later use, but the Taoist priest said that the work of collecting yin has been exhausted, and it is not easy to meet such a fresh chick these days. So..., this is also her fate, she must not blame me.
It was cool in the middle of the night, and Yuan Huaibi liked to move at this time. He asked the coachman to wait on the spot while he walked slowly upstairs. The coachman looked at the master's slightly hunched back and yawned, wondering whose daughter had suffered. How many of the women who got off the master's bed survived more than three days? I don’t know how this old man supplemented it. Is it really the function of human milk and menstrual blood?
Sister Wan'er won't sleep with me tonight, saying she has a guest. Wan'er is also a popular person in Youyuan Building, and men from all over the world are vying to see her. The person who came tonight is a local rich man selling salt. I heard that he just got off the ship. Wan'er has always been delicate and not everyone can see her, but she must go tonight. Because she couldn't sleep with Mu Xiang tonight, she couldn't save Mu Xiang, but she couldn't bear to see Mu Xiang suffer, so she had to avoid the attic, as far away as possible.
Mu Xiang sat for a long time, finally couldn't stand it anymore and was ready to sleep. I don't know how much time passed, but I vaguely heard someone knocking on the door. It was so late, it must be Sister Wan'er. Without thinking much, he opened the door sleepily, and then fell on the bed again.
Mu Xiang soon felt someone tearing her clothes apart. Because it was a summer night, she was only wearing a close-fitting dress, pink satin, which was made for her by Sister Kuan'er, with embroidery on it. Two or three water lilies slightly opening and closing.
The person standing in front of me is not Sister Wan'er!
But a man!
The old man with a beard!
Mu Xiang woke up with a start, raised her foot and kicked Yuan Huaibi on the lower abdomen. Yuan Huaibi staggered back a few steps, smiling instead of angry. My eyes were fixed on Mu Xiang's smooth insteps. They were not too thin to hold, small and exquisite, and indescribably pink and cute. If they were covered with boiling water and dipped in cumin and ginger powder, it would have a different taste. Thinking of this, I licked them unconsciously. Licking the corner of his mouth.
Mu Xiang shouted loudly. At this moment, all she could think about was Wan'er, so she called out, Sister Wan'er, "Sister Wan'er, where are you?" Sister Wan'er, save me! Sister Wan'er, save me!
Wan'er was pinned down by the man, fighting fiercely, and breathing hard. She suddenly thought of Mu Xiang in the attic, and tears shed from the corners of her eyes. Astringent and bitter.
Mu Xiang could no longer fight back, her limbs were tightly tied to the bed, all her clothes were removed, and her skin was trembling, like a load that could not withstand the cold. Before this, she had never exposed her body to outsiders, except for sister Wan'er. Sister Wan'er is used to bathing herself with gentle movements. The old man she faced now was dirty and rude, and Mu Xiang's body was quickly covered with eye-catching bruises.
Ignoring the scratches on his face, Yuan Huaibi eagerly opened his wooden box and quickly took off his coat. In order to save time, he only wore a long gown. Mu Xiang kept her eyes open and was shocked when she saw Yuan Huaibi's shiny skin: How could an old man over fifty have such good skin? Could it be a monster? Sister Wan'er once told herself the allusion of the old monster from Montenegro: In the distant Black Mountain, far away from sunlight and righteousness, there grow countless soul-sucking monsters. The old Black Mountain demon is an ancient tree that specializes in eating people's hearts, and the countless little demons under his command are his minions...
The box was opened: it was a jar of honey, and Mu Xiang recognized that it was from Wanjiapu Date flower honey, which they ate together when Sister Wan'er had a cough last year; surrounded by a few red candles, the red color of the wedding house, which was so hot; then there were white damask satin and bottles of pills; There is also a silver shuttle, which is a bit like one used for weaving. It is thick in the middle and pointed at both ends. It has a bloodthirsty light all over its body.
Yuan Huaibi was surprised that Mu Xiang was suddenly so quiet. She just lay quietly, neither speaking nor shouting, like a little beast waiting to be slaughtered.
Yuan Huaibi suddenly felt some compassion, but this compassion did not last long, and he was soon filled with an awe-inspiring smell. The helpless and naked prey, waiting quietly for death, Yuan Huaibi felt that his other self suddenly came to life. It was the self full of animal nature, chasing and hunting in the ancient forest, dominating the world. That was his most primitive animal nature. Awakening at this moment, he returned to his youth: courting ten women in one night was nothing more than child's play.
Mu Xiang knew how to save her energy and deal with the person in front of her. She is still trying desperately to think of a solution, what should I do? what do I do? Should we be hysterical and struggle desperately; or should we wait for the butcher's knife?
Yuan Huaibi began to stir his honey very carefully, then poured it into porcelain and began to boil it on a candle. A strange sweet fragrance suddenly emitted from the attic, making people feel dizzy unconsciously. Mu Xiang watched in despair as Yuan Huaibi squatted down while holding the hot honey. Then I suddenly felt a hot pain on my thigh, and then there was a smell of meat mixed with the sweetness of honey that penetrated my nostrils. She yelled, her vision went dark, and she fainted. Yuan Huaibi looked at her tender thighs, swollen breasts, and smooth belly, and his blood immediately surged.
Such a woman can enjoy herself tonight.
Whether she ravages or tramples on her, he is her commander. She couldn't escape, this was called fate. He thought of his only son who was an official in Beijing. Yes, that is also his fate. He will eventually know that everything I do is for his own good.
Yuan Huaibi looked at the moonlight in the sky outside the window and suddenly didn't want to be so anxious. To do it slowly, he sat next to Mu Xiang and looked at the tail from the beginning, as if he was admiring a landscape: peaks and mountains, falling flowers and flowing water, grass growing and orioles flying. It is as beautiful as a newborn elf, with the beauty of spring, the first melting of snow, and the time when it turns warm and cold. Such a woman is naturally beautiful, one of a hundred, and he secretly praises himself for being lucky. If you could meet such a wonderful person every time you collect yin, wouldn't it be possible to become a flying immortal and get twice the result with half the effort?
Under the moonlight, the naked Mu Xiang looked like a jade sculpture, with a halo of light on the outline, fine eyebrows, and black hair flowing like water. But beside him, there seemed to be an old beast, salivating and moving his index finger.
When Yuan Huaibi lay on Mu Xiang, he felt that Mu Xiang was as soft as a cloud, and he immediately felt as if he had become an immortal and soared. He felt that all the energy in his body was gathered at one point, almost ready to explode, and the spiritual energy in Mu Xiang's body was entering his soul bit by bit...
The candle shadow shook slightly. , before Yuan Huaibi could turn around, he smelled a faint fragrance, and his body fell softly to the ground as if his bones had been extracted.
With his face pressed against the ground, he could only vaguely see a pair of long, elegant red sleeves that looked like immortals...