The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 259 Good Words
Mei Niang said "Hmm", "I heard it became fashionable from over there."

Yan Sanhe immediately turned his head and said, "Xie Zhifei, what kind of place is Jiaofangsi? What is the difference between it and Lichun Courtyard?"

"Ask me when it comes to this..."

Xie Zhifei smiled miserably and said, "Yan Sanhe, how can I not change my image to you?"

Yan Sanhe was speechless, "Third Master, is now the time to talk about this?"

"Don't change the topic, just ask if you can read it?"

"Turn, turn, turn."

Yan Sanhe's pale face revealed a layer of anger.

Seeing how annoyed she was, Xie Zhifei smiled proudly in his heart, "Really speaking, Jiaofangsi is not just a place for fun."

"what is that?"

"The head of the Jiaofang is in charge of the dances and music of the court and the management of the music households. But there are two types of people in the music households, one is the prostitute, and the other is the official prostitute."

When he said this, Yan Sanhe became even more confused.

"They know music, are good at singing and dancing, and can juggle... These people are called performers. Don't underestimate them. They are paid with salary from the imperial court. They are considered officials. They only perform arts but not their lives."

Xie Zhifei spoke eloquently.

"As for those young and beautiful family members of criminal officials, female prisoners taken abducted during the war, and beautiful young ladies bought from outside, they are all official prostitutes. The life of official prostitutes is not so good. To put it bluntly, they are just companions. People seek pleasure.”

Yan Sanhe: "That Jingchen..."

Xie Zhifei thought for a while, "I guess... it's probably the latter."

She was a prostitute in the front and a nun in the back. Yan Sanhe's energy suddenly rose, "Mei Niang, please continue."

"Miss Yan, actually there is nothing more to say."

Mei Niang: "After my maid came back after asking about it, I immediately asked someone to make a pair, and it cost me five taels of silver."

A pair of shoes costs five taels?

Yan Sanhe: "Why is it so expensive?"

Mei Niang: "The main reason is that the embroidery thread is expensive. This kind of embroidery thread is only used by the royal family and nobles. It is difficult for ordinary people to even buy it, even to see it."

Yan Sanhe: "How did you buy that thread?"

Mei Niang smiled: "Girl, fish has its own way, and shrimp has its own way. As long as there is money in these four-nine cities, there will always be someone who can get it if they are willing to spend the money."

"They are the little eunuchs in the palace."

Xie Zhifei didn't hide anything, he simply spoke openly.

"These little eunuchs can't save much money all year round, and they have to respect the old eunuchs, so they will think of some ways to supplement their income and sell them with the palace's thread, which is just the smallest kind."

There are so many ways to go here!

Yan Sanhe took a deep look at Xie Zhifei and asked: "Mei Niang, how long have these shoes made you famous?"

"Don't mention it now, it's only been popular for less than a month,"

Mei Niang laughed to herself.

"Those bad guys said that I was just trying to imitate others, so I might as well not wear them. I threw those shoes into the cage not long after."

Yan Sanhe understood.

The people accompanied by official prostitutes were either princes, generals, ministers, or various officials.

Most of these people are scholars, and scholars use the word elegance.

The young lady, wearing light clothes, walked out of the screen step by step. In the light, the bright moon on her feet was looming.

Literati and poets often use the words deserted, lonely and elegant to describe the moon.

The most beautiful and charming person tramples the coldness and elegance under her feet. What kind of visual impact does this have on men?

"Mei Niang, do you still have those shoes?"

"When Third Master redeemed me from Li Chun Yuan, I left alone and didn't ask for anything else."

Mei Niang sighed softly, "Whatever is in the mud pit, just stay in the mud pit."

What is in the mud puddle, stays in the mud puddle?
Yan Sanhe's heart tightened at these words, and the joy that had just surged was suddenly diluted a lot.

If Jingchen is from Jiaofangsi, if this outfit belongs to Jiaofangsi, why did she bring it to Shuiyue An?Do you have to put it on before you die?This is very contradictory?
Yan Sanhe shook his head. It was useless to think too much. He would check first before talking.

"Mei Niang, thank you."

"Whatever the girl thanked me for, I was just following orders."

Whose order do you need to say?

Isn't it the man next to him, his body tilted casually, his head in his hands, his eyes full of coquettishness.

Yan Sanhe: "Don't say anything, send Mei Niang off for me."

"okay."

Li Buyan walked over and stretched out his hand, "Mei Niang, I'm sorry, I walked a little faster when I picked you up; when we saw you off, let's walk slowly and try to kill a few more ants on the way."

"..."

Mei Niang looked at the hands on her shoulders. For some reason, her throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuck, and she couldn't say anything. …

Not only Mei Niang was like this, Yan Sanhe also had a lump in his throat.

Not to mention her injured foot, which makes it difficult to walk now. Even if her feet are nimble, it would be difficult to enter a place like Jiaofangsi without someone to carry her.

Open your mouth?
I owe this man another favor.

Don't open your mouth?
Is it possible to let Li Buyan force his way in?

She glanced to the side out of the corner of her eye, wondering in her heart, could this person be more proactive like giving away a cane?
But this man was drinking tea leisurely and had no intention of taking the initiative at all.

Yan Sanhe was silent for a moment and decided to speak.

"Cough cough..."

She cleared her throat and was about to speak when Xie Zhifei next to her raised the corner of her mouth, showing a half-smiling expression.

"What's wrong with your throat? Come on, I'll help you change your throat to Guxin tea."

"No need to be busy, I..."

"Hey, why are you blushing?"

Xie Zhifei looked surprised, "Hot?"

Yan Sanhe: "..." I am anxious.

"I actually forgot that our girl Yan is the most afraid of heat."

Xie Zhifei raised his head: "Tangyuan, go ask Manager Xie for some more basins of ice."

"Yes, third master."

As soon as Tangyuan left, there were only two people left in Jingsi Residence. Yan Sanhe decided to risk his life and feel shameless.

"Xie Zhifei, Jiaofang Secretary, can you..."

"Yan Sanhe."

Xie Zhifei interrupted her again.

"A tree needs bark, and a person needs face. Third Master, I am a helpless person in the eyes of outsiders, but I am still very upright at my core. What do you think?"

Yan Sanhe: "..."

She finally understood. This person was still minding that Mei Niang mentioned Jiaofang Si just now and she thought of him.

"Well, I think that's right too!" She gritted her teeth.

"Where are you?"

Xie Zhifei smiled unceremoniously: "Are you still pregnant?"

"Well, it's okay to sit still." She gritted her teeth again.

"wrong!"

Xie Zhifei said provocatively, "How can a man remain calm in his pregnancy?"

"...Third Master has determination." She still gritted her teeth.

"Really? Even the third master doesn't believe this. Do you believe it?"

"...I believe it." She gritted her teeth again.

"Yan Sanhe, your ears are so red, are you lying?"

"Xie Zhifei, are you finished?"

Yan Sanhe was completely defeated by this man, "It's okay, if not, I'll find someone else."

"Look, why are you so angry? Did I say no?"

Xie Zhifei looked into her eyes, still looking aggrieved.

"When you go to a place like that to ask about the embroidered shoes worn by women, do people think that the third master has any special hobbies? You must coax me a few times before I have the courage to go?"

Yan Sanhe: "..."

"Moreover."

Xie Zhifei groaned, "For whom am I sacrificing my appearance, and for whom am I making fun of myself?"

My teeth have been grinding for so long, why are they still so itchy?
Yan Sanhe took a few deep breaths: "Xie Zhifei, do you still remember that you owed me a favor in the inn?"

"Don't, don't. How can such a big favor be used here? It's too wasteful. I'd better continue to owe it."

Xie Zhifei looked into her eyes, "But good things should be said, Yan Sanhe."

Yan Sanhe's eyes burned.

"……no."

Xie Zhifei said in a low voice, "Is it so difficult for you to say 'Chengyu, thank you'?"

boom!
At this moment, the fire in Yan Sanhe's heart was burning.

(End of this chapter)