Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
She had already quickly received the plot and the original owner’s memories.
She raised her hand.
Under the sunlight, her hand showed some jade color.
Qing He’s hand was very beautiful. It was as white as a spring onion. Her fingers were distinct, and her wrist was slightly thin.
Just looking at such a hand was pleasing to the eye, not to mention that its owner was a peerless beauty.
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This time, the original owner of Xia Ling’s book-wearing mini-world was called Qing He.
She was originally the daughter of an official family, but because her father was wrongfully exiled, she was forced to sit down and become an official.
Because of her peerless beauty and talent, she became the Courtesan Belle of this brothel called the Red Chamber as soon as she appeared.
The Courtesan Belle of the Red Chamber was contested once a month. As a Courtesan Belle, she could avoid the fate of receiving customers and enjoy the highest privilege in the Red Chamber.
From the moment Qing He entered the Red Chamber, she had basically won the position of Courtesan Belle.
Of course, there were some who were unconvinced, and this time, Lan Zhi was a formidable opponent.
Qing He could see, but she could not touch.
As for Lan Zhi, her figure was hot and she had a fixed benefactor. From the moment she entered the Red Chamber, she had been continuously competing for the Courtesan Belle.
In this competition, the gap between Qing He and her was already very subtle.
If Xia Ling did not do anything to help Qing He, Lan Zhi would fight for the title of Courtesan Belle.
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In the plot, this novel was a biography of a prostitute, based on one prostitute after another as the archetype, narrating their miserable lives.
The original plot started with Qing He being fought over by Lan Zhi for the title of Courtesan Belle.
In an erotic auction, Lan Zhi’s price surpassed Qing He’s and she became this month’s Courtesan Belle of the Red Chamber.
Without the protection of the title of Courtesan Belle, Qing He was sent to the bed of a man who had always wanted to sleep with her.
After that, Qing He lost her sense of self and gradually became a prostitute like other women.
Her reputation spread throughout Qin Huai and she met countless high-ranking officials and nobles. No matter how beautiful a woman was, she would eventually grow old.
Many years later, Qing He took the money she had accumulated and bought the Red Chamber. She allowed more women to become prostitutes and repeat the life she had experienced.
*
In this world, the man possessed by the fiend king was called Qin Yunchuan.
He was the king of the Qin Kingdom and was also Qing He’s fiancee who had been set up by the matchmaker before she was exiled.
Qin Yunchuan had only come to the Red Chamber once.
It was Lan Zhi who had won against Qing He this time. He was dragged here by someone and only found out afterward that this Qing He was his former fiancee.
He took the money to buy Qing He’s freedom, but Qing He, who had already lost her virginity, did not want to leave the Red Chamber.
*
There was a smile on her lips.
Xia Ling’s hand gently landed on the strings of the zither.
She lightly twirled the strings
That gentle singing, the young girl’s cold voice, carried with it a feeling of ice and snow like the Snow Lotus of the Heavenly Mountain, spread out in this noisy environment.
“There is a beauty, I will never forget her. A day without seeing her, I miss her like crazy.”
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“Feng Xi, Feng Xi, returns to her hometown and roams the four seas to look for her Phoenix. When she does not meet her Phoenix, she has nothing to do. How can she comprehend the rising stone hall?”
She was dressed in a white veil. Even if the young girl’s snow-white arms and jade-like feet were exposed, no matter how extravagant the current atmosphere was, when her cold singing sounded, the entire Red Chamber was silent.
Sima Xiangru’s “Phoenix seeking the Phoenix” was a song that the young miss of an official family loved to play for her lover.
Back then, when Qing He was in love with Qin Yunchuan, she would often practice in her own room.
However, she only had a chance. Before she was exiled, she hugged Qin and played it once for Qin Yunchuan in the inn.
