"Young master, go slowly!" Yanran stood up, as if she was going to send Fang Zheng out.

"Don't give it away, you're so kind, just keep your feet."

Yanran stomped her feet hatefully and said, "I mean you want to stop!"

"Ah? What does it mean?" Fang Zheng looked at her blankly. "Walk slowly" should mean to tell me to leave quickly, right?

"The young master is only the best today. Why did he leave easily after entering my boudoir? Since he entered Baoshan, how could he return empty-handed?" Yanran had already walked to Fang Zheng and observed him carefully with pretty eyes.

"You are disgusted when a man enters your boudoir. The man is tactful and refuses to let him go. Miss Yanran, what do you want? I'm just having a bad luck and meet the couple you made. It's not a shame, right?" Fang Zheng sighed helplessly.

"Honor, have you never heard of women? Yanran is also a woman, of course no exception." Yanran said with a smile, the sarcastic look in her eyes had long disappeared, replaced by a sense of joy, and a little... gratitude?

"Since a woman is fickle, you won't be kicking her out again the next moment, right?"

"That's not necessarily true," Yanran slowly leaned her cherry lips to Fang Zheng's ear and whispered: "Young Master, should you stay and see the woman's fickle personality?" After that, she blew gently into Fang Zheng's ears, exhaling like orchids, and beautiful colors like mellow wine. Fang Zheng was already drunk.

This woman is so good at teasing people! Fang Zheng's lower body has reacted very vigorously, and his face is hot, so you can tell that it's red without looking at it.

"Huh? The young man blushed?" Yanran chuckled and said, "Is it my first time to enter and exit this fireworks place?"

It hurts your self-esteem! This woman's eyes are so vicious, she actually hit the point of being damn. After living for two lives, this is the first time that Master Fang has been visiting a kiln.

"That, the girl's boudoir is very good..." I had no choice but to talk about it.

"I'm afraid the young master hasn't seen such a simple boudoir?"

"No, it is simple, simple but not simple, different from simple. No matter how simple a house is, if you hang a few calligraphy and paintings from famous artists, its style will be different. It can only be said that people are snobbish. In their eyes, the difference between elegance and vulgarity may be only the thickness of a piece of paper."

"You can think of the world and people's hearts from the decoration of the room. The young master is indeed extremely intelligent," Yanran smiled and said, "From the young master, why do I want to decorate the boudoir like this?"

"The girl's room doesn't look like a boudoir," Fang Zheng looked at it again, "I feel like a monk's Zen room. The girl is not old, can she already have the intention of being born?"

"Young Master is indeed a talented man." Yanran's eyes lit up, "You are the first person to say that I am thinking."

She said sadly: "Entering the world means being born. This place of fireworks and dust is like the ninth layer of oil pot hell. If I don't enter, who will enter?"

This girl's mentality is too dark. She has experienced such vicissitudes at such a young age. She may be in extreme circumstances in the future.

"What Buddhism emphasizes is to practice, sow good causes and get good results. It is not a simple sentence to explain it clearly by coming out of the world. The girl is in her youth, but she is so negative, which is very inappropriate."

"Even the prophets and wise men in the world cannot change their destiny. Yanran is just a weak woman in the turbid world. What else can she do except chant Buddha's name and avoid the world and go with the flow?" Yanran sighed faintly.

"I don't agree with the girl's opinion. I think man is the only one who is more pitiful than you, and they have never bowed to fate. Have you ever seen people who have lost their hands and feet and still insist on writing with their mouths? Have you ever seen people with terminal illnesses laugh happier than us normal people every day? Miss Yanran, it's not your fault for being a human origin. But if you are imprisoned and only know how to pity your life, it's your wrong. Alas, your throat is smoking, let's have a tea."

It's so thirsty that I'm easy for me. Others always snuggle in the kilns, hugging each other, and they're so happy. Fang Zheng was so lucky, standing in the girl's boudoir, doing ideological work for the red card courtesan, and he didn't even have to drink saliva. He was the same person, so why was the gap so big?

"Well, what?" Yanran was still slowly savoring what Fang Zheng had just said, but she obviously couldn't keep up with Master Fang's jumping thinking.

Fang Zheng repeated patiently: "I said, I just told you so many big principles, and my throat was smoking. I wonder if Miss Yanran could generously give me a sip of water. If I could give me another stool to sit down, I would be even more grateful. Thank you!"

Yanran then realized that she felt a little embarrassed, she covered her mouth with a blushing face, gave Fang Zheng a small glance, and immediately ordered outside to bring tea, snacks and chairs in.

After a while, several maids came in one after another, holding tea and some red sandalwood ring chairs, and placed them in two rows in the middle of the room. Judging from the style, the chair must have been the thing in her room. Most of the time, Yanran ordered someone to move the chair out before, so as to give Fang Zheng, a talented talent, a powerful man, to express her protest.

Ancient woman with a slight heart!

Fang Zheng glared at her fiercely, and did not be polite to her. He picked up the tea bowl and sucked two big mouthfuls. Yanran was still smiling, and a trace of cunning look of the prank that had succeeded in her eyes from time to time.

Next, Fang Zheng had a great conversation with her, talking about everything from all over the world, and it was obvious that Yanran admired Fang Zheng's experience and knowledge. From the bright look she looked at Fang Zheng, it can be seen that Yanran's other party was not only admired, but this is the best thing for time travelers. Anything that casually said was the summary and tempering of later generations for hundreds or thousands of years. She, an ancient little girl, was naturally fooled by him and nodded frequently and agreed with her. Until a ray of night breeze blew by and the red candle in the room swayed gently a few times, Fang Zheng suddenly realized that it was too late and it was time to leave.

Just as he was about to say goodbye, Fang Zheng suddenly remembered something, took out an exquisite small box from his arms and handed it to Yanran, "I met for the first time, a mere gift, I don't respect me, so please accept it with a smile."

The box is Ruyuzhai's rouge. Fang Zheng is very concerned about his first career that he is about to start. He will give him a box when he sees people to make him famous. The girls in the brothel are the potential market he intends to focus on. Today, when he comes to visit the kiln, of course, he has to bring Ruyuzhai's powder, and work and entertainment will not be delayed.

Women all like to give her small gifts. What they like is not the gift itself, but the surprise and surprise that comes suddenly.

Yanran is obviously a woman among women. Her surprise instantly filled her pretty face. When we usher in the day of sending, some people gave her gold and some gave her silver, but no man could have given her little gifts so caringly.

So women are very easy to satisfy. Sometimes a worthless gadget can make her happy for a long time, but women are the least easy to satisfy. Even if you pile up a mountain of gold and silver in front of her, you still don’t like it. - How pitiful men are, and spending their whole life’s energy may not be able to understand women’s thoughts. They often do things that are not worthy of spending money and effort. Where can men reason?

Yanran held the box in both hands, her eyes full of surprise: "Is this...given for me?"

Fang Zheng looked at Yanran with deep affection: "Yes, although it is not very valuable, this is my intention... Look, how exquisite the packaging of this box is. Did you see this secret button? This secret button is still covered with silver, which looks high-end, and it is not afraid of falling. Open it again, look, this rouge is so red, like the azalea in spring, brightly red, like the fallen flowers in autumn, beautiful and desolate. There is also a little South China Sea pearl powder mixed in it, which can not only beautify but also nourish the skin. The most important thing is that it is not expensive and sufficient. A box of high-quality rose red rouge can only cost ten taels of silver, but it can last for many days..."

Yanran was originally smiling and listening to Fang Zheng’s introduction to the gift she gave her, but later she became less and less interesting. This scene... doesn’t look like a gift.

Seeing that Master Fang was still talking nonstop, Yanran couldn't help but interrupt, "Mr. Fang...Mr. Fang! Is this rouge really...given to me?"

"Ah?" Fang Zheng was stunned and said quickly: "Of course, of course it was for you."

Then Fang Zheng scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "It's mainly for you. If you can help promote my Ruyuzhai, it would be even better..."

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Yanran was so angry. Why did this man do this? He thought he was so kind, and had been working together for a long time to do business. This man was really strange. He said he was full of money, but he could meet the couplet that stumped countless talented men, saying that he was talented, and now he acted like a philistine businessman. What kind of person is he...?

After calming down, Yanran smiled and said, "Young Master Fang, you are not sincere in giving this gift."

Fang Zheng quickly said, "If you have sincerity, of course you have sincerity. How about me, you two? You can also discuss it in July. You will never be denied dividends at the end of the month..."

Yanran rolled her eyes secretly. Who told him this? Why is this guy so uncontrollable?

"Young Master Fang, I have accepted the East Family. As for what you said, "propaganda", I didn't hear it. I just assume that it was given to me by you sincerely, hehe." Yanran smiled like a flower.

"Ah?" Fang Zheng felt a little distressed, and for the sake of face, he had to nodded, "Okay, okay, I'll give it to you sincerely. I won't say anything else, I won't say anything else, haha."

Didn’t women in ancient times know that receiving gifts and not doing things is a bad behavior?

Seeing that it was getting late, Fang Zheng stood up and said goodbye.

Yanran sent him to the door and suddenly laughed behind Fang Zheng, "Young Master, walk slowly, I think we will meet soon."

Fang Zheng didn't think about whether she would send him off or ask him to stop. He politely said goodbye to Yanran and walked into the hall. He turned his back to Yanran without notice at all. Yanran's passionate gaze watched his figure until he disappeared.

Thinking of his philandering face when he was selling rouge, Yanran couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckled. The red candle in the room jumped and two lantern flowers were formed...

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