One Hundred: We Want to Be Dirty and Elegant (5)

In Feng Jin's heart, heaven and man are at war.

In another place, Jiang Pengji came to the boudoir of one of them, and found that the furnishings in the room were quite warm and elegant, with a girlish atmosphere everywhere.

"You're not feeling well, drink some sugar water and go to bed early." Jiang Pengji said with a smile to the bright girl among them, Xia'er whom the bustard called Xia'er, "Or, I'll send you some blood-enriching Wuhong Soup?"

"Eh?"

Xia'er originally thought that Jiang Pengji came here to have fun, but she didn't expect such a sentence, and Chun'er on the side was also at a loss.

"It's menstruation, so don't pay attention." Jiang Pengji said with a smile, "For the next few days, don't drink alcohol, and don't eat cold food."

Month, menstruation?

The two girls looked at each other, not sure if it was due to psychological factors, Xia'er really felt a little pain in her lower abdomen when she said that, and there was a faint warmth flowing under her body, her face turned red and white for a while, she didn't know what to do reaction.

Jiang Pengji doesn't know how women in this era deal with their monthly aunts, anyway, it's not too simple, "I don't know how your daughter's family handles this situation, so I brought you all out, and I'm going to 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 gaze, her fair face turned red as if it was boiling.

Most of the women in Huanchang have irregular menstruation, and many of them will have some shameful little problems.

For example, Xia'er has a heavy and irregular monthly workload. When she feels pain, her limbs are cold, and even her back molars hurt.

She tried her best to straighten her sitting posture with a little embarrassment, but the small and slight movements also caused bursts of throbbing pain, which made her feel ashamed and anxious.

Jiang Pengji looked at the reactions 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.

: I thought the anchor would have sex with the girl, but I didn’t expect the girl to be my aunt_(:3)∠)_

: I want to confess, just now the anchor took the girl out of the private room, thinking that there was going to be a restricted scene, but I didn't expect it to be for this. Although it is different from what I imagined, the anchor is super gentle, I really want to have a boyfriend like the anchor.

: same confession 1

: It’s booming and in a trance, although I know it’s inhumane to laugh at this time, but if the anchor is a man, I’m sure he’ll be very depressed. I was just about to have a hee hee hee with my sister, I'm going to be my aunt, I'm definitely going to be depressed and vomit blood.

Jiang Pengji was sitting behind the screen, and there happened to be a tea table at hand, she poured herself a cup and raised her eyebrows.

: x-on:一笑倾城, this is not true. If I were a man, I wouldn't need to be depressed and vomit blood when I encountered this situation, after all, there are two palaces of things to relieve my worries. If Thumbelina can't do it, you can still be more beastly, such as bloody laundering and silver robbery... Of course, this kind of behavior is too pathetic.

Hehe, a bunch of rookies want to compete with her in dirty jokes.

Jiang Pengji smiled inwardly, took a sip of tea leisurely, the barrage had completely changed its style.

: Great, my anchor! I didn't expect you to be such a filthy mourning anchor!

: Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.com, what sound did you hear?

: Dirty voice!

: I am also drunk,

I actually watched a female anchor playing hooligans seriously_(:3)∠)_

: What happened to the rogue? If my boyfriend can be like the anchor, no, with her one-tenth, I can have a good time 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 turn around and fuck!

Jiang Pengji always complained that there were 3,000 old drivers in her live broadcast room, but she never thought that birds of a feather flock together, people are divided into groups, and what kind of anchor will attract what kind of audience. I am a veteran driver myself, and I still have the face to complain that others are too dirty?

Jiang Pengji glanced at the bullet screen, thinking about it carefully, feeling the connotation.

Time passed quietly while watching the barrage and drinking tea, and the rustling sound of cloth rubbing behind the screen gradually quieted down.

Not long after, the screen was quietly pushed away, and Xia'er had already changed into brand new clothes, but the blush still remained on her face.

"Mr. Lang, I'm not feeling well today, so I'm afraid I won't be able to serve you."

Chun'er continued, "If Mr. Lang doesn't dislike the appearance of Nu Pu Liu, but..."

Jiang Pengji smiled and shook her head, the other party's face turned pale.

"The two ladies probably misunderstood, I didn't mean that." Jiang Pengji raised her hand to signal the other party to sit down, her expression was still gentle, "I already feel happy and satisfied to be able to look at the two ladies like this. Desecrate this beauty? It is easy to find love between a man and a woman, but it is hard to find a confidant."

The two of them are not very old, they were both bought and taught by the bustard when they were young, after a few years of turmoil, what kind of person hasn't seen it?

Whether it's true or false, they can't hide it from their eyes.

People in the world say that the table is ruthless and the actor is not righteous. Isn't it true that they have already seen through the hypocrisy and affectation of others?

You act and I act too, if you want to exchange falsehood for true feelings, or see through the true feelings of a prostitute who sees through the world, how can it be so easy?

On weekdays, what kind of sweet words have not been heard by their ears?

It's all deaf ears, just listen to it, and don't take it seriously at all.

It's just that these words came from Jiang Pengji's mouth, but they subconsciously chose to trust them, and when they recovered, they didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

The elder Xia'er smiled wryly, "Your Majesty's words are flattering, a slave is just a broken body, how can it be worthy of such praise?"

"Other people say that beauty is in the bones but not in the skin, but I think beauty is not in the heart. The appearance is born, given by the parents, no one can choose, but the character and the heart are acquired. The two ladies are in the world of mortals, and there are also children. Heart, how is it not beautiful?"

Jiang Pengji's words are not just compliments, but have basis.

Most of the ladies in places like brothels were raised as children.

Except for a few seedlings who are naturally beautiful and 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. Not only do they have to face all kinds of customers. Endure the torture of the lady he serves. If you are unlucky and encounter some violent people, maybe your life will be lost just like that.

Jiang Pengji has a keen sense of smell. She passed by the maid 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, which means that the opponent's upper body is injured and has been smeared with medicine.

Because she is not familiar with the medicines of this world, she couldn't smell the ingredients in them, but one of them happened to be a kind of decoction used by the step-wife, and the value was not very high, but it was not something this kind of maid could afford. of.

If those maids are valued enough to afford wound medicine, why would the brothel allow guests to abuse them?

It doesn't make sense.

They didn't make it themselves, and it wasn't given by the brothel, so where did it come from?

It wasn't until Jiang Pengji smelled the scent of powder on Chun'er's body that she made it herself that she finally got the answer.

When she came here, she saw a wooden box that was not completely closed beside the corner box, and this little question was solved.

Regardless of whether she is out of charity or sympathy, being able to extend a hand to the weak is a kind of kindness in itself. (To be continued.)