The Rise of Phoenixes 《 凰权 》Huang Quan

The Rise of Phoenixes, Volume 1: Memories of the Imperial Capital Chapter 8: The new turtle worker

“Zhizhi, I hear there’s a new silk flower in the marketplace. Bring me some!”

“Bring me some too, green and orange!”

“Sifangzhai Rock Sugar Glutinous Lotus Root half a pound!”

It was almost noon, when the rouge was about to wake up and the small building of Lanxiang courtyard was filled with the sound of birdsong, the girls were poking around, calling out to the boys downstairs, who were carrying baskets, ready to go out to buy.

  The young man is a distant relative of Yin’er, the red-branded girl from the Lanxiang Courtyard, who came here a month ago. He’s a man of few words but he’s smart and he’s well-liked by the girls.

“Sister Yanhong’s complexion is pale and reddish, so flowers in green are a contradiction.” The boy smiled and said, “Although glutinous roots are good, if you eat too much of them, you will become fat.”

“Bastard!”  The girls laughed but looked satisfied and Yanhong laughed said: “Little Zhi, if you weren’t a distant relative of Yin’er and working in our place, I would have thought you were a son of a great family.”

“Is that possible?” Yin’er came out of her room and tapped her on the shoulder, “The ranks of the Tiansheng Dynasty are so strict that the sons of great families wouldn’t come to our place even if they were starving to death as beggars.”

She looked at the boy with a complex look and he smiled at her, still calm, just like the man had always been: seemed clear, actually mysterious, seemed calm, actually acting beyond the norm.

Little Zhi, the very popular Wei Zhi, (the male alter ego of) Feng Zhiwei.

For a month, she had sheltered the brothel and was able to do her odd jobs very well. Of course, it was all thanks to Yin’er’s care, who didn’t let her become a Tortoise worker and pestered her brothel mother to take her in as a servant, which didn’t help but was at least a kind gesture.

She was scared when she mentioned the man, not because she was pushed into the river but because there was something else.

But Feng Zhiwei had no desire to ask any more questions and the night we drank together on the bridge, the snowy night, she didn’t want to see him again.

But things don’t always work out the way you want them to: you can’t just not see them if you don’t want to.

She’s carrying a basket and she’s about to go out, when she sees a crowd of people ahead of her.

Feng Zhiwei was startled, just wanted to hide, over there someone already greeted: “Hey, that tortoise slave, the gentlemen are here, still not arranging for Miss to receive the guests!”

Feng Zhiwei lowered her head and out of the corner of her eyes, she saw that those people were dressed in luxurious clothes, apparently, they were all princes and grandsons of the capital, one of them was dressed in a brocade robe, moon white and heavy brocade, with silver threads and bamboo patterns embroidered at the corners, elegant and noble.

One side made way, the other turned his head and called to the courtyard in a mute voice, “Girls, there’s a visitor-”

The accent was a bit stiff and the group of princes and grandsons burst out laughing.

“Who’s the new slave at Lanxiang Courtyard? Even the welcome call is like a woman’s call for spring.”

“Where’s Zhang De? Replacing this dilly-dallying kid?”

A group of people laughed over from her side like no one else, Feng Zhiwei stared at the ground, seeing that robe horn also spotlessly swept past her side, just a long, silent breath of relief, just listened to a male brother laughing and pointing at her, to the ushering mother said: “Later we want to eat wine line order, tell this kid to serve!”

The brothel madam was stunned and reluctantly answered, beckoning Feng Zhiwei to come over and whispering, “Be careful! Ugh…”

The brothel madam looked worried, there was no sign of business and Feng Zhiwei was surprised but the brothel madam looked grave and said in a low voice, “Did you see that skinny guy in yellow? I heard that he’s a bad guy, the top girl of the Guanhua Residence, Yanhong, was injured by that guy and her brothel madam wanted to cause trouble because she had someone to back her. Don’t make trouble for me…”

She also told Feng Zhiwei: “Little Zhi, you’ve always been clever and courteous, so you’re better than everyone else in the courtyard, so you have to help your mother today.”

Feng Zhiwei had no choice but to accept. If she was to be consigned to a brothel, it was only a matter of time before she had to hide.

The group of people occupied the best” Juanfang Pavilion” in the courtyard, called the most beautiful girls to accompany them, one by one, laughing and bantering, the noise was unbearable but only one corner, everyone consciously did not disturb, it seemed a little weirdly quiet where he was.

In the cool white smoke, the man with long hair, his lapel hanging down, his elbow lazily supporting his cheek, smiling shallowly bowed to the girl’s white wrist and jade fingers and drank the wine she served him.

He then gently squeezed the woman’s cheeks, causing the flower girl, Lan Yi, the top girl of the Lanxiang Courtyard, to be shy and coy.

  The low laughter, the woman’s crying, compared to the noise outside, has a more ambiguous and charming mood.

  Feng Zhiwei served the tea with a blank expression, thinking that if Lan Yi had seen the scene the other night when he pushed Yin’er into the river, she wouldn’t be able to get shy.

  He’s whoring with a bunch of arseholes, acting casually but somehow, it just doesn’t fit.

  She didn’t stop her hands, she turned around and felt eyes behind her, stuck to her back, exploring but she didn’t move, she didn’t turn her head in that direction.

  Her attention was at the table, because Yin’er was pale, always winking at her and beside her was the thin guy in yellow with the pale, blue face and the cloudy eyes that didn’t look right.

  Feng Zhiwei didn’t want to meddle in the affairs of the world, so she just ignored it: a woman of the world would inevitably meet all sorts of unpleasant customers and it was her duty to take care of them, not hers.

  After three rounds of drinking, everyone got drunk, so some of them took the girls out and Yin’er was taken out by that gentleman and everyone looked at their backs with strange eyes.

  As she was held in the man’s arms, she looked back often, her eyes sad and pleading, as if looking for someone to help her out but everyone looked away.

  Feng Zhiwei frowned but her feet didn’t move, she always felt that as long as that person was present, she shouldn’t try to show off.

  But then the two of them walked past her in an embrace and a deep red bruise on her snow-colored skin suddenly crossed her eyes in Yin’er’s half-open lapel.

  Feng Zhiwei was startled and silent for a long while, then quietly put down her tea cup and quietly followed her out through the side door.

As soon as she left the room, the elegant man in the moon white robe in the elegant room with his back to her, suddenly smiled and pushed away Lan Yi in his arms.

Lan Yi thought he was just teasing, smiled coquettishly and leaned in again.

The man bent his face, the smile on his captivating eyebrows was faint, he watched the woman approach without knowing his eyes and his lips curved.

And then with a flick of his sleeve.

The ordinary-looking guards appeared from nowhere, grabbed the black stone cauldron, turned it over and poured it on Lan Yi’s head.

The hot ashes fell down, accompanied by the woman’s miserable scream.

There was a sudden silence and everyone was terrified.

“Ning Cheng, you’ve started to show mercy lately.”  The man stood up with a smile, without looking at the woman who had fallen to the ground, “I thought she’d fall on her face.”

“That was the plan.” Ning Cheng peered at Lan Yi, “but I suddenly realized that the rouge on her face was too thick, so I was afraid it wouldn’t burn.”

Laughing lightly, ignoring his precious guards, the man swept past everyone without a sound and went out the door in the direction that Feng Zhiwei had left.

  Where he passes, there is no ashes and weeping is buried in the dust.

 

 

 

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