"Killing, killing."

After being kicked, the drunk woke up from his coma and shouted loudly.

"Kill for what!" someone yelled.

"Use arrows, shoot them to death...killed many people..." The drunkard gestured, looked left and right, and said after a pause, "Hey? Where are the people?"

There were no casualties at all, and there was no blood stain as expected.

However, at some point, there were a lot of people standing on the clean Hongqiao. They were all excitedly looking in one direction and whispering about something.

What's going on? Is it his hallucination? But it's not right. He clearly saw the people downstairs shooting at them with bows and arrows...

What happened?

What's going on? At this time, many people in the high-ranking officer's box also had this question in their minds.

"Why did you hit him?"

the young lady asked.

"Then what's the reason?" Gao Xiaoguanren smiled, looked at the woman kneeling in front of him, and his eyes fell on Cheng Silang in front of her, "What are you going to do?"

He couldn't help but ask.

This weird little lady who wanted to ask a question did not ask the question like a normal person. Instead, after a maid ran in with a bundle in her arms, she placed the knocked out Cheng Silang in front of her and pointed at the injured wrist again.

It was acupuncture and kneading, while asking questions.

"I'm treating his injuries." Cheng Jiaoniang replied, raising her head, "There must always be a reason for beating someone."

The high-ranking official sneered.

Just now I said that Mr. Cheng is a fool. It seems that this sister is also a fool.

"This is Desheng Tower. He wants to compete with me for the oiran of the Jiaofang Division. If he can't compete, he will be beaten," he said.

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.

"I see." She said, "Well, if you can't compete, you will naturally get beaten."

The young official Gao frowned and asked what else to ask. The young lady didn't know what she had done to Cheng Silang's hands. Cheng Silang woke up with a cry of pain.

"Shiro-kun." The maid shouted excitedly.

Cheng Silang came back to his senses slowly and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang in confusion for a while. Then he remembered what happened and wanted to get up.

"Sister." he shouted, "I..."

"You're okay." Cheng Jiaoniang said, reaching out to pick up his hand and let him see it.

hand…

The rain of fists hitting his body did not make him faint from pain, but when his hand was stomped off, he fainted from the pain and fear.

hand!

His hand!

The hand that was gently raised to the front of the eyes had its wrist wrapped in layers of white cloth, and a short branch was twisted on both sides.

"Don't worry, you will be able to move in three days, and it will be as good as before in a month." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

In good condition?

Cheng Silang looked at her with some doubts. He heard the sound of his own bones breaking...

"Master Silang, don't worry. Li Dashao's hand was cut off, but I can still pick it up. Yours is just a broken bone," the maid said with a smile.

Oh, yes, yes, Cheng Silang looked excited and happy again.

"I see!"

Looking at the few people here who were completely ignoring them, a man with a lower rank suddenly shouted and pointed at Cheng Jiaoniang, who suddenly realized.

"You are that Mrs. Cheng!"

Isn't it possible that the miraculous doctor Mrs. Cheng could only restore a broken hand and bring it back to life?

Also, her last name is Cheng!

It turned out to be her.

Jiangzhou fool!

The high-ranking official stopped laughing and sat upright.

To put it this way, he is really a fool.

"It turns out it's Mrs. Cheng. I've really admired her for a long time." He smiled again and said with cupped hands.

Hearing the sound here, Cheng Silang couldn't help but look over and saw the lost Madam Zhu over there. Looking at the fat man again, he understood and suddenly felt like the world was spinning.

"Sister, sister, this is none of your business, just go away, go away."

Cheng Silang was so ashamed that he covered his face with his sleeves and shouted.

It turns out that this is still in Desheng Tower! And we are in front of this high-ranking official!

I actually let my sister come here! Faced with such people and things!

Accompanied by his shouts, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and a loud banging sound outside the door.

"Master Fourteen, are you okay?"

Someone asked loudly.

Although there are not many people visiting the brothel, if something goes wrong, there are quite a few people coming.

The young official Gao smiled slightly and watched the Cheng family's attendants surrounding the hall aim their bows and arrows at him.

"Everyone stop it," he said.

The banging outside the door stopped.

"Ms. Cheng, what do you want?" Gao Xiaoguan looked at Cheng Jiaoniang and asked with a half-smile.

"That depends on what you want, Gao Xiaoguan." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "Whether you want to continue fighting or fight in other ways."

The high-ranking official was slightly stunned.

"Fight? Fight for what?" he asked.

"Let's compete for the oiran." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at Miss Zhu who was kneeling beside her.

Competing for the courtesan?

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the hall was stunned, even Mrs. Zhu raised her head and looked at her.

"Sister!" Cheng Silang covered his face and shouted, almost crying, "No..."

He is not...

He is not...

So what is he doing? What should he say?

Before he could say anything, Gao Xiaoguanren spoke in surprise.

"Ms. Cheng, what did you say?" he asked.

"Aren't you and my brother competing for the Oiran?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked, "Then let's continue fighting."

This time everyone finally understood and couldn't help but be in an uproar.

"Ms. Cheng, are you kidding me?" Gao Xiaoguan asked.

This is just out of anger.

"Sister, it's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Cheng Silang struggled to get up and shouted.

"No, this is all my fault."

Miss Zhu also jumped out again and cried.

"It's all Zhu Heng's fault. Zhu Heng apologizes to Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng."

There was a crisp sound, and the crying and shouting in the room suddenly stopped.

Cheng Jiaoniang took back her hand and looked at the broken tea bowl in the hall.

"Why are you crying, what are you shouting for?" she said, frowning slightly, "It's not a big deal if you don't spend your youth in a romantic way. Visiting a brothel and being an oiran are no big deal. As an oiran, you should be happy to compete with others. They are a pastime, so you should compete with them.

Just for fun, play if you can, don’t play if you can’t afford it, cry and make a fuss when something happens, wouldn’t it be ridiculous!”

Is that so? It seems right.

People in the hall were a little startled by what was said.

As an oiran, she should be happy when others compete with her, and should not be annoyed or bored by others.

When high-ranking officials like her, she should be happy and greet them with a smile, that's not her duty.

But….
To be continued...