My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

October is coming to an end, and the business of Xianyang Tower is getting worse and worse.

Lacking the support of dignitaries and aristocrats, they only rely on common people and wealthy businessmen.

The beauties and concubines in the building are empty in their bodies every day, and they can't be filled once a day.

The jade arms that thousands of people sleep on can only be used by themselves, and the lips that have been tasted by thousands of people can only be tasted by themselves. The beauties who are as beautiful as flowers are panicked.

The building is a government agency with performance appraisals, and beauties whose monthly workload does not meet the standard cannot stay in the building.

The concubines, who are much lower than the beauty, don't have this kind of trouble, they don't have the assessment.

Their lives are clearly priced and not protected by Qin Law, and they may be strangled to death at any time.

This is not the family's counterattack against Ying Chengxiu, it's just self-protection.

Everyone goes to the balcony to relax and indulge, and no one wants to show off in front of people, so that when they are teachers, they think about what can be said and what can't be said.

On the second floor of the building, in the steward's room.

The pretty steward with half a catty of flesh on his chest was sad, but he still forced a smile on his face, and sincerely congratulated the man who had just walked in and was dressed as a servant.

There was still a man with a scar on the back of his chest, with a finger and a scar. He was slightly bent, with a humble and flattering expression on his face.

Talking and nodding, like a poor pug.

"It's not a compliment to be in charge..."

"You are no longer a servant."

The steward looked at the man pitifully and sounded a reminder.

Words are like a breeze, blowing away the haze in the heart of a man who has long been accustomed to being a servant.

"Yeah, I'm not a Lichen anymore."

The man muttered to himself, and slowly straightened his back. He was very difficult, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

Boom~

The man seems to have heard the sound of the long-bending spine straightening in the body, the sound of friction between the bones is so pleasant, and the sound of the joints of the vertebrae breaking and connecting is so pleasant.

Two lines of tears unconsciously fell from his eyes, but he didn't realize it.

"Cry so much!"

Qin people do not recognize tears.

The performance of the building is poor.

The steward who was in a bad mood saw the man crying and felt a little pitiful, but even more hopeless.

I'm going to be imprisoned and I haven't cried yet, you're out of slavery and you're crying!

Yue Nu's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. The sword pierced through the servant's body, but only caused flesh and blood wounds to the servant, and did not hurt the servant's life.

When the servant opened his eyes again, he saw his sister who he could only talk to through the high wall every week or every month.The younger sister told him that Mr. Chang'an helped them both get out of slavery.

The man talked about things, touched his eyes with his hands and felt the tears before realizing that he was crying.

"So I can still stand up."

said the man.

He still didn't have the urge or feeling to cry, but the tears flowed down like a faucet that was turned on, and it couldn't be stopped no matter what.

The steward looked at the man who had no emotions such as sadness or joy on his face, removed the mask of humility, and had a flat face, a man who wanted to wipe away his tears so that he would stop crying.

It is natural to think of those concubines in the building who die every year, every month, every week, sometimes even every day.

Last week, a concubine who had just arrived at the building for less than a week was strangled to death on the bed by guests.

Double ten years, beautiful face.

The snow-white carcass was lying on the bed, but the smooth back had lost the luster of life, and the concubine had a rope around her neck.

In addition to throwing the rope on the tower, the owner of the rope also dropped ten pieces of gold.

"Unlucky, I'm really dead, I wasted ten gold." The guest cursed impatiently.

"Why are you still playing to death? Brother Zhang, what did you play?" In the eyes of the companions, there was no respect for human life, only curiosity about the cause of death.

"Hey, brother Li has never left Xianyang, only went to the Xianyang Tower? This game has long been spread in Guanzhong. This concubine receives guests a day, ranging from a few to a dozen.

"No matter how beautiful it is, its body is loose and loose, so there is no passion. Put a rope around its neck and tighten it. The tighter it is, the tighter it is below. It is almost comparable to a girl who has not been married..."

The steward who collected the corpses of concubines who were strangled to death took care of it himself, and did not ask the tower guards to dispose of it. Every concubine who died on the tower would be collected by the steward.

The steward remembered very clearly that the concubine's face was covered with tears, full of longing for life, but her hands had no strangle marks.

At the last moment of death, the concubine may have cried and begged the guests to let go.

But she still didn't touch her neck with her hand, and she didn't dare to pull out a little gap in the not-so-thick circle of death.

There are not many hidden guards in the building, except Qing Mei who left, only the former prostitute steward remained.

When the manager was a prostitute, he got along with the prostitutes and concubines in the building every day.

The identity of the secret guard has been buried for a long time, and the identity of the prostitute has been with him for several years. The steward has a deep affection for the building, and has a deep affection for the prostitutes and concubines in the building.

Every time he heard of the death of a concubine, the steward was very sad.

But there is only sadness, and the steward never thought of revenge.

This is not because the steward is a secret guard and has the basic quality of not revealing himself, but is limited by the basic rules of the game in this world-lichen and concubines are not human beings.

Not only is the law of Qin stipulated in this way, but the laws of all regions of the world are also stipulated in this way.

As long as you are born in this world, you cannot escape this rule.

The steward opened the window and looked down at the countless guests on the first floor.

Look at those concubines who have no freedom, can't refuse, and as long as someone orders menstruation, they will smile and accompany the guests to drink strong wine.

"You are very lucky. I have never heard of anyone offering money to redeem a concubine. Only the Lord Jun can do such a thing."

"Meeting Mr. Chang'an is the luckiest thing in my life." A sincere smile appeared on the man's face.

"I heard that Lord Chang'an even gave you a name and surname."

How does the steward know?I haven't spoken to anyone since I left Chang'an Palace.

Doubt flashed across the man's heart, and the joy that filled his heart drove away the doubt.

He proudly said: "Yes, Lord Chang'an bestowed the surname Ma on the list."

Marie-Lenin...what a strange name.

The steward thought about it, and said sincerely again: "You are so lucky."

In this era when the vast majority of people only have first names but no surnames, it is a matter of great pride to have a first name.

"Yes."

Marx and Lenin nodded heavily, once again affirming that he was in charge, and finally no tears flowed from his eyes.

"What does Mr. Chang'an want you to do?"

The steward closes the window.

"Mr. Chang'an wants me to stay here and tell my story to all the beauties on the building."

Tell all the beauties on the building?

The steward cast a suspicious look.

Marx and Lenin also knew that this sounded outrageous, and I was afraid that the manager would not believe it.

Hastily explained: "Lie didn't see Mr. Chang'an, and it was Mr. Chang'an's retainer who relayed Mr. Chang'an's meaning on his behalf. According to the retainer, Mr. Chang'an's original words were, 'I have finally done a good deed, so why don't you let the publicity announce it? Doing good deeds without leaving a name, how is it different from Jinyi Night Walking?'”