Chapter 270: Doing good deeds without leaving a name, how is that different from marching in the night in fine clothing?
October is almost over, and business at Xianyang Tower is getting worse and worse.
Lacking the support of dignitaries and aristocratic families, it only relies on common people and wealthy businessmen.
The beauty in the tower, my body feels empty every day, and cannot be filled once a day.
The jade arms that thousands of people have used as pillows can only be used as pillows by oneself, and the red lips that thousands of people have tasted can only be tasted by oneself. The beauties as beautiful as flowers are panicked.
Loutai is a government agency with performance appraisal. Beauties who fail to meet the monthly workload requirements cannot stay in Loutai.
Concubines, who have a much lower status than beauties, do not have this kind of worry because they are not subject to any assessment.
Their lives are clearly priced and are not protected by Qin law. They may be strangled, stabbed, or tortured to death at any time.
This was not a counterattack by the aristocratic family against Ying Chengjiao, but just self-protection.
Everyone goes to the tower to relax and indulge themselves. No one wants to show off in front of others or consider what they can and cannot say when they want to be a teacher.
On the second floor of the building, in the manager's room.
The pretty steward with a big chest looked worried, but still forced a smile and sincerely congratulated the man dressed as a servant who had just walked in.
The man, who still had horrific scars as long as a finger on his chest and back, was slightly hunched over, with a humble and ingratiating expression on his face.
He spoke with a bow and nod, like a pitiful pug.
"I don't deserve the praise from the manager..."
"You are no longer a slave."
The steward looked at the man with pity and gave him a warning.
The words were like a gentle breeze, blowing away the gloom in the heart of the man who had long been accustomed to his status as a slave.
"Yes, I am no longer a slave."
The man muttered to himself and slowly straightened his back. It was very difficult for him, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.
Bang!
The man seemed to hear the sound of the spine, which had been bent for many years, straightening up. The sound of friction between the bones was so pleasant, and the sound of the vertebrae breaking and connecting was so beautiful.
Two lines of tears fell from his eyes unconsciously, and he was completely unaware.
"What are you crying for?"
The Qin people do not recognize tears.
The building's performance is poor again.
The manager, who was in a bad mood, saw the man crying and felt a little sorry for him, but he also felt that he was a loser.
I'm about to be sentenced to imprisonment and I'm not crying. Why are you crying now that you've been freed from slavery?
The swordsmanship of the Yue girl was unparalleled in the world. The sword pierced the servant's body, but only caused flesh wounds to him, without endangering his life.
When the servant opened his eyes again, he saw his sister, with whom he could only talk once a week or once a month through the high wall. His sister told him that Chang'an Jun helped them both escape from slavery.
The man touched his eyes and felt tears, then he realized that he was crying.
“It turns out I can still stand up.”
The man said.
He still had no urge or feeling to cry, but the tears kept flowing down like a faucet that had been turned on, and he couldn't stop them.
The steward looked at the man whose face had no sadness, joy or other emotions, and who had taken off the mask of humility and looked calm as he tried to wipe away his tears and stop crying.
It is natural to think of the concubines in the tower who die every year, every month, every week, and sometimes even every day.
Last week, a concubine who had just arrived at the palace for less than a week was strangled to death in bed by a guest.
The age of Double Ten, beautiful face.
The snow-white body was lying on the bed, but the smooth back had lost the luster of life, and a rope was around the slave's neck.
In addition to dropping the rope on the balcony, the owner of the rope also dropped ten gold coins.
"What bad luck! He really died. I wasted ten gold coins." The guest cursed impatiently.
"Why are you playing with death ? What did you play, Brother Zhang?" There was no respect for human life in the eyes of the companions, only curiosity about the cause of death.
"Hehe, Brother Li has never left Xianyang, but has only been to Xianyang Tower, right? This way of playing has long been known throughout Guanzhong. This slave concubine receives at least a few guests a day, and at most a dozen.
"No matter how beautiful she is, her lower body is loose and unmotivated. Put a rope around her neck and tighten it. The tighter it is, the tighter her lower body becomes. She is just like an unmarried girl..."
The steward personally collected the bodies of the strangled concubines and did not ask the guards in the tower to handle it. The steward would collect the bodies of every concubine who died in the tower.
The steward remembered it very clearly. The concubine's face was covered with tears and full of desire for life, but there were no marks of strangulation on her hands.
At the last moment of death, the concubine might cry and beg the guest to let her go.
But she never put her hand on her neck to pull a small gap in the not-so-thick circle of death. She didn't dare.
There were not many secret guards in the building. Apart from Qingmei who had left, the only one left was the former prostitute's manager.
When the manager was a prostitute, he lived with the prostitutes and concubines in the towers every day.
The identity of the secret guard has been buried for a long time, and the identity of the prostitute has been with her for several years. The manager has deep feelings for Lou Tai, and also has deep feelings for the prostitutes and concubines in Lou Tai.
Every time he heard of the death of a concubine, the steward felt very sad.
But it was only sadness, and the manager never thought of revenge.
This is not because the steward, as a secret guard, has the basic quality of not exposing himself, but because he is restricted by the basic rules of the game in this world - slaves and concubines are not human beings.
This is not only stipulated in Qin law, but also in the laws and regulations of all regions in the world.
As long as you are born in this world, you cannot escape this rule.
The steward opened the window and looked down at the number of guests on the first floor.
Looking at those concubines who have no freedom, cannot refuse, and have to smile and drink strong liquor with guests as long as someone requests it during their menstrual period.
"You are very lucky. I have never heard of anyone paying money to redeem a slave concubine. Only a master would do such a thing."
"Meeting Chang'an Jun is the luckiest thing in my life." The man showed a sincere smile on his face.
"I heard that Lord Chang'an also gave you a name."
How did the steward know? I haven't told anyone since I left Chang'an Jun's mansion.
A flash of doubt flashed through the man's mind, but the joy in his heart overwhelmed the doubt.
He said proudly, "Yes, the Chang'an Lord gave me the surname Ma and the name Lie."
Marx...what a strange name.
The steward thought to himself and said sincerely again: "You are so lucky."
In this era when most people only have a first name but no last name, having both a first name and a last name is a matter of great pride.
"Yes."
Ma Lie nodded heavily, once again affirming the manager, and the tears in his eyes finally stopped flowing.
"What does Chang'an-jun want you to do?"
The butler closed the window.
"Lord Chang'an wants me to stay here and tell all the beauties in the tower about my deeds."
Tell it to all the beauties in the tower?
The steward cast a puzzled look.
Ma Lie also knew that this matter sounded a little outrageous and was afraid that the manager would not believe it.
He hurriedly explained, "I didn't see Chang'an Jun. It was his retainer who relayed Chang'an Jun's intention. According to the retainer, Chang'an Jun's original words were, 'I finally did a good deed, but you don't allow it to be publicized? Doing good deeds without leaving a name is no different from walking in the night in brocade clothes.'"
