Soaking in a wooden tub. Legs crossed and sitting comfortably. Water over her shoulders. She's lost in thought.

  A place reeking of extravagance and decay. She soaked in it naked. A sense of unease arose.

  In "The Oil Seller Wins the Queen of Flowers", Qin Zhong thought that with ten taels of silver, he could obtain *** pleasure from the courtesan Mei Niang. Unexpectedly, Mei Niang said: "I know this person, he is not a reputable young master, if I accept him, people will laugh at me."

  I have carefully considered this case. I think that the courtesan is not simply motivated by vanity, but rather she has a philosophical understanding of the feng shui of her body. Think about it: the life of a geisha is one of both talent and beauty, yet also one of lamenting their circumstances. Their bodies may be shrouded in mystery, with hidden peaks and valleys, winding paths that lead to secret places, and beauty that is overwhelming. Yet they rarely allow visitors to catch a glimpse of their full appearance. Those who have won her favor are many, but she does not lightly make vows of love.

  Once a mountain oath and sea vow is made, the ecological balance of male-female relationships is destroyed. Vows will ultimately be met with retribution. This is also a move that destroys the body's feng shui. For the body's feng shui, sweet words and tender affection are never too much. They can refresh the mind and increase the transparency of the senses. Make the body feel like it's floating on water. More effective than all cosmetics and moisturizers.

  So, the flower girl refused to sell oil to the young man. What she rejected was not the "young man selling oil" but the kind of easy-to-say "mountain and sea oath". What the flower girl wanted was the "eloquent words and sweet intentions" of a "named son", which was smooth and comfortable.

  She bent one leg. Her elbow knocked against her knee and she rested her head on it. This pose made her look delicate and charming in the water. She was completely unaware of this. She was still thinking about the philosophy of leather bags.

  When Wei Xiaobai came in, he saw her looking like this.

  He held a garment in one hand and with his thumb and index finger, he was spinning a delicate target bowl.

  Walked over, clothes slightly bent waist put on the sofa aside. People leaned against the edge of the wooden barrel and glanced at the water.

  Smooth skin like white jade. Twin peaks stand upright. Dainty and charming. Plump and tender.

  Wei Xiaobai held up the target bowl in front of her eyes. "Can you see what a good thing this is?"

  She curled her legs up again, slightly tilted her head. "Right away, I'll get it."

  Xiao Bai laughed. Loosened his hand. Dropped into the water. Floating in front of the rippling chest. "You have a good eye for this. How much do you think it's worth?"

  This is a "target bowl" also known as "horseback cup". The mouth of the vessel is slightly tilted. High foot and hollow in the middle. The shape is small, elegant and beautiful. It is a Buddhist altar vessel. Inside decorated with peony branches. Outside wall painted with twining lotus flowers. Also known as "treasure lotus flower". Elegant yet not losing its clear rhyme. Belongs to Chenghua imperial kiln top grade. Estimated value is around tens of millions.

  She didn't dare touch it. The rules of antiques. But her hands.

  "It's coming." She stared at the thing that was floating right in front of her chest, as if it had drifted from ancient times.

  Xiaobai turned around and slowly squatted down. One hand stretched into the water, stirring up ripples.

  "This is probably the one used by Empress Wan Gui."

  The Da Ming Chenghua Emperor was an emperor who never grew up. He indulged in immortals, Buddhism and the secrets of longevity. But what is most puzzling is that he liked a palace maid 17 years older than himself. And throughout his life, he did not change. He was a true "mountain and sea oath".

  This palace maid is Wan Guifei. Born in Shandong Zhu Cheng. Same hometown as **. Her appearance caused the first instance of an outer relative meddling in politics during the Ming dynasty. Truly a jinx.

  "You're a bit like Consort Wan." His hand floated in the water, drifting and swaying. The tone of his voice was like a gentle hum.

  The water was splashed and she felt a bit annoyed. She pushed open the door. Water splashed everywhere.

  "Who was that Wan Guifei? She had grown old and very fat. In her fifty-eighth year, she beat a palace maid to death. Because of her obesity and anger, she couldn't catch her breath. She died. She really did die from anger."

  Xiaobai's hand was also opened by her.

  After listening, Xiao Bai lowered his head and chuckled. He raised his head again and glanced at her... To be honest, this glance was absolutely "alluring" and not feminine at all, but a completely masculine charm.

  "She died and in just a few months, Cheng also followed her to death. Foolish love indeed."

  "Deep emotions don't last long." She snorted coldly.

  "You're heartless."

  "You're delusional."

  "Ah, whose heart is foolish? Whose idea was this?"

  She didn't argue with you anymore. With a red face, she held her breath and sank into the water.

  In the water.

  Voluptuous and plump little girl...

  Xiao Bai picked up the cup from the water and shook off the water on it.

  She heard him say.

  "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

  Her body was trembling slightly. Look at this tone... Can't the sweet words that come out of a scumbag's mouth make people feel comfortable?