Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

When she saw him just now, she felt that this person seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember who he was. If it weren't for the tiny black mole behind him, she probably wouldn't have been able to remember him either.

"This person's name is Jin Shiniang. She used to be a dancer in Jinfenmeng. She redeemed herself a long time ago and has been living in the backyard ever since. Oh, and by the way, she also has a daughter."

Wu Sanniang had never had any dealings with this person. Jinfenmeng covered a large area, and there were more than a dozen small courtyards at the back, all of which were inhabited by women who had redeemed themselves.

When she first entered the building seven years ago, the brothel owner took them to learn the group dance in the building. At that time, there were only three dancers living in the back, and the brothel owner called them over to help train the new dancers.

One of the three retired dancers was Jin Shiniang. At first glance, her appearance and dancing skills seemed somewhat ordinary compared to the other two.

Especially her eyes, which had more white in them, making her look mean. But Wu Sanniang thought that she was particularly light when she danced, so she kept staring at her.

However, she rarely saw this person once a year. There was a small door in the backyard that led directly to the outside, and they would not go to the front on weekdays.

Seven years is enough time for a person's appearance to change.

"Daughter?" Cui Bianxu's heart moved slightly, and his man's sixth sense kicked in. He raised his hand and pointed at the May 1st lady in the innermost part: "Go and take a look at that one and see if she is familiar."

Wu Sanniang's face turned pale. To be honest, she had seen countless men, and this Shaoqing of the Dali Temple was indeed the most handsome man she had ever seen, with a heroic air.

But she had to admit that for some men, it would be better for them to be mute!

Forget it, forget it, just finish the work as soon as possible and get the money and leave. Wu Sanniang walked over quickly, but this time she quickly retreated.

The smell of rotten eggs and dead rats hit her face directly, even her eyes were stung. She didn't know how much ice was put there to hold the corpse down. She was so cold that goose bumps appeared all over her body, and she quickly pulled her cloak tighter.

She carefully recalled the frightened glance she had just taken. The face of the corpse had changed because it had been stored for a long time. The whole person was blue-black, with sunken eye sockets, a slightly open mouth, and most of the two rows of teeth exposed. There were also many slightly wriggling white maggots on the body.

The more she thought about the female corpse she had just seen, the more disgusted she felt. Finally, she couldn't help but ran out of the house, trembling all over and retching violently.

Fortunately, there is a rule in their building that they can only drink some thin porridge at night and cannot eat anything with strong smells, so as to avoid bringing out some smells when interacting with guests and making them disgusted. Otherwise, they would probably vomit all over the place.

"Hehe." Ding Yuan looked at the beautiful figure and suddenly laughed twice.

His voice was a bit sharper than that of an average man. It suddenly startled Cui Bianxu, who turned around and shouted, "What are you laughing at?!"

"Hehe." Ding Yuan saluted and said, "It seems that the dancers in Pingkangfang are just so-so."

He was too timid. He thought that if he had to spend so much money to go to a place, the girls there should be different from others. But it seemed that they were just so-so.

Cui Bianxu didn't understand his implication, but he still replied in agreement: "It's a little worse, but it's just a female corpse, it's not worth it."

Ever since that hair, he has become fearless. What does a corpse matter?

"Come in when you're done vomiting."

Wu Sanniang choked and was really about to be pissed off to death by this guy. He had grown such a skin for nothing. She sat down on the ground and gasped for breath, secretly cursing Cui Bianxu and Jiang Shangxian several times in her heart.

Seeing her sitting on the ground and not coming in, Cui Bianxu glared at her. How dare she kick him?!

Even his Western Region horses wouldn't dare! He was about to start a lecture when he heard Wu Sanniang sobbing, "You called someone in late at night to check on this thing, and you didn't even give them a cup of hot water."

When Cui Bianxu was training the horse, the horse wasn't obedient at first. Seeing Wu Sanniang crying, he snorted coldly and said, "A dead person is dead. Everyone dies. You're afraid of such a thing. What kind of woman are you?"

Cong Jinghai, who was watching the fun not far away, slapped his forehead when he heard this. He finally understood why this guy had not gotten married yet. Which young lady could stand his mouth?

Seeing Wu Sanniang pause and about to cry even harder, he quickly waved his hand and asked his men to bring a cup of hot water, and walked out: "Miss Wu, don't cry, the water will be here soon."

When Cui Bianxu saw him coming out, he thought that this guy was also a loser who kept complaining. He looked displeased, but when Jinghai winked at him, he realized that he was not really ignorant of the ways of the world. He snorted coldly, waved his hand and walked aside without saying anything else.

After Wu Sanniang drank some water and calmed down, Cong Jinghai asked her, "Young lady, do you know the person that the Shaoqing is asking about?"

"Shangguan, I just took a quick look, and the man's face looked a little different..." She was a little embarrassed. Just that short glance almost made her feel sick. Now when she thought about it, all she could think of was the dark blue appearance and the stench of corpse.

Cong Jinghai smiled amiably, his tone softening: "It's okay. This person has been dead for a long time, so they will look different. It's normal for a young lady like you to be scared. It's okay."

Wu Sanniang blinked. She hadn't expected this man, though ordinary-looking, to be a nice person. Why else would an older man be so compassionate? Wasn't he better than the young man next to her?

As a result, the next sentence he followed Jing Haidao: "Come, I will go in with you and take a closer look."

Animal! This animal! None of these men are good!

Wu Sanniang was so angry that her teeth were itching, and her silver teeth were almost broken. It was obvious that she knew that there was no good person in the Dali Temple. Today, she had to recognize the corpse even if she didn't want to!

No matter how reluctant she was or how much she procrastinated, she finally stood next to Madam May 1st again. This time was better than last time, as Cong Jinghai kindly gave her a cotton handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose.

When she went back to prison for the second time, although her heart was still pounding, it was much better than before. At least she could stand and shake her legs instead of running while shaking.

Wu Sanniang suppressed her fear, still not daring to look at the corpse's face. She could only focus her attention on the clothes and said in a muffled voice, "My two superiors, this dress shows that she belongs to a woman from a good family, from Pingkangfang. Who would wear such tight clothes?"

As for the shoes, they were just a pair of ordinary moon-white embroidered shoes with cloud patterns embroidered on the uppers with silk thread of the same color. "But the shoes are strangely clean, as if they don't walk much."

Cui Bianxu's forehead veins throbbed, and he was impatient to listen to her nonsense: "Look at the face."

Wu Sanniang bit her lip, and under her cloak, she pinched her left arm with her right hand. She closed her eyes and then moved her gaze to the female corpse's face. This time, she still felt disgusted, but she thought that if she ran out again, the black-hearted man in front of her would force her to come and see it for the third time.

After a while, she turned around again and hurried out of the house, breathing in the fresh air. When she heard footsteps approaching behind her, she turned around and bowed: "From my perspective, she looks a bit like Jin Shiniang's daughter."