The setting sun is slightly warm, the spring breeze is flying, and many pink peach petals are scattered in the elegant courtyard.

"A song of spring breeze pipe in a small town~ A hundred cups of willows fell on the Quhe River~ Big butterflies and bees are busy with flowers~ Just like tourists stealing poems~Lalala~~"

Qing Ling'er sat leisurely on the swing, humming an unknown tune. The sound was like a flower roll with honey, soft and sweet, but the innocent face was stained with a few traces of undeserved worries.

In recent days, he has appeared more and more frequently, in order to leave an impression in the hearts of more people so that he can auction at a better price when he is sixteen.

Man Tingfang is not a charitable nail. If you want to stay here, you always have to give something, both your body and your labor.

As the courtesan whom Boss Ye focuses on training, Qing Ling'er doesn't have much free time on weekdays, including piano, chess, books, flower tea, wine, dance, music and painting, etc., and various complicated learning tasks squeeze every moment of the day.

Although learning is hard, you can still find some fun. After you really perform on stage, it will not only test the sweat off the stage, but also test whether the person's heart is strong enough.

If you say something is insufficient, sing it; if you say something is insufficient, dance it and dance it.

Dance is the most primitive language symbol, and it can also arouse the desires in people's hearts.

Whenever the drum beat reaches the highest point and the dance steps are the most exciting, Qing Ling'er always feels a very depressing feeling in her heart.

He wanted to shout loudly and to exert all the strength of his limbs.

However, years of professional training told him that he could not do this. No matter when he needed to keep a sweet smile and keep his movements beautiful. Even if he wanted to show his strength, he had to be a woman's feminine beauty and could not lose her last bit of softness.

Every teacher told him how to do it, Qing Ling'er did it as usual and did it very well, but he vaguely felt... he shouldn't have done that!

You should not wear those clothes, you should not apply makeup, you should not wear beads and flowers, you should not...

But why not?

He didn't know either, but he just felt that everything was wrong, but he couldn't tell why?

"Well~~ Although I don't know why, I can spend every morning and evening happily in this way~hehehe~~~"

The boy was not worried. Qing Ling'er thought for a while, then hummed a song happily, and the swing was swaying faster.

Knock ~~

When Qing Ling'er heard the knock on the door, she immediately jumped off the swing, pulled up her skirt and ran to open the door excitedly.

"Jiurong, you are here...Huh?"

Before he opened the door, Qing Ling'er couldn't wait to greet him, but when he saw the person standing outside the door, several question marks appeared on his forehead.

It was not the handsome and handsome Tang Jiulang and Tang Wan who came, but a pretty girl with a shy face, wearing silver jewelry, a half-sleeved jacket, and a knee-length pleated skirt. When she saw Qingling, she whispered: "Xiao...Xiaoqing, I...I am Tang Wan."

Tang Wan changed back to a woman's dress, and her voice changed to the original sound, from the clear youth voice before to the soft girl's voice. Her original voice was a little lazy, and every word she spoke was as soft as cotton, with a unique flavor.

Therefore, Qing Ling'er did not recognize the other person as soon as possible, so she could only blink curiously, trying to connect the cute girl in front of her with the familiar Tang Wan according to the other person's prompts.

Tang Wan quickly changed his voice back to his original appearance: "Xiaoqing, it's me. Let me go in first."

"Ah~ It's really Jiulang~ Why are you dressing like this?" Qing Ling'er was shocked and let Tang Wan enter the door.

"There are...some unexpected things, let me tell you slowly later." After entering the door, Tang Wan looked outside for a few seconds before closing the door, leaning against the door, closing his eyes and patting his chest, suppressing the fear along the way.

After re-dressing, Liuliu really let Tang Wan walk out of the Tang family with a swagger.

It was out, but Tang Wan always felt that someone was staring at her on the way, and she couldn't tell whether it was a passerby or a member of the Tang family. After all, her family was the kind of person hiding in the dark.

Maybe she had noticed Tang Wan's strangeness long ago, but she just couldn't reveal it, just to secretly do what she wanted to do.

Suddenly, Tang Wan felt someone staring at him with a strange look. After opening his eyes, he found Qing Ling'er staring at her chest with her eyes straight. Her eyes seemed to see something that shouldn't have looked through her clothes...

"Xiaoqing, you...what are you watching..." Tang Wan couldn't help but twist her body, her calves exposed under her skirt were also tied together, and her little face suddenly turned red like a candy apple.

The clothes Liuliu gave to Tang Wan were traditional clothing from Miaojiang, which was very different from the colorful clothing styles of the Tang Dynasty. Especially this skirt with exposed calves, which made Tang Wan feel extremely uncomfortable.

The Tang Dynasty clothing, whether it is men's or women's clothing, only its entire legs will be blocked. Now the calf is empty, which makes people extremely uncomfortable and always feel that something is strange.

Qing Ling'er said happily: "Jiulang, you can have a good look today."

"Yeah……"

"Yeah, it looks good~ Where did you buy it? I also want to sell a set to see what it looks like when you wear it~"

Tang Wan's eyes rolled and said, "How about... you give me some other clothes and I'll give you this set back for you?"

Qing Ling'er clapped her hands and said, "Okay~ OK~"

...

Tang Wan hasn't worn a skirt for a long time, and he has been busy for a while before he has dressed neatly.

When Qing Ling'er, who had been waiting for a long time, was surprised to see Tang Wan changing her clothes: "Jiulang, why... how did you put your chest so high?"

"This...this..." Tang Wan didn't know how to explain, or was embarrassed to speak those words, so he could only laugh and cry, "I...don't know, maybe...it's probably born..."

After changing into the woman's clothes, she also realized that unconsciously there were very obvious characteristics on her chest...

Qing Ling'er pouted aggrievedly: "Although the little brothers at home taught me a lot of methods, I'm still too thin and can't hold on no matter how hard I tossed..."

"You...you are still young and will grow up in two years, so there is no need to worry now, just let it go." Faced with this kind of child's doubts, Tang Wan unconsciously played the role of his sister and relaxed a lot.

"Is that so? But I'm so scared." Qing Ling'er touched her flat chest without any hesitation, looked at Tang Wan's slightly curved curve, and sighed, "Jiulang, do you think I will be square with those little brothers in the future? I heard that it's very hard to support the round shape, but in order to please the guests, I can only endure it."

Square?

Tang Wan thought for a while and realized that Qing Ling'er was talking about men's chest muscles. After thinking a little about Qing Ling'er's pure and cute face, she couldn't help but laughed out loud: "Hahaha, how can girls grow chest muscles? You will also be like me... chest, forehead, growth, these things... girls will have... it's just a matter of age."

Qing Ling'er said innocently: "But I am a boy, will I grow up?"

"What?! Are you a man?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!