On the way, He Dachuan and Zhu Nian said: "Miss, it's actually not as serious as you think, although she is in the Qinglou, she is just a handyman." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zhu Nian pursed his lips and did not speak.

Zhu Nian followed He Dachuan to a second-class Qinglou, and before he entered the door, several scantily clad Qinglou women came up outside.

"Two sons, please come inside. A woman wearing a low-cut dress and dressed as charming and seductive tried to put her arms around He Dachuan, but was pushed away by He Dachuan without a trace.

"Hehe, please inside, please inside. A woman who was dressed more conservatively and looked larger walked out of the green building with a Luo fan, and her face should be the old bustard.

Zhu Nian and He Dachuan deliberately kept a distance from these dusty women, and followed the old bustard into the green building.

He Dachuan's face has always been a little unnatural, but Zhu Nian looked very indifferent.

Entering the lobby on the first floor, the old bustard looked Zhu Nian up and down, and then smiled with his eyebrows: Look at this son's line, he should be rich, and he actually came back to a low-class Qinglou like them.

"This son, do you want a private room?" the old bustard asked first.

"Hmm. Zhu Nian lowered his voice and replied.

"Okay, two sons, please come here. The old bustard called a little girl and gave a few instructions, and then shook Luo Fan and showed Zhu Nian and He Dachuan the way to the second floor.

In the box, the bustard went in to set up a table for the two, and when the little maid came in with a teapot, the bustard brought a cup of tea for each of them.

"The two sons sit down first, please drink tea. The old bustard beckoned the two of them over.

Zhu Nian glanced at He Dachuan and motioned for him to go over and sit together, and then the old bustard asked in a good voice: "What kind of girls do the two sons want to accompany them?" Some time ago, I just bought a few girls here, and they look so smart. ”

Zhu Nian rolled his eyes at the old bustard in his heart, and looked at her face and felt disgusted: "Do you have a girl named Red Candle here?"

The old bustard's face changed, and there was a hint of inquiry in his tone: "How can this son know about the red candle?"

Zhu Nian raised his eyebrows and raised his teacup to drink tea, which means: I just don't want to tell you!

The old bustard looked embarrassed, but she didn't want to offend the guests, you must know that a rich boy like Zhu Nian is equivalent to a cash cow.

"Hehe, son, we do have a girl named Red Candle here, but she doesn't accept customers, just a miscellaneous slave, can you see if you can change a girl?"

"Dachuan!" Zhu Nian didn't pay attention to the bustard, but looked at He Dachuan: "It seems that this mother doesn't welcome us, why don't we go shopping in another place?"

"Eh, don't don't, this son, there's something to discuss!" the old bustard hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop Zhu Nian, who wanted to get up, not wanting her to go.

"Red candle?" Zhu Nian looked at the old bustard and only spit out two words.

"This ...... It's not that I don't want to, it's that she doesn't want to come!"

"Okawa, bring the silver. Zhu Nian looked like he was wealthy.

"Yes, Childe. He Dachuan took out the money bag from his arms and took out two taels of silver.

Zhu Nian took the silver and held it up in front of the bustard: "Mom, can you give me a face, I can promise you that I won't force the red candle to do anything." ”

After seeing the silver, the old bustard's eyes instantly lit up, and he no longer hesitated in his heart: it is a fool who has silver and does not earn!

After taking the two taels of silver, the old bustard said "Wait a minute, the two sons" and went out.

The bustard came to the backyard and found the red candle that was washing clothes in the room, and then pulled her up: "Red candle, don't wash clothes, there is silver waiting for you to earn!"

The girl who was pulled by the bustard had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but because of long-term malnutrition, her face was a little sallow, and her hands were still covered with dense calluses.

"Mom, I said I wouldn't do the job of picking up customers. Red Candle looked firm.

"Ouch, what do you know, this time it's a wealthy boy! "The bustard had already guessed what the red candle was going to say, and she had used both soft and hard in the past few years, but when it came to letting her pick up customers, she was going to force her to die.

"I don't dare to be rich!" Red Candle was unmoved.

"You stinky girl, why don't you get oil and salt, if it weren't for the look you have, I wouldn't have bought you for ten taels of silver!

Red Candle lowered her head, reluctant to speak.

The old bustard secretly glanced at the red candle, and saw that she was still unmoved, so he sighed and said: "That's it, let me tell you the truth, when this son came, he named and said that he wanted to find you, and promised that he would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do." ”

Red Candle raised her head sharply and looked at the bustard suspiciously: she had been working as a handyman in the backyard of the Qinglou all these years and had never shown up, how could anyone look for her? And promised not to force her.

"Now you can rest assured, you still want to refuse such a good thing?" said the old bustard.

"Mom, you didn't lie to me?" asked Red Candle.

"I definitely didn't lie to you!"

Red Candle pondered for a while, and finally curiosity prevailed over reason, and decided to meet this strange benefactor. She had already thought about it, and the big deal was to force her to die again.

"Okay, I'll go with you!" said Red Candle and the bustard.

The old bustard breathed a sigh of relief, and left the backyard with the red candle on his face with a smile on his face.

At the door of the box, the old bustard let go of the red candle's hand and raised his head to the door: "No, this is the room, you can go in quickly!"

Red Candle looked at the bustard hesitantly, gritted her teeth secretly, and then pushed the door open.

Zhu Nian and He Dachuan had been waiting for a while, and when they heard the sound of pushing the door, they both looked towards the door in unison.

Walking in was a thin little girl, with a sallow face, a simple double bun combed on her head, wearing shabby clothes, and several ugly patches sewn on her sleeves and trouser legs, which were even more unbearable than the previous Zhu Xinnian.

Seeing her old friend again, Zhu Nian was a little happy in her heart, but more distressed about her.

The red candle is Zhu Xin's personal maid, this year's sixteenth, it should be a brilliant twenty-eight years, but it is so miserable.

Red Candle was bought into Zhu Mansion by Zhu Jiayuan when he was three years old, and Zhu Xinnian was only one year old at that time. At that time, the red candle was kneeling in the hall to worship Master Zhu, and it happened that Zhu Xinnian's nurse held her to the hall to find Master Zhu, but she didn't expect Zhu Xinnian to show a big smile when she saw the red candle, "hehe" and smiled.

Seeing that his daughter was happy, Master Zhu was also very happy, and immediately ordered the red candle to be kept as Zhu's personal maid.

In this way, the red candle grew up with Zhu Xin, like sisters.

The temperament of the red candle is a little different from Zhu Xinnian, she is more straight, and she is more courageous, compared to Zhu Xinnian, who is the eldest lady, is relatively weak, and every time she encounters something, she needs to be protected by a red candle.

Every time Zhu Xinnian was beaten and bullied by Dow, Red Candle wanted to find Dow's theory, at least to report to the master.

After Zhu Xinnian was whipped back by Tao with a small stick, Red Candle couldn't help it, and planned to find the old man to support him, but he didn't expect to be stopped by Liu's mother in Tao's yard on the way, and pulled to Shi'an Yuan and beaten with more than a dozen sticks.

When she was thrown back to the bamboo garden, Zhu Xinnian threw herself down beside her, tears rained down, but she still cared about Zhu Xinnian's injury, and said with a smile: "The slave is fine, but Miss is suffering." ”

Since then, every time Red Candle wants to come out, he will be stopped by Zhu Xinnian.

Three years ago, Red Candle and Zhu Xinnian were driven to Tianxiang Pavilion to work as handymen, Red Candle was fine, but she couldn't bear to let Zhu Xinnian suffer with her, and looked for Tao several times, but each time she was stopped outside the door of Zhu Mansion, and she didn't even see Tao's face.

Until one time, Tao came to Tianxiang Pavilion to inspect and found that Zhu Xinnian hardly suffered much, and the hard work was replaced by red candles.

Tao had been looking at the red candle unpleasantly, but in the past, because of the face of the master, he had not dared to make too much action against her, and now that the old man Zhu has died, Tao has no scruples, directly tied the red candle, and sold the red candle to the Qinglou.

Zhu Xinnian stopped her, and even knelt down in front of Tao to plead, but Tao was unmoved, she just wanted to make Zhu Xinnian feel bad!

Zhu Xinnian knew that the red candle was sold by Tao, but she didn't know that the red candle was sold to the Qinglou by Tao.

At this moment, Zhu Nian looked at the red candle at the door, with some expectation in his eyes.

Red Candle looked at the two strange men in front of her, and her heart was beating a drum.

Looking at the relatively short and delicate boy in front of her, she always felt a little familiar, but the light in this son's eyes made her heart secretly afraid.

"I've seen two sons, I don't know how the sons know the names of slaves and maids?" Red Candle lowered his head and bowed slightly to Zhu Nian and He Dachuan.

"Red candle!" Zhu Nian exhaled softly, using his original voice.

Hearing the familiar voice that she had been thinking about day and night, Red Candle suddenly raised her head to look at Zhu Nian, her eyes were filled with tears, and there was a hint of sophistication.

"Red Candle, it's me!" Zhu Nian spoke up again.

"Miss!?" Red Candle said with a hint of trembling in her voice, and bean-sized tears burst out of her eyes.