Red Lotus, she's still a virgin?

Cen Hu'er walked out of her father's study in a daze, not knowing what to do for a while. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He finally realized the means of this demon, he has great strength, demagogic means, shrewd mind, and is better at grasping the deepest desires of the human heart, using this desire to set a trap for others, so that everyone will fall into his trap either voluntarily or bewitched.

And he is also one of the victims of this trap.

But how did he refuse?

He slowly walked on the stone road of the Cen family's mansion, where the stone slabs were all mined from the nearby mountains, and seemed to have experienced decades of wind and frost, although they had been trampled countless times by countless free or unfree feet, but these stone slabs were still strong, still standing so upright on the ground, carrying the weight of pedestrians.

Of course, there are also some slabs that are damaged and broken, and these slabs are mercilessly replaced, cruelly thrown in the garbage heap, accompanied by chicken feathers, dirty water, tiles and other filth.

This is the principle and logic that this house follows, the strong go up, and the weak go down.

And he, Cen Hu'er, is currently a strong man with useful value, but who knows what will happen in the future?

"I won't be thrown in the garbage, I won't!" Cen Hu'er clenched his fists, he had been pinching for too long today,1 so that the muscles in his fists twitched a little, but he had to do this, otherwise he would most likely be defeated by the terror lurking in this mansion.

He walked back to his room, saying that it was his own room, but there were still study rooms and bedrooms, and he didn't have a special dining room, so he had to go to the hall to eat with his family.

Eat together, under the watchful eye of the poisonous woman and her two vicious sons.

How could he possibly eat it!

He slowly walked to his door, only to find that his door had been replaced.

His original door said it was a door, but in fact it was just a wooden board with a copper lock bolted on it, although it could have the effect of closing the door to some extent, but it was also to prevent a gentleman from being a villain, and it was better than nothing, barely maintaining his most basic privacy. Now his door had been replaced by a double-leaf panel, with black paint on the edges, and a large copper lock on it, the shiny copper shining with a yellow sheen, illuminating his heart even in the dim light.

"A husband can't be without power for a day! I didn't understand it before, but now I really understand it! Cen Hu'er sighed secretly in her heart and walked into her room.

Although it was his own room, he was out most of the year, and he would rather go to a friend to borrow money and sleep in a brothel at night than stay in this terrible home, and then follow Liu Xu on a tour, and there was no time to come back. Now that he had returned to his nominal home, he felt a little strange.

The furniture in the house has been replaced, according to Cen Hu'er's observation, it should be made of iron wood, although it is not particularly precious, but it is still much better than his original tattered furniture.

But he had no intention of looking at his furniture, for his mind was already drawn to a shadow.

She was wiping down the furniture in her room with a rag. In order to save oil, she only lit a small lamp, so the light only illuminated her back, but did not shine on Cen Hu'er. Her hair was braided into two braids, and then coiled into two buns, and these two black buns kept shaking as she wiped them up and down, looking playful and cute. She wears a long silk jacket with a narrow neck, which is a bit thick, because she is afraid of the cold and likes to wear it thicker in winter. There was no embroidery on the jacket, because it was not etiquette, but she shrewdly embroidered a few small flowers on the neckline and cuffs, which made her even more clever.

She seemed to hear the sound of Cen Hu'er opening the door, turned around, and smiled sweetly: "Third Young Master." ”

Cen Hu'er looked at her flower-like smile blankly, and muttered, "Mother......"

It's too much of a resemblance, really too much of a resemblance.

Whether it was the slightly protruding right dimple when they spoke, the playful double eyelids, and the beautiful mole between the eyebrows, they were all so similar that Cen Hu'er even thought that her mother was alive again for a moment, and was looking at her with her loving eyes.

Mother, she's alive again?

Honglian seemed to be a little puzzled, she couldn't see the figure in the darkness clearly, so she asked in a puzzled voice, "Is it you, Third Young Master?" ”

"It's me, it's me."

Cen Hu'er quickly came back to her senses, although they looked similar, they were still not alone after all. The mother's face was sad and mournful, even if she was briefly amused by herself, her eyebrows were filled with the sadness that was so thick that it could not be dissolved, but Honglian's face was a girl's face, without the forehead lines, without the crow's feet at the corners of the eyes, and without the slightly rough skin because of the hardships of life. Youth is a woman's best cosmetics, and the woman in front of her is young and beautiful, obviously not comparable to her mother who died after being tortured.

Although they look so similar.

The young maid smiled sweetly at Cen Hu'er, and the corners of her mouth seemed to touch honey: "Third young master, the master asked me to come to you, and I will serve you in the future." Then, she said slowly in a shy voice: "In the future, people will be the young master's people." ”

"Oh, good, good." Cen Hu'er agreed in despair, and her heart was racing quickly, trying to understand her father's mind.

This person can't afford to be unprofitable, he doesn't see a rabbit and doesn't scatter an eagle, he has no interests, and he will never give any benefits. He is willing to give the red lotus to himself now, and he must have already made a plan in his heart, at least to get back more than ten times the benefits from himself.

This is a man who is so shrewd that even the iron abacus and the iron rooster are willing to bow down.

It's just, what do I have to make such a big deal about him?

After thinking about it, Cen Hu'er found that he seemed to have only one official position of the ninth rank worthy of his father's care, and this official position was given by others.

Liu Xu sent it, the lucky one that Cen Hu'er already thought he had seen through.

Seeing that Cen Hu'er didn't speak for a long time, Honglian put down the rag in her hand, gently wiped her hands clean with a handkerchief, slowly walked to Cen Hu'er's side, leaned on Cen Hu'er's chest, and said softly in a very gentle and charming voice: "Young master, you are finally back, and the slave has been thinking about you all these days that you have been away." ”

Is this the truth, or is it a lie?

Is this a deposit, or is it bait?

Is this living water, or true love?

Cen Hu'er was so confused that he didn't know how to deal with it, he inhaled hard, but he smelled a scent of bergamot, which reminded him of the vitality and beauty of midsummer, and this fragrance slowly turned into the tranquility of aloe vera, which made him gain a kind of silence and privacy from the bottom of his heart.

It's like meditating in the forest, quietly listening to the sound of the stream, slowly looking at the white clouds in the distance, quiet and leisurely. (To be continued.) )