After the dance, the hero waved his hand to let the maids, musicians, including Qing'er and Dong Miaoniang, all retreat.

He Qinghuan was very dissatisfied: "Is there anything urgent, can't you talk about it later?" ”

The hero was speechless, and said with a shy smile: "Master, the disciple's affairs are very fast, and then I will call all the girls here to you, you just choose a master for me from the middle, and the ransom money will be paid by the disciple, okay?" ”

He Qinghuan: "......"

"Jia Qiao, come!"

Holding Jia Qiao's hand, the hero asked again: "Master, what do you think of this maid of your disciple?" ”

He Qinghuan's eyes suddenly widened.

"Ah, don't get me wrong, this is the disciple's daughter-in-law, and she can't be a teacher."

Mo Tu lowered his head and covered his face, He Qinghuan's white eyebrows and beard jumped vigorously, and he gritted his teeth: "Stinky boy, don't talk about seriousness, believe it or not, the old man will clean up the portal?" ”

"Hehe, Master Rongyu, the apprentice saw that you had no children under your knees and were alone, and it was really difficult to be at peace in your heart, so I brought my family here.

Don't look at her young age, she is especially good at serving people, and there are nearly a thousand palace servants in the Eight Poles Palace, and none of them can compare to her. If you look okay, you can accept her as a granddaughter! ”

Jia Qiao was shocked when he heard this: "Young master, ......"

"Shut up." Glaring at her, the hero looked at the master with a bright smile, looking as sincere and sincere.

He Qinghuan squinted at Jia Qiao, then at him, pinched a grape and threw it into his mouth: "Hmph, full of nonsense, no truth, do you say that the old man will reward your face?" ”

The hero scratched his head helplessly, so he had to tell the contradiction with his grandfather.

"This is to blame the disciple, just thinking about a bad breath, ignoring the aftermath, now the family is in trouble, please ask the master for mercy and save her!"

He Qinghuan frowned: "Why is Imberkang so tired of you?" Is he old and confused? ”

"I don't know."

He Qinghuan was silent for a moment and patted his thigh: "Okay, the old man is just an apprentice like you, since you have spoken, how can you not allow it......"

"Sage!"

Jia Qiao suddenly screamed, then knelt down and kowtowed, and said in a firm tone: "The slave doesn't know how to lift and doesn't want to be your granddaughter, please forgive me!" ”

"Jia Qiao, what are you talking about?"

After a reprimand, the hero hurriedly explained to He Qinghuan: "Master, this girl is spoiled by her disciples, and her brain lacks tendons, you just treat her as a mute." ”

He Qinghuan smiled, looked at Jia Qiao and asked, "Do you know that if you are the granddaughter of the old man, there are few people in this world who dare to despise you?" ”

Jia Qiao bowed his head: "The slave knows that this is a blessing that the slave and the maid can't even think of!" ”

"Then why wouldn't you?"

Jia Qiao pursed her lips and looked resolute: "Because, if you become the granddaughter of the sage master, you will follow the master back to the Kunlun School Palace." In comparison, slaves and maids would rather ...... I'd rather come to this Qinglou, at least I can get closer to the young master. ”

The hero froze, then sighed, his heart softened.

"Good!" He Qinghuan stroked his palms and admired, "Such an infatuated woman is rare in the world, and she deserves to be rewarded!"

Mo Tu, write a farewell for her, from now on, she will be the dean of my school palace. Anyway, the hero also has the name of a gentleman, so it's good to allocate it to him. ”

Huh? Can it be like this?

The things that gave me a headache were solved by Master with a single word!

Jia Qiao's identity is still a maid, but she is no longer a palace attendant of the Baji Palace, but a servant of the Kunlun School Palace.

In a word, a piece of paper can make the master of the Taishang Palace in Shuangzhou deflated, and sure enough, fame is the big killer of the society ruled by man, and I still have a long way to go!

The hero sighed with emotion, and looked at Mo Tu to write a confession, stamped the deacon seal he carried with him, took it and looked at it carefully, and then handed it to Jia Qiao.

"I'm satisfied this time! What a silly girl, you don't even know what you're missing. ”

Jia Qiao just cried with joy, holding his body and kowtowing repeatedly: "Thank you, Master Sage!" Thank you, Mr. Mo! ”

"Alright, alright, get up!"

The hero was also very happy, clapped his palms, and said loudly to the outside: "Tell me to go down, Zuixianglou is closed today, and all the girls come to listen to the Yuge, but whoever can make my master happy, they will all be rewarded!" ”

He Qinghuan stroked his beard and nodded, smiling with a dignified appearance. Mo Tu wanted to cover his face again.

After a while, dozens of beautiful girls dressed up in fancy clothes poured into the Tingyu Pavilion. Fortunately, this place was originally used for large banquets, but it was not crowded.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Mo Tu sitting on pins and needles, the corners of the hero's mouth curled up with a wicked smile, he took out a stack of gold leaves from his sleeve and slapped it on the table, pointed at him and said loudly: "Have you seen this Mo Gongzi?" So that you know that he is the famous deacon of Kunlun Academy, and even I have to call Brother Mo a big man.

It's a pity that he has a bad thing, that is, he doesn't like to laugh. So, from now until tomorrow morning, whoever is the first to make him laugh will be the gold's! ”

Mo Tu's complexion changed greatly, and he was about to get up, but he heard He Qinghuan say: "Mo Tu, it's rare for heroes to have good intentions, just have fun when you come out to play!" ”

The corners of his eyes twitched fiercely, Mo Tu sat back again, and then he was surrounded by enthusiastic girls, for a while, the fragrance of flowers on the tip of his nose was permeated, and the pink light in front of him was pink, and he soon didn't know what day it was outside.

The hero took advantage of this opportunity to slip out.

It's not that he doesn't like to drink flower wine, but he is really embarrassed to see the appearance of a generation of saints sweeping the floor.

Thinking about the first time I saw him in front of the Red Sleeve Courtyard, the old man really didn't pretend.

"My fair lady has seen His Royal Highness."

Dong Miaoniang appeared in front of her, her expression timid, and her voice was resentful.

"Your Highness."

Qing'er's voice sounded from behind, and it was very tempting.

The hero looked back and forth at the two of them, casually pushed open the door of a room, and walked in.

Dong Miaoniang and Qing'er glanced at each other and followed up.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?" The hero sat down and asked.

"Your Highness......"

The two women spoke together, but they both stopped, their eyes looking at each other, and there seemed to be sparks crackling in the air.

The hero just wants to laugh when he watches.

Between beauty and beauty, hatred always comes a little easier than friendship.

"Your Highness," only Qing'er spoke this time, she bowed her head and knelt on the ground, and said with a face full of remorse, "Before Qing'er was obsessed with ghosts, she actually did such a stupid thing, these days, Qing'er has always regretted it, and today I finally look forward to His Highness, I am here to ask you for punishment, please forgive!" ”

The hero sank his face: "That's all you want to say?" ”

"Also...... There is one more important thing. Qing'er glanced at Dong Miao's mother, and said: "It's just that there are many people here, please ask Your Highness to let Qing'er report later." ”

"The best really matters."

With a cold snort, the hero looked at Dong Miaoniang: "If you want me to take you back to the palace, then die of this heart!" However, you don't have to be afraid, I have already instructed the bustard, you are a dancing girl, you only sell your art, not your body, on the territory of Shuangzhou City, no one dares to force you without my permission. ”

Dong Yaoniang looked at his cold eyes deeply, and finally completely realized the pity and pity of the jade, put away Chu Chu's pitiful appearance, and asked, "I still want an explanation."

No matter what the prince of Liang Guo wants to do, my aunt can't help herself, and His Royal Highness will be angry at a weak woman like me, don't you feel that you have lost your identity? ”