"Big brother, I heard you right! You said a lot, and you actually agreed to Engong. Zhang Lingqiong said in surprise.

He couldn't figure out why the eldest brother had said a lot, and after obviously coming to the conclusion that it was not good to be a guard in the Wanling Pavilion, why did he still agree to Engong.

"I, Zhang Lingcang, was born at the grassroots, and I have been cultivating hard for the past forty years, and now that my cultivation has reached the early stage of the earth spirit, it can be said that except for those martial arts families, few people at the bottom can keep up with me. Zhang Lingcang glanced at his second brother and continued: "Ling Qiong, don't you always ask me why I didn't agree to the solicitation of those martial arts families?"

"I'll tell you now, because I want to start a family like Old Man Lin Bing and open up a career of my own. Zhang Lingcang said sonorously.

Even if he was born from the grassroots, he believed that he was the dragon and phoenix among people, how could he be willing to tend to be inferior.

Lin Bing, the old man of the Lin family, broke into a career empty-handed, and he was the hero he admired.

"I've been waiting for an opportunity for so many years. Zhang Lingcang stopped here when he said this.

"What ...... chance you're talking about," Yu Niang asked curiously, elongating her voice.

"That's right, it's Engong!" Zhang Lingcang said excitedly.

Although Yu Niang had already guessed a little in her heart, she still didn't understand when she heard Zhang Lingcang say it.

Why does Zhang Lingcang think that Mo Yunshan is this?

"Big brother, why does this have anything to do with Engong again?" Zhang Lingqiong grabbed two handfuls of hair, completely unable to understand the meaning of Zhang Lingcang's words.

Until Mo Yunshan left, Zhang Lingcang didn't explain anything. I just said that I would definitely appear in the Ten Thousand Souls Pavilion tomorrow.

In a dilapidated house, a woman in a cloth dress with a scar on her face was pushed to the ground at the door by a group of women who were also wearing cloth clothes.

The group of women who pushed Hongying looked to be in their forties, with an old face, almost all white hair on their heads, hideous faces, and a thick color of jealousy on their faces.

One of the women had a vicious face and tore a blue garment to shreds with a hideous face.

"Phew, a shitty thing, even thinking about hooking up with a man. ”

"Even that old friend of yours thinks you're cheap and doesn't want you anymore, and he still wants to hook up with men. ”

"That's not it, Hongying's original is big, but she was the Oiran in the building back then. Her old friend is General Li. ”

"Don't come back again, we don't want to see you again!"

"Get out!"

......

A group of women were chattering, and Hongying fell to the ground without moving, perhaps she didn't want to pay attention to it at all.

When the group of women left, Hong Yingcai slowly raised her head, a few strands of hair fell down, and her face was full of tears.

This is the place where the Qinglou places the second half of their lives for those old and decrepit prostitutes. The group of old women were also the warblers and warblers who did not touch the spring water of the Qinglou, but after the color faded, they were thrown here by the old bustard of the Qinglou.

Like them, she used to be a prostitute, and she thought that people who were in trouble together should support each other.

How do you know that there is only indifference and hurt when you get along.

She was like a swag abandoned in the water, drifting with the flow.

Fate is not up to her.

She picked up the tattered piece of clothing on the ground, held it in her arms, and buried her head in pain.

She went to the store to buy this dress with the money given by Mo Yunshan, and she didn't care at all if the owner of the store wanted to see the thief's eyes.

She just wants to wear this dress and be a good person.

When the women saw it, they rushed over and drove her out as if they had seen an enemy, tearing her clothes apart.

They tore apart where her clothes were, and what they tore apart was a glimmer of hope for her life.

She heard footsteps beside her, but she didn't want to pay attention to them, she knew that the owner of the footsteps had stopped next to her.

Only then did she slowly raise her head, and what she saw turned out to be the Moyun Mountain she had just seen this morning.

Hongying panicked all of a sudden, and said nervously: "Master, I'm sorry, I ......"

The clothes that people had just given them were broken into pieces.

"I will definitely give you the money as soon as possible. So far, she can only say indifferently.

The old man should have heard what he said just now, and he must have guessed her identity.

She is just a lowly prostitute, how can she teach the young master of a big family?

She has never forgotten the identity of a prostitute, she has always known how dirty and cheap she is.

Hongying lowered her head, as if she was humbled into the dirt, not daring to look at Mo Yunshan's face, that kind of contempt, disgusted look she had seen too much.

The sound of the breeze blowing in my ears is in my ears.

"Come with me! My son's master shouldn't live in a place like this. ”

Such a sentence entered Hongying's ears like a pebble falling into the surface of a lake.

Hongying raised her head in disbelief, she couldn't tell what it was like, her nose was sour, and sour tears flowed out of the corners of her eyes again.

"But, I ......" Hongying's voice trembled, and she didn't even know how to say it.

The man in front of him had bright eyes and stretched out his hand to her.

Hongying pressed her upper teeth against her lower lip, stunned in place, and hesitated for a long time.

Finally, she magically stretched out her slender hand and put it on the big thick hand.

The torn garment was let go by her, and it was blown away in the wind like withered petals.

Hongying was led by Mo Yunshan all the way, left the slum, and came to King Huai's Mansion.

What a pair of gentle and sturdy hands, she didn't look forward to it, but her expectations were reduced to dreams and could never be realized.

And now the temperature of the palm of her hand tells her that it is not a dream.

It's true.

The old housekeeper watched Mo Yunshan come back with a woman in old cloth and was stunned, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Mo Yunshan instructed the old housekeeper to prepare some clothes and daily necessities for Hongying.

At sunset, it was dusk.

When Qian Duoduo and a group of them came back, Aunt Sun was coming up with food.

"Aunt Sun, what did you cook delicious tonight?" asked Qian Duoduo.

Qian Duoduo often came to Huaiwangfu a few years ago, and several subordinates in Huaiwangfu knew him and knew his identity.

"Master Duoduo, you are wrong, tonight's meal is not made by slaves. Aunt Sun said with a smile.

When Qian Duoduo heard this, he said excitedly: "This must have been done by Uncle Mo." ”

"Master Duoduo this time you are right, there are guests in the house tonight, and Mr. Mo will cook it himself. The slave and maid will not tell you, and the slave and maid will continue to serve the food. ”

When all the dishes are served, everyone is on the table.

On a table, chicken, duck, fish, meat, and vegetables are available. A variety of dishes that look appetizing.

Yang Qingzhi looked at such a large number of dishes that he had never eaten before, smelling the fragrance, and his saliva couldn't help but flow out.

He looked at Mo Yunshan, such a fragrant dish, the Dawu Empire didn't have it, it seemed that he had to go to the academy to cook for him.

"Uncle Mo, where is Dafu?" Li Qingying found that Dafu was missing from the table.

"Yes, why didn't Daifuku come, I'll call him. Liu Peng said.

"Wait, Daifuku will be here soon. Before Mo Yunshan finished speaking, Dafu walked in from the door.

Behind Daifuku was followed by a woman in pink clothes with a graceful figure.

After Hongying took a bath, the whole person exuded a faint fragrance, giving people a feeling of being spotless and fresh and refined.

"Let me introduce you to you, this is Daifuku's master, Mr. Hongying. In the future, everyone will be a family, so there is no need to be too restrained tonight. Mo Yunshan said with a smile.

Qian Duoduo and the others curiously asked Hongying and Yang Qingzhi some questions, and both of them had some things that they couldn't say clearly, so they answered lightly.

A group of people chatted and ate and drank for a long time until the bright moon hung high.

Outside the window, the moon hangs high and the stars are dotted.

Hongying was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, how long had it been, she hadn't been so happy.

She closed her eyes, and all she could think about was the image of the man holding her hand.

This time, not a dream.