Because Ye Ling sold his body to bury his father not far from the gate of the Hidden Mansion, it was too conspicuous, and a group of people surrounded him in an instant.

But when they saw that this little girl was dirty, several sons didn't even want to look at her, let alone buy her, and had to bury her father.

However, ordinary people are more kind-hearted and asked a few more questions.

"Little girl, the festival mourns and changes, even if you sell yourself to bury your father, it's not a big family, who can take so much money."

"I think it's better for you to go to the Hidden Mansion to try, if you can pass, your father will not be buried."

"But...... But...... Will the Hidden Mansion accept someone like me? Ye Ling's acting skills were super good, his tone was scared and soft, and the tears of crying fell down one by one, pitiful and aggrieved.

The people around him instantly became more sympathetic and gossiping.

"The people of the Hidden Mansion are good, they treat everyone equally, as long as you can live by yourself, you can say anything."

"But no, there's nothing to lose if you try, your father can't be delayed, the dead are the greatest."

"But...... I can't take my dad with me......" The little girl hesitated for a moment, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Little girl, let's watch it for you." Several big men stood up and patted their chests to reassure.

"Thank you." The little girl quickly thanked her, wiped her tears, and went to line up at the gate of the Hidden Mansion.

The dirty little girl formed a strong contrast with the delicate and bright girls in front of her, their grease-smeared faces were full of disgust, and they pinched their noses and said, "You stay away from us, it's dirty!" ”

Ye Ling raised his eyes and glanced at them, the aroma was pungent, and he didn't bother to care, so he took a few steps back.

The housekeeper of the Hidden Mansion screened the maids very quickly, and the people on the ninth floor were brushed off just by closing the door!

Woman who is pretentious!

Proud and unreasonable Miss Boudoir!

A woman whose ten fingers don't touch the spring water!

A woman who has no strength!

A woman with her own taste!

All of them were brushed off, and only one woman in front of her had successfully passed, and at first glance she was a diligent and duty-bound person.

At the gate of Nuoda's hidden mansion, she was left alone.

Ye Ling stepped forward.

The housekeeper looked up at her, but he didn't show any expression, and he was completely businesslike.

"Name!"

"Lap green." Ye Ling spoke softly.

The butler's pen is slit, and the name is quite good, not something that ordinary people can take out.

"Are you good at it?"

"Literacy, calligraphy." Ye Ling pondered again and again, and gave these two answers, if you want to be foolproof, you have to know something.

"Go." The butler gave the person below a look, and the latter said that he understood, and after a while brought out a plate of messy medicinal herbs.

"Put the herbs in separate categories, and write each one on paper." The housekeeper said lightly, if what this little girl said is true, her identity is no problem, and it is very appropriate to send her to the inner courtyard.

Ye Ling knew in her heart that this was testing her.

"Atractylodes, Angelica dahurica, Angelica baiji, Baiqi, Baijiao, Baiwei, alum alum, Baiqian, Baizhu, Baiguo."

"Clove, agarwood, incense, fennel, cliff incense, incense, citron, incense, incense."

"Empty green, cranberry, green daisy, green leaf, green leaf, green wood, green lang, green leaf, green salt, green mushroom."

"Autumn on the leaves, sunflower, Aracea, water keel, Changshan, Poria cocos, cloud axis, soapberry, magnolia, mausoleum."

The girl's tone was light, and while she was writing, she read out the names of all the medicinal herbs without any mistakes.

On the one hand, all the medicinal materials are selected clearly and placed neatly in one place.

The housekeeper took the page in the girl's hand, the little girl's pen is vigorous, the pen of Manqing, and the muscles and willow bones of the face, it can be seen that she said that she knows calligraphy is not a joke.

"Why did you enter the Hidden Mansion?" The butler's eyes were fixed on her motionlessly.

"The family is in the middle of the road, my father is not buried, and the hidden mansion is not a treacherous person, that's all." Ye Ling also looked at him without a weak heart.

"Someone." The butler commanded.

"Yes."

"Give fifty taels to this little girl, bury her father, and enter the house immediately."

"Yes."

After a while, Ye Ling had a heavy amount of silver in his hand.

This is the end of the recruitment of people in the hidden mansion, and there is only the diligent woman besides her.

Ye Ling looked at the silver in his hand, and then at the old father wrapped in the mat......

Ye Ling will do what he wants, give the silver and let people bury the paper figures, and quickly enter the hidden mansion, now, it is absolutely unsafe outside, and he can't stay longer.

The hidden house is elegant everywhere, see the beautiful trees and green onions, the strange flowers are splendid, a clear stream, from the depths of the flowers and trees under the stone gap. A few steps further, gradually to the north, flat and wide, both sides of the flying building plugged in, carved embroidered sills, all hidden in the col between the branches.

Look down at it, but see the green stream of jade, the stone piercing the clouds, the white stone is the column, the pond is surrounded by the marsh, the stone bridge is three ports, and the beast face is spitting.

Five steps to a tall building, ten steps to a pavilion; The promenade is like a belt, twisting and turning, and the eaves are high, pecking in mid-air like a bird's beak. These pavilions and pavilions, each with different topography, are unevenly surrounded, the cloister surrounds the heart of the hook, and the eaves are towering like a fighting horn. Twists and turns, twists and turns.

Elegant and quiet, no one's hustle and bustle, very suitable for recuperation.

The maids in the inner courtyard are all one person and one room, the faint sandalwood fragrance is filled with the side, the hollow carved window is filled with speckled and broken sunlight, take a closer look, under the body is a soft wooden bed, the delicate carved decoration is extraordinary, the body is a bed of brocade quilt, turned sideways, the guqin stands in the corner, the bronze mirror is placed on the wooden dresser, the room is so fresh and leisurely.

"Okay, this is the inner courtyard, today you should rest first, starting tomorrow, I will teach you etiquette training, without permission, don't walk around, don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't go where you shouldn't go!" The steward of the inner courtyard doesn't look very impersonal, not an ordinary murderer.

Ye Ling was very face-saving and said that he knew.

Night.

After everyone left, Ye Ling sat motionless on the couch, and the elixir he had taken turned into a stream of pure spiritual power, constantly repairing the lost spiritual power of the golden pill, and the entire color of Ye Ling's golden pill was dimmed, and he was quite badly injured.

"Uh-huh......!" Ye Ling's whole body trembled, the elixir was indeed useful for repairing the golden pill, but the integration of external spiritual power made the golden pill subconsciously have a rejection reaction, like a tug-of-war, you come and go, this living pain almost made her faint.

Sweat continued to seep out of her forehead, Ye Ling clenched her fists tightly, and there was a piercing pain from the tug-of-war in her chest, Ye Ling gritted her teeth, she could only hold back and hold on!

After a full night, the golden pill in his body finally showed signs of improvement, and the serious injury of spiritual power overdraft also recovered to the fifth layer.

Ye Ling let out a sigh and opened her eyes, the wound on the surface was no longer visible, and if nothing else, she would recuperate here for a while.

It's not that she hasn't contacted a certain master, but there is no reaction at all, maybe she was blocked somewhere, she can't help it, she can't drag him down.

The sky was slightly bright, and the old man had already arrived.

Ye Ling and the diligent woman named Zhihong appeared in the courtyard together and sat down at the table.

The old man held the ring ruler in his hand, looked at them with a cold face, and began to explain endlessly.

There are "five rites" in etiquette, the sacrifice is an auspicious ceremony, the crown wedding is a family ceremony, the guest is a guest ceremony, the military is a military ceremony, and the funeral is a murderous ceremony. ”

When a person of low status, such as a maid or attendant, walks in front of a person of high status, he must bow his head and bow down and pay homage to His Holiness in small and brisk steps, which is called "courtesy." In the walking etiquette of the hidden house, there is also the principle of "walking in the middle of the road, standing in the middle of the door", that is, you should not walk in the middle of the road, you should walk on the side; Do not stand in the middle of the door while standing. ”

"There is also the kneeling prayer, that is, the knees on the ground, the head and hands touch the ground rhythmically and bow, that is, the so-called prostration."

"The ceremony of entering the seat - the etiquette of the hidden house is orderly, and the seat is also divided into primary and secondary, the venerable sits up, and the lowly sits last."

Ye Ling: "......"

Seeing that this old man was going to talk endlessly, Ye Ling's forehead slid down three rows of black lines, this old way of lecturing was very similar to the way her physics teacher lectured a long time ago, which made people want to sleep so much.

Unable to bear it, Ye Ling used a little trick to make the two of them think that she was listening carefully, and continued to speak.

Ye Ling slowly lay on the table, buried his head in the crook of his arm, and finally closed his sleepy eyes with peace of mind and pouted. Combined with the sound of the old man's incessant lecture, there were a few shallow breaths that were difficult to catch with the ears.

Because she slept too deeply, she leaned on the table, her black hair was spread out like a cloud, and she still couldn't erase the cloud-like coldness between her eyebrows when she was asleep, and her butterfly-like eyelashes were as ruddy as begonia lips, which looked girlish and cute and lazy.

[See you tomorrow~]