As soon as Changqing walked to the door of the backyard, Jiao Niang walked out head-on.

"Jiao Niang, did you see a girl stepping into this backyard?"

Jiao Niang nodded slightly.

Changqing wanted to go into the backyard.

The lady called her.

"Changqing, that girl didn't do it voluntarily."

Changqing stopped and looked at her.

"Jiao Niang, can you not do what you don't want to do?"

Jiao Niang looked at her and shook her head, lowering her eyes slightly.

"No."

"Jiao Niang, do you know that if I let go of the paper kite this time, the group of men in the hook bar will not let me go."

Changqing looked at Jiao Niang with a complicated expression.

"Changqing, how about I go on stage for that girl?"

Jiao Niang looked at Changqing with a smile.

Changqing was a little surprised by Jiao Niang's decision.

"Why do you bother, you just have to teach me that paper kite. Taiwei Shen is kind to me, I must not treat you like this, otherwise, it will be revenge! ”

Jiao Niang shook her head slightly, "No, Changqing, my father's kindness to you was reported on the day you took me in." ”

"Girl."

"Changqing, it's snowing again." Jiao Niang looked at Changqing with a smile, and the snow fell on her hair.

Changqing sighed and chose to compromise.

"Well, you can go with me."

Jiao Niang smiled slightly, and left the backyard with Changqing.

At this time, Dugu Jueyu, who was standing on the tree, shook his head and said to Dugu Nagano.

"Big brother, let's go."

"Don't look at it?"

Dugu Nagano asked.

Dugu Jueyu shook his head, "I didn't expect Changqing, who has always been righteous and free, to have such a side." ”

"There are many people in this world who can't help themselves."

Dugu Nagano said lightly.

"Let's go check it out."

Dugu Jueyu did not refuse, and obediently followed Dugu Changye's side.

The two returned to the extravagant Goolan courtyard again.

Jiao Niang followed Changqing to the third floor, and Changqing curled her hair for her.

Jiao Niang smiled and looked at herself in the bronze mirror.

Changqing sighed.

Jiao Niang shook her head slightly.

"Changqing, don't sigh, everything is voluntary for me."

"Where is that girl?"

"I let her stay in the yard."

"That's it."

Changqing put on earrings for Jiao Niang.

Jiao Niang touched her face and stood up.

I saw her wearing a light-colored Luo skirt with silver filigree edges, a water fu-colored gauze with a man's waist, and a violet-colored painted hibiscus dragged to the ground.

The elegant orchids embroidered on the cuffs are lined with ten fingers like shaving onions, and the pink lips are glowing with crystal color, gently bending out a beautiful arc.

Ruyu's earlobes have a light blue tassel pendant, which is light and light, dancing slowly with the pace.

Changqing admired the beauty of Jiao Niang and sighed.

"Jiao Niang's beauty is really unmatched."

Jiao Niang smiled slightly.

"So is Changqing."

Changqing handed Jiao Niang a translucent veil.

Jiao Niang took it and put it on, leaving only a pair of watery eyes, adding to the hazy beauty.

"When the girls on the stage finish dancing, I'll take you up."

Jiao Niang bowed her head slightly.

"I just hope that girl will remember your kindness today in the future."

Jiao Niang raised her eyes and looked at Changqing.

"What is kindness? Daddy said that when Pingshui meets, the effort of raising his hands is not a kindness. ”

Changqing and Jiao Niang looked at each other, and their red lips opened lightly.

"The captain and I met in Pingshui, but with a single effort, he saved me from the dire situation."

"In my opinion, this is a great grace."

The girl lowered her eyes.

"Jiao Niang, you don't know, there are a lot of dirty things in this Golan Courtyard. Your efforts today may be a human life tomorrow! ”

Jiao Niang pursed her lips.

"Changqing, in that case, why do you still want to open this Spring Courtyard?"

"Just to gain a foothold in this huge capital, the girls are lonely, and this Manchun Courtyard is their only home......"

Changqing replied, pausing.

"Also, wait for no return."

Jiao Niang stroked Changqing's hand.

"Take me up, this dress is not for me."

Changqing looked at Jiao Niang, and knew in his heart that Jiao Niang looked good in this dress, but it was not suitable for this identity - a prostitute.