At night, Qingfeng Building was still as lively as usual, and Li Ziqing, who had put on the veil again, entered the back door and walked all the way to his attic.

But before he was halfway there, the voice he didn't want to hear sounded the most: "Ziqing? Are you going to burn incense and worship the Buddha again? ”

There is no need to see the person through the light, Li Ziqing is slightly blessed: "Mom." ”

There are a lot of bustards in Qingfeng Building, but only the girl she brought out will be called so, and the woman who still has the charm is standing under the corridor, her face is distressed and annoyed that she can't hide: "What's the use of praying to God and worshiping Buddha?" If you don't take a good road, you have to drill into a dead end? ”

Li Ziqing lowered his head slightly: "My daughter wants to live innocently." ”

"Innocence? Innocence in the building? Did you pick up the customer or what? You deserve to be innocent with me? ”

The old bustard, who has always been knife-mouthed and tofu-hearted, walked over quickly, and his finger was about to point to Li Ziqing's forehead: "How should I live when I go out?" You can't pick your shoulders or lift them, and you believe the nonsense of those men? Ransom you, deceive you, don't you just do what you want in the future? ”

Li Ziqing pursed her lips: "My daughter wants to redeem herself." ”

"Iniquity!" The half-old milf became more and more annoyed, "Which king and eight lambs are not even willing to pay for the redemption?" Ziqing, the high-rise compound is not a life you can live! That's a place to eat people! You can still live in peace, and when you are older, aren't the red cards in Peking all the apprentices you taught? Don't look for your own sin! ”

"Mom misunderstood, her daughter was not deceived," Li Ziqing took off the veil and pursed the corners of her mouth tightly, "My daughter wants to live like an ordinary woman." ”

"It's just serving you too well!" The bustard's voice became sharp, "Look at your body, which one is not the best?" I don't know how much silver you have? I can't eat when I get out of the building, and I still want to live? ”

She said earnestly: "Women, where is there any innocence and freedom in this world? Who can treat you, a woman in a green house, as a wife? Even if you redeem yourself from the Qinglou and have no one to rely on in this world, how long can you last? In the end, if he returns to the Qinglou, where will he still have this kind of reputation and treatment? Listen to your mother, just don't toss, okay? ”

Probably because these words were too harsh, Li Ziqing couldn't help but be silent for a while, the wind in the night seemed to be someone whimpering, and the frightened birds in the distance fluttered and flew into the sky.

But she shook her head calmly but firmly: "I want to try." ”

"Iniquity, iniquity! The old lady is in the green building and watching you die outside! The old bustard finally broke out, "Take your maid Fu Yun to die together!" ”

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the maid who was still a little inflexible with a sprained hand came up carefully: "Miss..."

"It's okay," Li Ziqing smiled a little bitterly, "When you get out of the building, you can come over again, and then we will be sisters, not young ladies and maids." ”

"Miss..."

Seeing that the maid's face seemed to be about to cry, Li Ziqing wiped her eyes for her, and pushed open the door of her attic with a sense of relief that she had made her heart clear.

The furnishings are very simple, and they can only be simple, except for an embroidery bed and a table for makeup, it can be regarded as empty, these days in order to make up the redemption fee of the original deed of sale, Li Ziqing can be regarded as selling all the things he has saved over the years, but it is not said that the contract of the Qinglou is a little biased, and it can be regarded as a place to give her for so many years.

The maid Fu Yun can't sleep in this house, the next people usually sleep together, and the water was brought to serve Li Ziqing to wash, and Fu Yun went down to rest by herself, under the dim light, only Li Ziqing sat quietly and said nothing to the mirror.

There is some handwriting on the rice paper on the table, which was written by Gu Huai that night, before Li Ziqing has always been a little puzzled why there are people with such high literary talents but such freewheeling handwriting, but when I think about the slightly thin but tall figure today, some things seem to make sense.

Li Xunhuan...

It's a good name that is free and easy, and it's no wonder that he can write such good poems and such casual words.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Li Ziqing's mouth, she took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve, gently unscrewed it, and the elegant fragrance of plum blossoms filled the entire attic.

Gently pouring the porcelain bottle, a small drop of liquid was handed to the back of the hand, and slowly disappeared, leaving only a refreshing feeling on the skin, as if it had just finished bathing, and the spring breeze was blowing on the mountain.

The fragrance of plum blossoms surrounded him, as if he had returned to Yingshou Temple, Li Ziqing's eyes were a little more confused, and he remembered Gu Huai's name for this spice.

Perfume.

After watching the whole process, the production of perfume is actually not too complicated, although it is not clear what the principle is, but Li Ziqing feels that if you want to reproduce it, it should be very simple, and because of this, Gu Huai's unguarded made her very happy.

first saved her, and then believed in her so much, that person is really a humble gentleman.

And it's a little bad when the face doesn't change color and report the pseudonym...

Such a person is the only one she has seen among those talents and celebrities, from that night quietly watching his back, to today's changes in Yingshou Temple, this man seems to be calm and natural, unrestrained, no red tape, and indeed keep a distance, there is no discrimination against the Qinglou woman, and he trusts the person he just met.

Such a person is simply like a literati in the Tang Dynasty, and it is no wonder that he can write such ancient poems.

Nowadays, literati talk about gentlemen, maybe a gentleman should be like this, right?

Put away the porcelain vase, the slender hand props up the chin, the collarbone under the white neck is distinct, this is such a scenery but no one can see it, Li Ziqing is a little distracted, thinking that in the last period of the Qinglou, he must not live up to Gu Huai's entrustment, and he has to introduce this perfume to those girls.

But in her opinion, this perfume should be very popular with girls, even the maid Fu Yun's eyes were full of stars when she saw it, and she thought that those Qinglou red card girls who have always loved to compare with her would not hesitate to buy it when they saw her use it, right?

In this way, it can be regarded as repaying today's kindness, and his abnormal greetings on the mountain road of Yingshou Temple really saved his life, but he won't meet again in the future, right?

He is a son-in-law, and his son-in-law will not go to the Qinglou, and looking at his appearance, he doesn't seem to take that "kindness" to heart, and if he wants to see him again in the future, I'm afraid it will be very difficult.

It's just such a figure, but it makes her remember it in her heart.

Gu Huai Li Xunhuan...

She thought so, and the flickering candle flame shone on the fairy-like side of her face, as if kissing her on the cheek.