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"Little, miss, you...you're a lady, how can you be like this, like this..." Ping'er didn't know how to describe it. In front of Qi Surong, her facial features are still delicate, but she is less beautiful and more heroic, her skin is slightly darker, and she looks like a slender teenager of twelve or thirteen years old. Dressed in this way, even the girl who has been with the young lady for ten years can't easily recognize her.

Qi Surong smiled: "I will go out often in the future. There are too many restrictions on the identity of a woman. This is also a last resort."

"You can ask someone to do what Miss wants to do." Ping'er didn't agree with Qi Su's easy-going move.

"What I want to do can't be faked at random." Qi Surong said seriously, "The situation in Beijing is complicated, and it's not a good idea to stay behind closed doors. My father is inconvenient to do things, but I don't need to worry too much."

Ping'er's face was a little confused, and after struggling for a long time, she said, "What should Ping'er do?"

Qi Surong put her finger on her lips: "help me keep it a secret."

She didn't plan to let Ping'er also pretend to be a man, so it's easy to reveal her identity. It is not surprising that a teenager who looks like Miss Qi appears, but it is no coincidence that there is also a book boy who looks like Miss Qi's personal maid beside this teenager.

She plans to hire another boy, who will not be brought into the house, but will be placed in a house purchased separately, and will be responsible for taking care of Xiu Niang on weekdays.

Be careful, she began to plan secretly, taking all possible situations into consideration, and be sure to be foolproof.

She couldn't pretend to be a teenager for a long time, and at most two years, she had to restore her daughter's body.

These two years, she must make good use of it.

The next day, Qi Surong sent someone to send a letter to Gu Jinyun, asking him to help buy two houses near Qi's house and hire about ten embroidered maids.

But within three days, two house deeds and fifteen work contracts were given to Qi Surong, along with two nurses, two cooks and two girls.

Qi Surong pondered that the cost should be reduced by four or five thousand taels, and he did it for her without blinking an eye.

So she wrote another contract to repay in the form of revenue sharing, but did not mention Gu Jinyun's real name, but used Songyue instead.

"Why don't you use the name of Jinyun?" Gu Jinyun asked in a letter.

"Prevent it before it happens." Qi Surong replied.

Gu Jinyun: "Defend who?"

Qi Surong: "Little man."

Gu Jinyun: "Do you need help?"

Qi Surong: "Not for the time being."

Gu Jinyun: "Well."

After a few simple conversations, the two actually used four or five pieces of rice paper back and forth. Especially the last one, only one word was written.

Gu Jinyun, do you dare to write a few more words? Qi Surong was a little speechless.

Gu Jinyun helped her buy a house adjacent to her house. She had someone secretly open the firewood house next door and made a secret door.

She entered the house next to her through the secret door, and then changed her clothes in the room, pretending to be a teenager.

The first time she appeared in front of people as a teenager, Qi Surong was still a little nervous. After meeting the embroidered girls, her mood gradually stabilized and she became calm.

The embroidered girls did not expect that their owner was actually a handsome young man. Seeing him with bright eyes, white teeth, elegant temperament, and the appearance of a noble boy, they unconsciously felt good.

Qi Surong went by the pseudonym "Zhuofan" and claimed to be the son of a businessman.

Although "he" is young, his words and deeds are quite common, which is not surprising.

After getting familiar with the embroidered girls, Qi Surong took a nurse and left the house, went to the market, and planned to buy a 13-year-old servant.

Walking on the street dressed like this, you don't need to be concerned about the identity of a woman and the eyes of others, you can look at people, objects, and scenery in a generous way, with your head held high, your eyes seem to be open and unfettered in an instant.

It feels so good.

Qi Surong smiled, and her originally handsome appearance became more eye-catching, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

"Little son, what kind of servant do you want to buy?" Qi Surong, led by the tooth seller, came to a slightly dilapidated yard. There was an unpleasant smell here, Qi Surong frowned unconsciously, not wanting to stay longer.

"I want to buy a 13- or 14-year-old boy to be a servant. He must be healthy and have no bad habits." She replied.

"Okay, the little man will take the little son to see, there is definitely someone the little son wants." The tooth dealer has a roe-headed and rat-like appearance, and his smile is a little wretched.

"Little son, it's a mess inside, you better not go there, the villain will help you bring out the right person," said the nursing home.

Qi Surong thought for a while, nodded in agreement, and stayed in the hospital alone, waiting for the nursing home and the tooth dealer to bring people out.

While thinking about it, there was a sudden noise outside the door. Qi Surong looked at the prestige, and saw a few people dragging a young man in, the man at the head looked like the steward of a wealthy family, bossy and arrogant.

"Hey, it's Director Zhao, what kind of stuff are you trying to pick this time?" a tooth seller greeted him and asked flatteringly.

"Today, in addition to wanting to buy some good-looking boys and girls, I also want to sell this kid to you." Manager Zhao grabbed the boy's collar and rudely pushed him to the ground.

"This is..." The tooth seller pulled the boy up and saw his thirteen or fourteen-year-old appearance. Although there were scars on his face, he couldn't hide his outstanding handsome face. His deep eyes were cold and cold, like a wild wolf. It looks a little intimidating, "Mr. Zhao, isn't it a pity to sell such a handsome appearance?"

"No matter how handsome you are, it's useless if you don't have a likable temperament." Director Zhao seemed unwilling to explain more and said, "You can set the price as you like, and sell it as a cheap slave."

Qi Surong looked at the young man, just in line with his line of sight.

What a pair of sharp eyes! However, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, he has such a fascinating aura.

Although he was embarrassed, there was no sign of cowardice. How could such a young man with extraordinary temperament become a slave?

☆、Chapter 19 Yuan Xi