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Trapped Brothel
Although it is a good thing to stay in history, it is not worth it to stay in France for thousands of years.
"Are you going to Shaolin Temple?" Murong Yunshu didn't say anything when he saw him, so he asked knowingly to ease the atmosphere.
"I can accompany you to the capital."
Murong Yunshu didn't expect that he would say this, and after a few seconds he said, "No need."
"I don't think so," Chu Changge said with a smile. In fact, he didn't plan to accompany her. Of course, it would be another matter if she strongly requested it. However, with her character, she would not speak even if she died.
When you get off Huatuo Mountain, you will arrive at Sandaokou. One goes south to Jin Ling, one goes north to Beijing, and the other goes west to Shaolin Temple.
"We parted ways here," Chu Changge said.
"There will be a period later." The tone was very simple.
"There will be a period later." Chu Changge took out a large and long brocade box from the sedan chair and handed it to her, "Return the thing to you."
Murong Yunshu guessed the contents of the brocade box almost without thinking, and suddenly did not dare to look directly into his eyes. At the beginning, I was pleased for a while, and because he was not in front of him, he picked up the pen and wrote on the painting, "Just ask where the skin is, the man in the painting is the thickest." Thinking about it now, it is really embarrassing. She hasn't scolded people so directly when she grows up...usually she has to turn a few turns.
"Regret it?" Chu Changge asked jokingly when she saw that she hadn't answered.
"Yeah." Murong Yunshu nodded frankly.
"Very well, knowing mistakes can improve Mo Dayan." He said with a gratified expression and earnestly said: "Madam, you must remember that obedience is the kingly way of being a husband.
Murong Yunshu laughed and laughed, what did he say!
"Madam will go to Shaolin Temple to make peace with her husband?" It was a question, and even a request.
"I'm not a monk, so what do I go to Shaolin Temple?" she asked deliberately.
"You can't be a monk either."
Murong Yunshu was embarrassed, and said, "Then not to go."
"I am waiting for you in Shaping Town."
"The Shaolin Temple is far away, and the long journey is very tiring." This is the truth.
"Shaping Town is at the foot of Shaolin Temple. There is an inn in the town. You can find me there."
Murong Yunshu shook his head helplessly and laughed leisurely. Someone began to intermittently couldn't understand people again.
After breaking up at Sandaokou, Murong Yunshu's carriage drove up to the official road in the capital.
"Miss, you obviously plan to go to Shaolin Temple, why do you pretend not to go?" Lu'er asked.
"One time and another time." At the beginning, he decided to go to Shaolin Temple to ask him whether the marriage with her was to repay her for her life-saving grace. She did not accept this way of repaying her favor with her body. But now the bank notes have been burned, and the patrons have been given to her. Can she still cross the river and tear down the bridge? Besides, if you don't marry him, can you really become a nun?
She still didn't want to make the eighteenth generation of her ancestors alive.
Lu'er shook his head, "I don't understand."
"Just go outside and blow the air."
"..." Lu'er knew that the young lady didn't want her to look at the painting, so she moved outside sensibly, blowing a cold wind with the coachman.
After Lu'er went out, Murong Yunshu took out the painting from the brocade box and opened it. There was a line of dragon and phoenix dancing on the left side of the beautiful lower case...
"Really capable." Murong Yunshu tilted his head and smiled, feeling very happy.
It seemed that no matter what she did or said, he would not be angry. Is he good-tempered, or is there another reason?
At the same time, the people on the official road to the west have their own thoughts.
"Master." Dong Hufa couldn't help it anymore, "Are you... all right?"
The other three people also pricked their ears, which is exactly what they worry about. Three years ago, the leader went up with people in his arms and came back empty-handed. In his anger, he removed the three characters "Sai Hua Tuo" from the rivers and lakes. From then on, there was only Phoenix City, which was not a doctor. Going empty-handed now, holding people back, they can't help but worry, will the leader be touched by the scene?
"It's okay, you can walk slowly, the slower the better." Chu Changge's voice sounded very leisurely.
Hearing this, the big rock in the hearts of the four finally fell, and it was okay to say this.
In fact, every time he went to Huatuo Mountain, Chu Changge's heart was very heavy. This time, it was extremely heavy because he met Murong Yunshu there.
Looking up and leaning on the car wall, Chu Changge closed his eyes and asked silently in his heart: Xier, you won't blame me, do you?
The doors of restaurants and inns were tightly closed, and street vendors looked sad. The capital, which used to be blooming with flowers, is now showing a sense of decline. The gust of wind whizzed past, adding a bit of desolation to the sparsely populated streets.
Murong Yunshu sighed secretly, feeling self-blame, and at the same time began to worry. If the court is unwilling to agree to her terms, Hui Feng's bank may have to give it away. It is not the result that she wants to be charcoal, and her father certainly didn't want Murong Mansion to bear the infamy of the ages. Regardless of success or failure, this war without gunpowder must end as soon as possible.
"Miss, there is a rouge seller over there, go and check it out." Lu'er came back to the capital for the first time, seeing everything he felt fresh, excited like a little sparrow.
"The rouge here is all trafficked from Jin Ling, there is nothing to see."
"Jin Ling's rouge is sold in the capital, that's even more important to see!" Lu'er said as he ran to the hawker stall selling rouge. It's the foreign population'.
Murong Yunshu shook his head helplessly, and walked over, and found that there was a hairpin seller next to the rouge booth, and he suddenly became interested. Choosing from the left to the right, finally hit a navy blue wooden hairpin with a white freesia carved on it.
"How much is this hairpin?"
"A couple of silver."
"It's so cheap?" Murong Yunshu was surprised. The hairpin's material and workmanship are all top-notch, and it's worth a dozen or so.
The hawker sighed and said: "It's not cheap, no one buys it! In this world, business is not good. The people living in the capital are rich, and all the money is deposited in the bank in exchange for bank notes. Now the Hui Feng bank is closed. The bank notes became waste paper. The rich went bankrupt overnight and life was difficult. No one would buy hairpins. To tell you, you are my first customer in the past two weeks."
More guilty. Murong Yunshu picked another nine hosta in his hand and said to the vendor: "Wrap it up and settle the bill with this wooden hairpin."
"Okay, I'll wrap it up for you." The vendor was very happy.
"Miss, what do you buy so many hairpins for?" Lu'er asked strangely.
"For my aunts."
"The young lady is really interested, the aunts will be very happy... Huh? Why do you still have one in your hand? That seems to be a male hairpin... Miss, you buy a male... Yeah! I see, it must be for my uncle, right? Right?" Lu'er said excitedly.
"Bought it for my father."
"Master has passed away."
"Can't it be burned to him?"
"Okay." Lu'er was messy in his style.
It has been three days since Murong Yunshu's master servant arrived in the capital, but he hasn't entered the palace for a long time.
"The emperor doesn't send anyone to greet him. How can we get in!" Lu'er complained, dragging his chin.
"He probably didn't know that we were here." Murong Yunshu slowly turned the teacup on her hand. She was wrong, and she should have brought Nie Qing along.
"Then what should we do?" Lu'er said bitterly, "Can't stay in the brothel forever?"
Murong Yunshu lowered his head and drank tea silently, living in a brothel is always more comfortable than sleeping on the street.
On the day first came to Beijing, searched all the streets and alleys. No inn was open for business. had nowhere to stay and just wandered in the street. As a result, she swayed to the door of the brothel, so she had a whim, and she pretended to be a man and moved into the brothel .
"Miss, you have to think of a way! If your uncle knows that you have lived in a brothel, you will definitely get mad."
"What is he angry about?" Murong Yunshu said indifferently, "He hasn't lived there himself."
"How do you know he lived?"
"Guess it."
"I can guess." Lu'er really admires his master, who can live so comfortably in the brothel. She was wrapped in several layers of clothes in the middle of the night for fear of encountering unruly people.
Murong Yunshu thought for a long time, and finally decided to go to the household department first, but before he left the brothel, he was blocked by officers and soldiers.
"Oh, officer, what are you doing?" The old bustard went out to meet the officers and soldiers in horror.
"The government received a secret order, there are imperial court prisoners in Baihualou!" The leader made an'up' gesture, and the officers and soldiers immediately filed in and began to search everywhere.
"Ah...Ah..." The old bustard wanted to stop the officers and soldiers, but didn't have the courage. After shaking his hands, he turned to the officers and soldiers who led the team and said: "We only have girls here. There are no offenders. Convenient..." As he said, he took out a few silver notes from his sleeve and secretly handed them to him.
The officer and soldier saw that it was a banknote, and his face immediately showed a mocking expression, "I have so many banknotes. I will give you some. How about you hand over the imprisoned criminal?"
"The official can really talk and laugh." The old bustard smiled and urged the young man to get the cash.
Seeing this situation, Murong Yunshu sighed secretly, thinking to himself, set up a stall on the street, weighing Jinjin cashier tickets, wonder if anyone sells...