Listening to the simple and complex words of these two people, Zhou Lang seemed to be in disbelief.

"This is good tea. In order to find out about your father, I bought a lot of it and gave it to everyone in the Zhongshu family of the Political Affairs Hall." Qin Langjun said, "I also kept some specially. Do you want to take it?

Go back to eat?”

Saturday Lang stared at him.

"It doesn't matter to you. Don't be afraid. You have such a bad temper. You jump around and shout at every turn. You wish that everyone in the world would know your joys and sorrows. You will never get wind disease in this life." Qin Langjun said with a smile.

The maid couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

Saturday Lang rolled up his sleeves and stood up.

"Let's go," he said, striding away without waiting for a response.

Qin Langjun stood up with a smile and walked to the door to get in the car, but saw that Liu Lang stopped his horse and refused to leave.

"What's wrong?" Qin Langjun asked.

Liu Lang glanced at Cheng Jiaoniang's courtyard door which had been closed and said nothing.

"No rush, no rush." ​​Qin Langjun understood and said with a smile, lowering the car curtain.

Carriages and horses drove into the lively and noisy streets.

The streets are still bustling with people talking, laughing, singing and noisy. For the people in the capital, who is sick, who has died, who has come and who has gone is like a drop of water falling into the river without even a splash.

Compared to the hustle and bustle on the street, Desheng Building was very quiet at this time.

There are no colorful prostitutes on the bridge corridor chatting and entertaining guests, and there are no prostitutes going back and forth to buy wine and greet guests. The prosperity of Desheng Tower is only visible at night.

In a room, behind the curtain, the back of a slender woman is sitting. She seems to have not yet been washed, her black hair is hanging down, she is only wearing obscene clothes, and her fair and thin shoulders are exposed. Just looking at this back makes people feel pity.

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At this moment her body was shaking slightly.

"Sure enough, sure enough, are you serious?" A voice like an oriole sounded in the room.

"Sister, it's serious! The man named Liu has a wind disease. No one can cure it, so he can only wait to die."

A little girl emerged from inside, holding a bronze mirror. She knelt down with an excited expression and said through gritted teeth.

The mirror reflected a face as beautiful as a flower. She was sixteen or seventeen years old, with skin that could be broken by a blow. At this time, no makeup was applied, and her autumn-like eyes were sparkling with tears, making people intoxicated at just one glance.

"Oh.."

The beauty covered her face with her hands and cried.

"Dad, mother, this day has finally come."

The crying sound reached outside the door. A little girl about ten years old holding a copper basin stopped and hesitated for a moment. The crying inside not only continued, but became louder and louder. Finally, the two of them seemed to hold each other's arms and cry.

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The little girl tilted her head as if confused. She hesitated and put her ear close to the door. Before she could hear a few words, she heard someone shouting from behind.

"Chun Ling!"

The little girl was startled and turned around to see a yawning and disheveled prostitute.

"Sister, what are your orders?" she asked respectfully with a smile.

"Have you washed yourself, Miss Zhu?" the prostitute asked.

"Not yet." The little girl said hurriedly. Without waiting for the prostitute to speak again, she hurriedly said, "Sister Mei, I will go and make another pot for you."

The prostitute nodded with some satisfaction.

"Okay, go ahead. I like how smart you are. When the time comes, tell mom, come and follow me." She said, looking at the little girl with a smile, "You are quite handsome, teach me well."

It’s not bad at all.”

The little girl thanked her with a grateful expression. When the prostitute came into the room with a yawn, she raised her head and there was no smile on her face, instead there was a bit of disdain.

"With you..." She said to herself, curled her lips, and looked towards the door where the crying sound came from.

No matter where you are, if you want to follow others, you must follow others, and if you want to do something, you must be superior to others.

Only in this way can we have the opportunity to let those people who once looked down on us and disdain us get retribution and make them regret it.

Not only for myself, but also for my sister.
Chapter completed!