Cheng Silang didn't recognize who it was for a moment, but the boy recognized him.

"Chun Ling?" He asked with eyes wide open, "What happened?"

Chun Ling, Cheng Silang took a step forward and looked at the small group of people kneeling on the ground in the night with their heads raised and full of tears. It was not that Chun Ling.

"Chun Ling, what's wrong? Get up quickly and talk." He hurriedly raised his hand and said.

Chun Ling did not stand up, but burst into tears as she watched Cheng Silang kneel and take a few steps forward.

"Fourth Young Master, I don't know who to call. Fourth Young Master, can you help me?"

…………………………………………..

As the lanterns begin to light up, the bustle of the capital gradually begins on a spring night.

The lights in Desheng Tower are bright, the flowers are red, willows and green skirts are fluttering, and the sounds of orioles and swallows are singing and dancing and strings are lingering.

Madam Zhu's boudoir is the best room in Desheng Building. The windows and doors are closed, and the noise outside is completely cut off.

The incense burning in front of the bronze mirror rose faintly, making the room more quiet, but the slight frown on Mrs. Zhu's face as she was dressing up in the mirror showed that she was not at peace in her heart.

The door was suddenly opened, and noise and strong aroma rushed in.

"Ah Heng!"

The woman's voice rang in her ears, and someone sat down nearby, looked at her, and exclaimed.

"Why haven't you dressed up yet?"

Mrs. Zhu turned her head to look at this beautiful woman in her thirties, bowed her head and called her mother.

"Hurry up, what time has it been? Why haven't you painted your eyebrows yet?" the woman said hurriedly, picking up the eyebrow pencil with her own hands, "Come on, mother, come and paint it for you."

Madam Zhu turned her head to avoid it.

"Mom, I don't want to see guests today," she said.

The woman's smiling face suddenly dropped.

"A Heng, mother told you that we can't imitate that ineffective manner, and some titles require arrogance." She said, "A prostitute is a prostitute. If you are overly arrogant, then it is hypocrisy."

Madam Zhu looked sideways and said nothing.

The woman laughed again.

"A Heng, it's okay if it's any other time. You also know that mother never forces you. It's up to you to decide whether to accept guests or not, and whether to go to the banquet. But the person who came today is extraordinary, and you also know that he is coming.

I only want you, you have already pushed twice, I really can’t push anymore this time." She said softly.

"I've been here several times. Maybe I won't come today." Miss Zhu said.

"Okay, if he doesn't come, you don't have to go." The woman smiled, "Then you have to dress up first, what if he comes?"

Madam Zhu forced out a smile and picked up her eyebrow pencil.

The woman smiled happily and reached out to stroke her head.

"Ah Heng understands things best." She said, got up and went out.

The door of the room was closed, and silence returned to the room. The strong fragrance of the woman lingering in her breath made Madam Zhu feel irritable, so she simply put down her eyebrow pencil, grabbed a handful of incense and threw it into the stove.

How come you meet such a person?

There were many people she had been obsessed with for so many years, but this was the first one that frightened her.

In other words, this day has finally come.

As a female prostitute in the Jiaofang Department, how can she always maintain her innocence?

She just didn't expect that this day would come so quickly. She thought she would be half able to control her own destiny, but she didn't expect that she would still be vulnerable to reality.

But, I really don’t want to, I’m really unwilling….

Why did I go into the wrong room that day? I accidentally broke into that person's house. This mistake made me unable to escape...

This actually proves her invincible charm, but at this moment, she is not proud of it at all, she just wishes she didn't have this face.

Madam Zhu looked at the bronze mirror. Although her delicate eyebrows had just been drawn with an ink pen, the exciting lines were already highlighted.

Footsteps sounded quickly outside the door, and the door was opened again.

"elder sister!"

"Why are you urging me?" Mrs. Zhu turned around and shouted angrily.

Chun Ling knelt and sat at the door, with a happy face.

"Sister," she called, "there's a banquet."

"I won't accept guests today." Mrs. Zhu said angrily.

"It's the invitation from Cheng Jiashilang." Chun Ling said hurriedly.

Madam Zhu was stunned.

Chengjiashiro, who is it?

"No answer, no answer." She waved her hands and said irritably.

"Sister." Chun Ling knelt and took a few steps forward, feeling a little uneasy, "Sister, why don't you accept it, otherwise that person will come later..."

Madam Zhu was slightly startled, stroking her hanging hair in silence.

"Ah Heng Ah Heng."

The woman's sweet laughter came.

Madam Zhu couldn't help but be surprised.

"Sister, sister." Chun Ling was even more shocked and knelt down again and took a few steps.

"Ah Heng, Mr. Gao Xiaoguan is here." The woman shouted, standing in front of the door. Seeing that Mrs. Zhu still hadn't dressed up, she immediately became anxious, "Hurry up."

Madam Zhu was startled and quickly picked up the eyebrow pencil.

"Mom, what a coincidence, I just accepted someone else's invitation," she said.

The woman was startled.

"Do you accept someone else's request? Whose request do you accept?" she asked.

What is it called? Madam Zhu quickly looked at Chun Ling.

Chun Ling understands.

"Shiro Chengjia." She said hurriedly.

Cheng Jia Si Lang? What is that? The woman frowned. She remembered all the famous people in Beijing clearly and would never forget them in her dreams. There was never such a Cheng Jia Si Lang.

When I was working as an oiran, you were still nursing your breasts. Are you trying to play this with me?

The woman sneered.

"I pushed it." She said, "You go to Gao Xiaoguanren's place."

"How can that happen?" Mrs. Zhu's temper also increased, "How can I accept it and it won't count?"

"You don't have to break your promise to get rich. I will take the blame for this evil person." The woman said with a half-smile, "I will go and tell Mr. Cheng that you are not to blame."

After saying that, he turned around.

"I want to see how big this Mr. Cheng is."

In a private room in Desheng Building, several young men were sitting down, looking around with a bit of surprise.

"Okay, Wen Yu, you can actually invite us here." One of them said, reaching out and patting Cheng Silang on the shoulder.

Cheng Silang smiled.

"Just sit down and talk." He said, hesitating, "Listen to the piano."

Several young people looked at each other and smiled with joy.

"So you're going to invite a piano player?" they asked.

Even though it was their first time here, they still knew the rumors that the prostitutes in Desheng Building were headed by Jingzhong, and any one they picked out would be talented.

Of course, the price is not cheap either.

Cheng Silang answered vaguely, and looked toward the door uneasily.

The door was suddenly opened, and Cheng Silang sat upright in fright.

"Who is Cheng Langjun?"

A voluptuous and beautiful woman stepped in and said with a smile.

Is this the prostitute we invited? Although she is a bit older, she is still very beautiful.

Several people in the room looked over with some excitement.

Cheng Silang nodded and said yes.

So young, with a foreign accent, as expected...
To be continued...