In Desheng Building, Cheng Silang, who was waiting a little anxiously, was pacing back and forth.

"Go and see, why haven't you come yet?" he said.

The attendant hurriedly responded with a yes, and then opened the door. The door was opened, and Miss Zhu, dressed in a rich dress, appeared at the door.

"I didn't know Mr. Cheng was coming. I've been dressing for a long time, so I hope Mr. Cheng will take care of me." She said with a salute.

Cheng Silang returned the gift.

"It's okay." He said, pointing to the small bundle in front of him, "Take this back, I don't want it."

"This is your husband's money." Miss Zhu said.

Cheng Silang shook his head.

"It's not my money," he said.

This is Mrs. Cheng's money.

Miss Zhu lowered her eyes.

"Then the slave is even more unacceptable." She said, "The slave is not worth it."

"This money is not for you either." Cheng Silang said.

Madam Zhu looked up at him with some confusion.

"Whether it's worth it to you or not, the money has nothing to do with you." Cheng Silang said with a slight smile, "My sister spent it on me."

His eyes were full of pride and joy.

They all do this when it comes to that woman.

"Don't think too much about it. Since it's been spent, there's no reason to take it back." Cheng Silang said, smiling again, "Besides, even if I have to pay it back, it's because I earned the money and gave it back to my sister."

Madam Zhu looked at Cheng Silang and smiled.

"It's really enviable to have a brother like Cheng Langjun." She said, tears falling from her eyes, "I originally had a brother, but he died young..."

Cheng Silang felt a little uneasy.

"You, please stop crying." He said, a little at a loss. "Actually, there is really nothing to envy. My brother is useless. My sister is suffering even more than you."

Worse than me?

Is it more miserable than me, a person whose parents were convicted and killed, and who was also turned into a prostitute?

Miss Zhu laughed.

Yes, she was born stupid, but later she met an immortal and she was reborn, and she would never meet an immortal who brought her new life in this life.

"Don't laugh." Cheng Silang said hurriedly, "My sister is really having a hard time. She must be feeling very miserable. Even if she doesn't tell me, I can tell, but I can't help."

Having said this, he came back to his senses.

"What am I talking about?" He smiled, "I should go."

Madam Zhu smiled and stretched out her hand to stop her.

"Mr. Cheng, since you are here and you are not willing to accept the money, then let me do my duty." She said with a smile.

His eyes were filled with emotion, his eyes were shining with hope, which made Cheng Silang's servant in the room look dull.

Do your duty…

What duties can an official prostitute perform?

"It's better not to disturb me, I'm going back." Cheng Silang suddenly blushed and said.

"Chun Ling." Madam Zhu turned her head and called.

Chun Ling responded and came in with Qin in her arms.

"Shiro-kun, just let our lady do her duty." She said, "I probably won't see you again in the future."

Cheng Silang was about to leave, but Madam Zhu had already sat down to play the piano, and the tinkling sound of the piano sounded in the room.

"How deep is love? The sunset in the deep mountains, the deep autumn rain, the dusk road in the green tombs." Miss Zhu sang with a graceful voice.

This slightly lonely singing voice made Cheng Silang stop in his tracks.

"Who can say anything about the desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple trees, and there are always countless resentments."

Listening to the music and singing in the room, the four guards standing at the door looked at each other and continued talking and joking in low voices with a sense of ease and casualness.

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The water rippled, the flowers and leaves swayed, and a half-open lotus was picked by Qin Hu from the pool.

"Be careful of someone punishing you." The maid covered her mouth and smiled.

Qin Hu smiled and handed over the lotus flower.

Cheng Jiaoniang reached out and took it.

"What flowers do you like?" Qin Hu asked.

"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not, it's all good." Cheng Jiaoniang smiled and looked at the lotus in her hand.

"Even the flowers are the same?" Qin Hu said with a smile.

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.

"Then there is something different after all." Qin Hu smiled, as if talking to himself. After speaking, he pointed to the other side and changed the topic, "You see it is more open over there, let's go over and take a look."

Cheng Jiaoniang looked over, nodded and took steps.

"Prepare paper and ink. Madam will give me a painting. I will also give Madam a painting today." Qin Hu said.

"I still need to paint. Have you finished painting after dark?" The maid smiled at the side, "Then Mr. Qin wants to invite you to dinner."

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After running out of a courtyard, Banqin was panting, but couldn't stop for even a moment.

"Where else?" she asked urgently.

The driver was busy whipping his whip to urge the horse.

"There is a restaurant not far east with a large lotus pond in the backyard," he said.

"Hurry up." Banqin said, with tears glistening in his eyes.

You can't die, you can't die, if the king really dies, then the lady won't be able to marry in the future.

Prince Ping's being struck by lightning has already attracted criticism. If Prince Jin'an has another accident, what will happen to his wife!

The carriage sped away, and she jumped out of the carriage before it had even stopped. Her feet gave way and she fell. Before the coachman came to help her, she got up and rushed inward. Someone rushed out to meet her.

"Rokuro-kun." Banqin shouted.

"There isn't one here." Zhou Hui said a word and whistled, and the horse parked aside had to run over. Before it stopped, Zhou Hui got on the horse's back.

Watching the people and horses disappear, Banqin hurriedly turned around and came back to get in the car.

Zhou Hui spurred his horse to gallop down the street, causing a commotion and shouting, but Zhou Hui couldn't hear it.

"Where does Mr. Qin like to admire lotus flowers?"

This is the question that comes to mind.

What a reward! He is too lazy to appreciate flowers. He likes to destroy flowers and leaves. If he really appreciates them, he would go to appreciate the remaining lotuses in autumn.

Remnant! Zhou Hui's mind lit up.

"The lotus flowers in Liuxian Temple are in average bloom, but the remaining lotuses are quite beautiful."

It seemed that the words Qin Hu had said a long time ago flashed vaguely.

Six Immortals Temple!

Zhou Hui reined in his horse, and with the horse's neighing and the screams of the people around him, he turned around and headed west.

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Qin Hu held the pen without moving for half a day, while the maid stood aside and frowned.

"Mr. Qin, there's still a fortune to be made," she said.

"This sum is too important, I dare not leave it behind," Qin Hu said.

Cheng Jiaoniang turned her head and took a look.

"Madam, please." Qin Hu handed over the pen in his hand and said.

Cheng Jiaoniang stretched out her hand to take it when she heard a shout.

"Cheng Jiaoniang."

Accompanied by Zhou Hui's shout, the pen fell on several tables, ink splattering everywhere.

"Oh, what a pity this painting is." the maid shouted.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at Qin Hu, who looked a little surprised.
To be continued...