Gillian's menstrual period was over. During the day, she wanted to boil some warm water to scrub carefully. When Mrs. Zhao found out, she only asked her to wash her hair first and then take a bath in a bathtub at night.

Cui Niang was present, and Mrs. Zhao was only half of her words, but Jiao understood. The old lady hoped that she would wash with the official so that something would happen.

Gillian couldn't even understand. If the old lady just wanted to block the slander of the official's body outside and the official accepted her, the rumors would be broken. Why did the old lady still urge so tightly?

Recalling the night the old lady quarreled with the official, the old lady told her not to inquire. Gillian suddenly realized that there must be some secret between the two grandparents and grandchildren.

In the afternoon, Cui Niang was ordered by Mrs. Zhao to clean the bathtub and carried it to the east house in advance.

In the evening, Zhao Yanping came back earlier than usual. When he entered the main hall, he saw Jiao sitting face to face with the old lady. Zhao Yanping in a deep voice told Jiao: "You go to the city with me tomorrow morning, and now I will pack up my bags. I will bring two sets of mid-clothing, one with official clothes and one with regular clothes. You can choose your own clothes and choose some old clothes. Don't be too ostentatious."

Gillian was shocked: "I, the official really wants to take me there?"

Old Mrs. Zhao also narrowed her eyes and looked at her grandson.

Zhao Yanping nodded and urged: "Go quickly and get it done before dark."

Gillian swallowed her saliva and hurriedly got up to prepare.

Then Mrs. Zhao spoke: "Isn't it that I can't go?"

Zhao Yanping called the old lady to the west room, closed the door and explained the whole story. Finally, he said with a headache: "Grandma, lord is a breeze and bright moon, how can you do such dirty things? This time he would rather foul the rules than ask me to take Gillian with him, which proves that there is absolutely nothing between me and him, and you must not think about it again in the future."

Old Mrs. Zhao was half-believing and half-doubted, but she went around and returned to the fundamental question: "Then why didn't you marry?"

Zhao Yanping rubbed his forehead, suddenly thought of an excuse, looked out the window and said, "I want to climb up further. The lord is the son of the marquis. I will return to Beijing to be an official sooner or later. If I stick to the lord, the lord will also plan a future for me in the capital in the future. I am still afraid that I will not be able to marry a noble girl? The ladies in the capital are always better than those introduced by the matchmakers here."

Old Mrs. Zhao stared at her grandson: "If so, why didn't you tell me?"

Zhao Yanping said: "If I said that, you will definitely go outside to show off. If things fail, wouldn't we be a laughing stock? I still have two years to serve. Can I transfer to the capital? I will only see two years later."

Mrs. Zhao believed her grandson for a while and said in a slight dismay: "Look at this, if you told me earlier, why would I spend a lot of effort to take you into a concubine? Before we got married, there was a beautiful concubine at home. Whose girl would dare to marry you?"

Zhao Yanping said absent-mindedly: "When I become a Beijing official, these are not problems."

Old Mrs. Zhao proudly patted her grandson on the shoulder: "Then you work hard with the adults, and grandmother is waiting to go with you to the capital to enjoy the happiness."

Zhao Yanping lowered his eyes and said, "I will make progress, but it seems like this time, my grandmother should not commit any more in the future."

Old Mrs. Zhao agreed happily, and it was another matter to think about it.

After Ah Jiao packed her bag and came out, she saw the official and the old lady sitting at the dining table. The official's expression was as dull as ever. The old lady looked in a good mood. The dispute between the two grandparents and grandchildren finally ended.

Gillian breathed a sigh of relief.

During the meal, Mrs. Zhao kept asking how to serve the official when she went out: "Sir, don't mind your official taking you with you, but you must keep your duty. Remember that you went there this time just to serve the official. When you go to the palace, you go out to work with the official. You stay at the official office in peace and do not show up and cause trouble for the official."

Gillian knew that the official took her with him was inappropriate, and he heard this and asked in a low voice: "I, can I succeed if I don't go? Or let Guo Xing accompany the official."

Zhao Yanping looked at the old lady.

Old Mrs. Zhao snorted, "If you want to go, go and stop talking nonsense." In his heart, Old Mrs. Zhao was still guarding against her grandson.

Gillian had no choice but to accept her fate.

After dinner, Mrs. Zhao continued to talk to her grandson and had almost had a rest. Mrs. Zhao asked Cui Niang to bring the water in.

"It may be inconvenient to take a shower when you arrive at the official office, so it's better to take a shower at home." Old Mrs. Zhao said very seriously.

That's what Zhao Yanpingquan thinks as his grandmother.

When he entered the house and closed the door, Zhao Yanping still asked Gillian to wash first.

The two of them cooperated very well in fooling the old lady. However, Gillian's menstruation was over. She was afraid that the water in the bathtub would be dirty, so she scooped a basin of water to wipe it. Although she squatted on the side of the bathtub, she thought that the sound could be heard by the official, Gillian's face was still red with shame.

Zhao Yanping ate the headmaster's meal, and his ears were better than ordinary people. He could tell what Gillian was doing just by his voice.

The sound of water ticking is like a torture.

When Gillian finally stepped into the bathtub, Zhao Yanping's frown was able to let go.

"Mr., I've washed it."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yanping took off the bed without expression.

Gillian had something to say long ago, and the opportunity was right at this time. She lowered her head and stood aside and whispered: "Official, since you also want me to be your concubine and will not give me away again. Then we will continue to have one bed each one, so there is no need to use this bed partition again, right?"

Zhao Yanping looked at her.

I don’t know if she had just finished taking a shower or was too shy. At this time, her face was pink and tender, with charming charm, and as seductive as if she was sweet and full. It was a peach that had washed herself thoroughly. Such a peach could sleep soundly without looking at it, and could see it with your eyes open, and it was within reach. It was just torment for Zhao Yanping who had made a vow.

"It's better to keep it hanging, remember to put the burden tomorrow morning."

Zhao Yanping passed by her and whispered.

He was so quick to deny that Ah Jiao felt a buzzing sound in her mind, her whole body became hot and she felt ashamed.

She just wanted to get closer to the official, so she didn't have to see him so much. She didn't expect to be rejected by the official. Now, what would the official think of her? Will he dislike her too shamelessly?

After Gillian hid in the bed as fast as possible, at this moment, Gillian was grateful to the bed, so that she did not have to face the official. At the same time, Gillian's thoughts of seducing the official were like tender buds that had just emerged, and were smashed into pieces by the official hail, and it would not last long in a short time.

The next morning, Gillian changed into a half-old cloth dress with lotus green, and deliberately put down her bangs, trying to dress like a little maid. The old lady did not allow her to show off, and the maid's appearance should be correct.

As soon as she went out, Zhao Yanping, who had already washed her face, looked up and looked at her and was used to her young woman's outfit. Suddenly, she saw her regaining her girlish makeup, and Zhao Yanping was stunned for a moment.

Old Mrs. Zhao was very satisfied.

Gillian went to the backyard to wash her face. Old Mrs. Zhao followed her and pulled Gillian away first, then whispered: "You must look at the official at night. If the official wants to go out, you can use me to suppress him. Anyway, you can't let him go."

Gillian lived in brothels for more than four years, and brothels are also the only place to entertain guests in various places at night. After hearing the old lady's words, Gillian immediately thought of the brothels and said in surprise: "Are you worried that the official will go outside to look for flowers and willows?"

Old Mrs. Zhao was worried that her grandson would go to the young magistrate to hang out with her!

"Yes, it is said that there is a river in Fucheng that is full of brothels, and each family has several famous prostitutes. If the men don't go to Fucheng, they will go there as long as they have money. Although our officials are serious, they must also prevent him from being kidnapped to such places, which will ruin the reputation of our old Zhao family."

Gillian nodded: "Well, I must be keeping an eye on the official."

Taking the secret mission assigned by Mrs. Zhao, Gillian set out with Zhao Yanping.

It was a little dawn at this time, and there were very few pedestrians on the street, but there were also some people who got up early to open a shop. When those people saw the majestic Guanye Zhao, a white and tender beauty following behind him, they couldn't help but stop and look at him.

After leaving Huayue Tower, Gillian rarely showed up in public and worked as a prostitute. Even though she is still innocent, Gillian feels inferior. At this time, she was examined directly by everyone. Gillian couldn't help but approach the official, wanting to hide herself in the official's broad and majestic back.

Some people just watched the fun, while others were brave and asked with a smile: "Why didn't the official robe wear today? Who is the girl behind you?"

Zhao Yanping was not a talkative person, but the girl behind him was nervously pressed on him. She was so afraid of being looked at and walking on the streets. Zhao Yanping felt pity again. She had never missed anything, just because she was sold by her aunt. She had been trapped in brothels for so many years. After she recovered from her good family, she was still afraid of rumors and did not dare to go out.

"This is my concubine. I'll go to the city to do things and ask her to serve her." Zhao Yanping replied with a look at the other party.

The person who asked the question stayed there. He had heard that Mr. Zhao had taken a beautiful concubine, but he was the one in front of him?

However, this concubine is indeed beautiful. She can't hide her graceful figure in her clothes. Her face is white and tender, and she is shining in the morning light, as if she can pinch out water. No wonder even Mr. Zhao, who is not close to the woman, was deeply confused by her. She had to take her with her when she went to the city.

Women in this world are cowardly, and women are not respected. The married man is a hero, and the woman will also benefit from it.

If Huayuelou's years of career brought a layer of dirty air to Gillian, the dirty air is now dispelled by Zhao Yanping's righteousness.

Most people respect Zhao Yanping, Guan Ye Zhao. Since Guan Ye pampered Ah Jiao, the people on the street looked at Ah Jiao differently. They looked less contempt and more emotion. They lamented that she was lucky and was protected by Guan Ye Zhao.

There were no pedestrians on the next section of the road, and Zhao Yanping suddenly turned around.

Gillian closed her feet without rushing and hit her head in his chest.

The bridge of his nose was sore and painful. When Jiao raised her head, a layer of mist floated in her almond eyes, looking at the official who stopped without saying hello.

Zhao Yanping was unmoved and asked her in a deep voice: "Why do you always hide behind me? Did you be a concubine and insult you, making you feel faceless?"

Gillian hurriedly wiped away her tears, shook her head and said, "How could it be, I, I am afraid that I will be discussed and will implicate the official."

Zhao Yanping's expression became even colder: "What are you afraid of? You voluntarily entered the brothel back then? Anyone who sells you in dares to go out to visit. Why don't you, a victim? If you look down on yourself, and others look at you and want to retreat into your shell and hide, then no one can help you."

Gillian's vision was blurred by what he said, and tears rolled out in strings. Her heart was sour and astringent. She didn't want to hide but didn't have enough courage. She was a turtle that she had been hunched for the rest of her life, but she was unwilling to give up.

She stood in front of him and gradually burst into tears.

Zhao Yanping suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into an alley next to her.

The figure hid behind a miscellaneous tree growing from the corner of the wall, Zhao Yanping let her go and made her cry.

Gillian didn't have so many tears. She didn't know how many times she had cried for her life, but she couldn't help but be forced to face it today.

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands, trying to stop quickly.

"Give."

A gray veil was suddenly handed over to him. Gillian secretly glanced at the owner of the veil and turned around and wiped it.

Her shoulders were thin, and the saplings that grew tilted beside her were taller than her. At this moment, the morning light also spread here, illuminating the tops of the saplings.

Zhao Yanping patted Gillian on the shoulder.

Gillian's eyes turned red.

Zhao Yanping pointed to the treetops and looked at the blue sky and said, "Born in a mud ditch, you don't want to climb, you will only rot in the mud for the rest of your life. If you want to climb, as long as you persist, you will be able to make a name for yourself sooner or later."
Chapter completed!