"Mr. Bai, Miss Qing'er, please go upstairs and have a chat."
The madam went downstairs with a smile on her face and dismissed the girls who were watching the excitement around her.
Bai Song was not surprised by this. He asked the two girls to wait in the hall and followed the madam upstairs.
"Mr. Bai, it's all thanks to you! If you hadn't spoken out, not only would my family's Qing'er's reputation be in jeopardy, but my Yichun hospital would also be ruined."
Bai Song thought about the figure of Miss Qing'er behind the bead curtain. Bai Song was very curious about the girl from Hualou whom he had heard about many times. He even felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and wanted to let her pick it later.
Veil, it’s not too much to see it with your own eyes, right?
Bai Song did not answer, and the madam continued: "Although our Miss Qing'er is a little cold and arrogant, she also has a good heart. Today, I am grateful for the great kindness of the young master, so I take the initiative to ask him to see her. I also ask the young master not to care about the slightest neglect before.
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While talking, Bai Songyi arrived behind the bead curtain on the second floor platform. There was a room directly behind the platform. The door of the room had been opened by a little girl, who made a polite gesture of invitation.
Bai Song looked back at Wang Xiaohua, said hello, and asked him to wait downstairs. Then he walked to the door and hesitated before saying politely: "Miss Qing'er, I'm sorry."
"Sir, please come in."
A soft voice came from the room, soft, slightly different from the previous singing, not so amazing, but giving people a gentle feeling like a spring breeze.
And this voice sounded more and more familiar.
Bai Song felt strange. He thought that he would fall in love with the girl just by hearing a voice. He didn't know where this familiar feeling came from?
After a moment's hesitation, Bai Song entered the room, and the door was gently closed by the little girl outside.
This is not the room we came to the day before yesterday. There is a strong feminine fragrance in the room. There are red silk curtains and screen bead curtains everywhere. The girl in this room is not hiding behind the screen, but sitting in front of the table, still
There is a veil covering her face, and a delicate gauze skirt covers her graceful figure. Under the light pink sand, a bright red and gold embroidered corset and waist are revealed, which seems to be slightly tight, allowing the girl to stand upright all the time.
The chest should not be relaxed, and a hollow white and tender belly is exposed in the middle. Only a little bit can see the navel. There is a sense of vitality in the light temptation.
At first glance, Bai Song was frightened. The figure alone was enough to make people fascinated, and she was worthy of being a flower house girl. Even though she was a courtesan, her dress and appearance were much bolder than ordinary ladies.
Bai Song held up his hand again, and when he stood up, he saw that the Qing'er girl had no reaction, and was stunned for some reason.
"Miss Qing'er..." Bai Song called softly.
"Ah..." Miss Qing'er came back to her senses, groaned softly subconsciously, got up and went behind the screen in a panic.
Before Bai Song could react, Qing'er had already fled behind the screen.
Bai Song scratched his head, wondering if he was so scary? Why did he hide when they met without saying a word?
This is a bit embarrassing. Bai Song has always been somewhat confident in his appearance. Even if the girl doesn't like it, it won't scare people, right?
Bai Song was embarrassed and wanted to ask, but when he opened his mouth, something suddenly occurred to him.
Recalling Miss Qing'er's appearance, even though her face was obscured by a veil, she was still connected to someone in her heart.
There was no conversation in the room, and Bai Song took two steps forward without hesitation and looked behind the screen.
The figure behind the screen was obviously panicked and immediately stood up to hide.
Just after Bai Song arrived at the screen, Miss Qing'er went around to the other side.
The two of them were separated by a screen, and each could only see an outline of the other, but it could be seen that Miss Qing'er was obviously avoiding Bai Song.
Bai Song slowed down his pace, but frowned more tightly. As he walked, he asked in a low voice: "Miss Qing'er, you seem to be an old friend of mine."
The girl Qing'er behind her didn't respond, but she could feel that she was getting more and more nervous.
"Miss Qing'er, why didn't you speak out? Didn't you talk before? How terrible is it that I made the girl dodge everywhere? Could it be that the girl didn't dare to speak out for fear that I would recognize who the girl is?"
The figure behind the screen suddenly moved and ran towards the door to escape from the room.
Bai Song reacted very quickly, quickly went around and chased after him.
"Ah!" Miss Qing'er screamed, and was about to be caught by Bai Song.
Someone outside heard the commotion inside and opened the door. It was the ordinary-looking thug.
When the other party saw Bai Song rushing toward Miss Qing'er like a hungry wolf, his eyes suddenly turned fierce and he suddenly clenched his fists at Bai Song.
Qing'er seemed to know that this person was powerful, so she quickly shouted: "No!"
Then he pushed the man away with a palm.
After such a pause, Bai Song from behind grabbed Qing'er's little hand, but he was chasing her too fast, and he didn't expect that the door suddenly opened, and he couldn't control it, and he fell on Qing'er with the inertia.
, with a smooth pull of his hand, Qing'er was filled to the brim...
The two of them hugged each other tightly, and Qing'er was pushed back. Her back foot tripped on the door rail, and the two of them fell towards the door.
"oops……"
Miss Qing'er cried out in pain, which attracted countless surprised looks.
The two people who fell completely ignored the glances around them. At this moment, their eyes were facing each other, tightly pressed together.
Separated by a layer of veil, there seemed to be a sweet taste on Bai Song's lips. Not only were their eyes meeting each other, but their lips were touching...
Bai Song was dumbfounded. Looking at those watery eyes, he forgot to separate. Instead, he felt a familiar smell.
Is it...sunscreen?
Bai Song was startled and raised his head slightly. The veil that had been loosened long ago was no longer obstructed and floated elsewhere with the wind.
A familiar but flawless face suddenly appeared before his eyes.
"Miss Mo...is it really you?"
Isn't this the granddaughter of Mr. Mo from Mang County, Miss Mo Jiqing?
I felt very familiar with him before, but I never thought that Miss Mo would appear in Hualou, so I never connected the two together.
But the girl who was still holding him in her arms never thought that the person holding Mr. Xiaohua was Bai Song.
Only when Bai Song entered the house and recognized Mr. Bai, was he stunned.
The reason why Miss Mo hid was because she was afraid of being recognized by Mr. Bai. If Mr. Bai knew that she was the girl from Hualou, she would definitely be looked down upon.
Now, both of them knew each other's identity, and Mo Jiqing no longer had to hide. A hint of loneliness flashed in his eyes, like a person who had lost his soul, motionless and allowed to be held by Bai Song.
Bai Song felt a little more angry in his heart. Although there was a lot of ambiguity now, he had no leisure to enjoy the beauty.
Miss Mo is a daughter of a well-known family. She has not been seen for half a year and ended up in a brothel. Something big must have happened to the Mo family!
For a moment, all Bai Song thought about was the common TV plots of family destruction or father and brother selling their daughter.
Looking at Miss Mo's lonely eyes again, I felt even more determined and picked up Miss Mo with great pain.
"Follow me, and I will redeem myself for Miss Mo."
Mo Jiqing was still lost in his soul and had no reaction to what Bai Song said.
At this moment, the old madam came over and saw Bai Song and Mo Jiqing hugging each other tightly, with a look of shock on his face: "Oh, Mr. Bai, Miss Qing'er is a widower, you can't do this!"
Bai Song was furious, pushed the old bustard away, and shouted: "Make a price! I will redeem Miss Qing'er's life!"
The madam was stunned and did not answer.
"What? You look down on me?! I want you to give me a price, no matter how much it is!"
"Um... Mr. Bai, this girl Qing'er can't be sold."
"Can't sell it? Or do you want to raise the price?"
"If you really want to buy Qing'er, you have to ask Qing'er yourself. The little girl's words don't count."
"Ah?" Bai Song was stunned again. He couldn't understand what he said at all. "What did you say?"
"Young master, you don't know. The entire Yichun Courtyard belongs to Miss Qing'er. Whether the girls in Yichun Courtyard leave or stay, whether to give away or sell them, all are decided by Miss Qing'er. You want to take Miss Qing'er away."
, as long as Miss Qing'er nods, she can go with the young master without taking any money."
"Yichun Courtyard belongs to Miss Qing'er?!"
Bai Song was confused again and looked at Miss Mo in his arms in surprise.
At this moment, Mo Jiqing seemed to have recovered from his trance. He leaned against Mr. Bai and said softly, "You all, please step aside."
Everyone around them nodded respectfully, said nothing, and quickly went downstairs.
After everyone had dispersed, Miss Mo broke away from Bai Song's arms and returned to the room with a blushing face: "Mr. Bai, come to the back room, Qing'er will tell you in detail."
Bai Song, with his head filled with questions, followed him in. He didn't even bother to sit down and asked, "Miss Mo, what's going on here?"
Mo has cleaned up his clothes, leaving a hint of red clouds. He spent the time pouring water for Bai Song to collect his thoughts, and said slowly: "Since the young master left Mang County, my life in the Mo family has become increasingly difficult. In order to earn some livelihood,
,At once……"
"In order to make a living, you came to a brothel? Isn't this too hasty? And in just six months, why did this Yichun brothel become yours?"
"To be honest, my Mo family was also a wealthy family in the past, and we had some connections in Youzhou. Relying on some ancestral connections, I also know some playing and singing skills, so I temporarily lived in this Yichun courtyard. In the past six months, I have been with Qing'er
The name Yichun Court gained some fame, and the business of the flower house was getting better day by day, so I made some money, and I took the opportunity to buy the whole building."
Listening to this, this girl Mo should be working part-time in Yichun Hospital and then became the boss.
This sounds very inspiring, but it always feels a little weird and many places are unreasonable.
But when I looked into it carefully, I couldn't tell what was wrong.
At least, the girl Mo in Bai Song's memory didn't look like a girl who would stoop to a brothel in order to make a living. Besides, didn't she have a family? Why did a woman need to make such a sacrifice?
Has Mr. Mo never thought about his family tradition?
Bai Song's mind was in a mess, with too many questions that he couldn't explain.
And Mo Jiqing didn't seem to want to elaborate on this matter.
He just looked at Bai Song and asked carefully: "Isn't the young lady disappointing the young master by being reduced to a prostitute?"