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But that was Lin Xiu, there was no politeness between the two of them.

The favor owed to him, at most, find a chance in the future to return it.

Also, she really likes the gun.

The length of this gun is neither one inch long nor one inch short, which is just right for her to use. The color of the gun body is also the silver color she likes. She even likes the patterns on it. This gun seems to be measured for her. As custom made.

In fact, the gun given to Lingyin was tailor-made for her by Lin Xiu.

With a handy weapon, her strength can be improved a lot.

The School of Different Arts is the same as the School of Martial Arts. Students of the Tianzi School of the two schools, while enjoying the rich resources of the school, usually have to perform some special tasks. Such tasks are dangerous. The stronger the better.

Another very important point is that a certain psychologically distorted and insane guy, although he has not taken any action these days, he has not given up on the assassination of Lingyin and Lin Xiu. Yin didn't know about it yet.

Through monitoring the prince for a long time, Lin Xiu knew that the prince was still a little afraid of Lingyin.

After all, she is a genius who became famous at a young age. Once she is assassinated, the impact will be great, and the court will not let it go, and may even let him show her feet.

And because of Zhao Lingjun's relationship, some assassin organizations didn't even dare to accept the order to assassinate Lingyin.

No one wants to provoke an existence that may destroy their organization in the future because of a little money. Unless they are crazy, otherwise they will not touch Zhao Family Tianjiao's family.

Compared with Lin Xiu, Lingyin is still safe.

But even so, Lin Xiu is still trying to increase her strength.

When Lin Xiu and Lingyin walked on the streets of Wangdu again, Lin Xiu had a feeling that things were different.

Half a year ago, Lingyin was also like this. No matter where Lin Xiu went, she would follow him to protect him.

At that time, Lin Xiu was still a rookie who had just awakened his ability, and anyone could bully him. Half a year later, he already had some strength to protect himself.

Because the end of the year was approaching, the streets of the capital also became lively a few days ago.

Traffickers and pawns, people coming and going, when Lin Xiu walked through a familiar street, suddenly there was a pleasantly surprised voice from a certain building.

"Son!"

A woman ran out of the brothel, her face flushed with excitement. She stood a few steps away and looked at Lin Xiu with unconcealable surprise in her eyes.

Zhao Lingyin looked at the woman, then at Lin Xiu, but said nothing.

Lin Xiu also laughed when she saw the woman in front of her, and said, "Miss Haitang, long time no see."

When Haitang heard the words, her eyes lit up slightly, and she said, "My lord, do you still remember me?"

Lin Xiu smiled and said, "Miss Haitang hasn't redeemed herself yet?"

Of course Lin Xiu remembered Haitang, her animal language ability helped Lin Xiu a lot more than once.

He can avoid assassination, know the imperial concubine and empress, can successfully entice him, can make money as a secret detective, can become the top detective of the Qing Dynasty, can investigate the murderer who assassinated him, and can find the gangster hiding in the mountains... Inseparable from her ability.

It is not an exaggeration to say that she is Lin Xiu's savior.

The light in Haitang's eyes was even brighter, the young master still remembered her, the young master really remembered her!

After the farewell at Pinfang Pavilion that day, she never saw the young man who made her fall in love again. After a long investigation, she found out that he was the son of Uncle Ping'an, and both Uncle Ping'an and his wife were still alive. What he said was naturally false.

Not only was Haitang not angry, but she was also a little moved.

He made up the lie about his life experience just to comfort himself, it was a white lie, Haitang could appreciate his good intentions.

For a brothel girl like her, he is willing to spend this kind of thought. The young master is really a gentle and kind person.

She lowered her head and said with some embarrassment: "Not yet, I haven't saved enough money yet."

Lin Xiu asked, "How far is it?"

Haitang whispered: "It's still more than 100 taels..."

Lin Xiu took out two 100 taels of silver bills from her sleeve and handed them to her, saying, "That's enough for now."

Haitang was taken aback for a moment, then waved her hands again and again and said, "No, no, I can't ask for your money..."

Lin Xiu stuffed the two silver bills into her hand and said, "Take it, redeem yourself early, I'm still waiting for your tofu shop to open."

Not giving Haitang another chance to refuse, Lin Xiu took two steps back, waved her hand, and said, "I work in the Officials Clearance Department, if you need anything, you can come to the Officials Clearance Department to find me, if I'm not here, you can also find Liu Master Qingfengliu..."

After the two of them walked a long way, Zhao Lingyin glanced at Lin Xiu and said, "You are quite generous. You just gave 200 taels of silver to a girl in a brothel. I don't even think that half a year ago, the entire Lin family couldn't afford so much money... ..."

If it was someone else, Lin Xiu would naturally not be so generous.

But that was Haitang, and this was what Lin Xiu owed her. Let alone 200 taels, it was 2 taels, 20 taels. As long as he had it, he would give it to her as well.

He didn't explain this to Lingyin, but said: "She is a poor person."

Zhao Lingyin said: "What's so pitiful about a woman who entertains people with sex? She can support herself with her hands, but she has to rely on her body..."

Lin Xiu didn't say anything more.

When Lingyin was born, the Zhao family was already well-known and powerful in the capital.

Since she was a child, she was well-clothed and well-fed, and later she devoted herself to cultivation. She didn't understand the life of the low-level people, and it was normal.

In this world, some people are well-clothed and well-fed. From birth, they enjoy endless glory and wealth, and they live without worries.

But there are also some people, they have exhausted their best just to live.

Lin Xiu and Lingyin hadn't taken a few steps when hurried footsteps came from behind them.

Haitang trotted all the way over, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, and her face was slightly red. She ran to Lin Xiu, panting slightly, and said, "Here, I will return the money to you later..."

Considering her self-esteem, Lin Xiu smiled and said, "Then I wish Miss Haitang's tofu shop a prosperous business, and save enough money to pay me back soon..."

Haitang also showed a smile on her face, and said: "By borrowing my son's auspicious words, I will definitely work hard to make money and pay you back."

Afterwards, she was a little embarrassed and said: "Also..., my name is not Haitang, I am Chen Yu, Haitang is the name they gave me, I don't like this name..."

The women who are sold into the brothel usually take a nice stage name, such as Begonia Peony, so that customers can remember them.

And their real names will never be mentioned again.

The name Haitang was originally a kind of suffering for her.

Lin Xiu smiled lightly and said, "Okay, Miss Chen, when the tofu shop opens, remember to come to the Cleaning Department and tell me..."

Chapter 109

Ever since she ran into Haitang on the street, Zhao Lingyin looked at Lin Xiu in a strange way.

His attitude towards this brothel woman is really strange.

Moreover, when she saw Lin Xiu once, he was in the brothel, holding hands with that brothel woman.

Lingyin's eyes made Lin Xiu very uncomfortable, and he asked proactively, "Do you think I'm too kind to Miss Chen? She's just a brothel girl. Why did I give her money and talk to her like that?"

Although Zhao Lingyin didn't admit it, she didn't deny it either.

Lin Xiu looked at her and said, "Miss Chen is a poor person..."

Her background is indeed pitiful. When she was young, her parents sold her to a rich family as a maid in order to support her younger brother. In the rich family, because of her youth and beauty, she was missed by the master, and the wife was jealous, so she was sold to a brothel.

At first she resisted death, but after being beaten and scolded several times, and after starving for a few days, she finally accepted her fate.

After Lin Xiu finished speaking, she said to Lingyin: "They also don't want to entertain others with sex. When they were young, which girls never thought that they would find a good husband in the future and choose a good companion for the rest of their lives, but they had no choice. They Their fate is not in their control."

Zhao Lingyin was puzzled and said, "But why doesn't she work hard to change her destiny?"

Lin Xiu asked rhetorically, "How to change, work hard to receive customers to make money, and redeem yourself, isn't this more entertaining people with sex?"

Zhao Lingyin's lips moved, but she couldn't say anything in the end.

Lin Xiu sighed softly. The brothel women who entertain people with sex want to get rid of the fate of brothel women, but they can only work harder to receive customers to make money. This is a kind of irony and a kind of sadness.

She was poor, but she was not the only one.

In this world, there are many people like Haitang.

He couldn't help everyone, but Haitang was different. If it wasn't for her ability, he might have died when the crown prince sent someone to assassinate him for the first time.

This is kindness, and it must be repaid.

It is very rare for Lin Xiu to talk about these things with Lingyin today.

It is difficult for these wealthy ladies who have lived in the upper class since birth and have never really experienced the hardships of the people's livelihood to truly understand this.

Lin Xiu didn't want Lingyin to be a meat eater. She was actually very kind, but because of her status and knowledge, she couldn't see or think about some things.

He looked at Lingyin and asked, "Do you still remember the woman from the Wang family who was killed by Qin Cong?"

Zhao Lingyin nodded and said, "I remember."

Lin Xiudao: "Not long ago, her father also died. He was hit by a carriage while walking on the street. The driver was Qin Cong's younger brother. Although Haitang was in a poor situation, she could still control her own life. People can't even control their own lives."

He glanced at Lingyin and said, "Come with me..."

The two walked all the way from the east city to the north city. Although Zhao Lingyin was born and raised in the capital, she had never been here.

There are no rows of tall mansions that she is familiar with here, but only dilapidated courtyard walls, and there are no bluestone slabs on the streets, with potholes, and there is still water in some places. From a distance, you can smell a bad smell. smell.

There were skinny children jumping around in the dirty puddles, with sunken eye sockets and skinny bones. Zhao Lingyin never knew that people could be so thin.

Lin Xiu explained as she walked, "This is still the capital. Outside of the capital, the lives of many people are actually worse than this. All they can do with their best is to live."

Zhao Lingyin looked at everything around her and gradually fell silent.

The two walked forward for a further distance, and from a dilapidated medical clinic by the street, a man holding a child came out. An old doctor with gray hair looked at him and said, "This child has a serious eye disease. It is life-threatening, but it is not impossible to treat, but the first month's decoction costs one tael, and in the next few months, it will cost at least five taels. If it is just to remove one eye and save life, it will cost ten taels of silver. The money is enough, you go back and think about it..."

The man stood on the street, thought for a long time, and then walked into the hospital again, and said helplessly, "Doctor, why don't you just take off one eye..."

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After returning to Dongcheng, Lin Xiu said to Lingyin at the gate of the Zhao Mansion: "In this world, there are still many poor people like this. You can change an eye for five taels of silver, but there are still people who can't afford it. Today we Only by seeing it can we save him, and where we can’t see, I don’t know how many people like this exist, not all of this world is like what you usually see..."

Zhao Lingyin didn't say anything, and walked into the house in silence.

He had already told Lingyin everything he wanted to tell her. Lin Xiu also returned to the Lin Mansion, had lunch with her parents, and after a short rest, she came to the Cleaning Department.

These days, Lin Xiu spends time at the Academy of Different Arts and Martial Arts Academy, and visits the Office of Officials less often.

Liu Qingfeng's little black dog has been well-trained, and he takes it with him wherever he goes. It is said that this dog played an important role in solving a certain case. Also a little famous.

After Lin Xiu came to the Department of Cleaning Officials, Liu Qingfeng couldn't wait to come to the document storehouse to exchange ideas on dog training with Lin Xiu. The performance of this dog was still not satisfactory to him. His little black and the rhubarb that Lin Xiu raised Dog, the gap is too big.

At this time, in Pinfang Pavilion.

Haitang handed the 500 taels of silver to the old bustard and said, "This is the silver for my redemption."

The old bustard asked in surprise: "Aren't you still short of more than 100 taels, and you have raised it so quickly?"

Haitang didn't explain, but said: "I'll give you the silver, and give me the deed of sale."

The old bustard sighed, and said: "It seems that you are really going to leave. Since that young master came here half a year ago, you seem to be a different person. Among the girls in the building, you are the one who picks up customers most frequently. I thought You thought about it, but you didn't expect that you wanted to leave."

Haitang looked at her and said, "When you bought me, you only paid five taels. Now I'll give you 500 taels, and you won't lose money."

The old bustard looked at her and said angrily: "You heartless guy, you have stayed in the building for so many years anyway, and you left so simply this time, don't you have any nostalgia?"

Haitang had a determined look on her face, without any nostalgia.

This place brought her only endless pain, and she just wanted to leave this place early to welcome a new life.

That was the life she had expected for a long time.

The old bustard looked at her resolute expression, the anger on her face gradually disappeared, and finally just sighed softly, and said: "Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go out and find an honest man while you are still a little bit pretty." Married, wait until you are old and the guests dislike you before leaving, but it will be too late..."

For the 500 taels, she only accepted 400 taels, and stuffed the last 100 taels into Haitang's hands, saying, "Take the 100 taels, set up a small shop, make a living, and you won't die of hunger..."

Haitang accepted the bank note, bowed to the madam, and said, "Thank you for taking care of me all these years."

The old bustard turned her head, waved her hands, and said, "Let's go, before I change my mind..."

Haitang walked upstairs quickly, came to her room, tore up the deed of prostitution, and threw it into the brazier. Looking at the raging flames burning in the brazier, she let out a long breath, and suddenly felt relaxed.

It seemed that with the beating of the flame, even her unbearable past was burned away.

She washed off all the make-up on her face, took off the jewelry on her head, untied her beautiful bun, and just casually pulled up her hair, and her whole person changed from being gorgeous to plain and simple.

Most of the civilian women outside look like this.

From now on, she is also a commoner woman.

Haitang hummed a light tune, and put a pale yellow wintersweet flower on her head, which she picked in the backyard of the brothel, she simply packed a small bundle, and then came to the window.

In the cage, the thrush was still chirping.