After rebirth, she became the favorite of the powerful minister.

As soon as the cooked shrimp came in, Miss Yuan waved with a smile, "Do you have any...stronger liquor?"

The word "fierce" is pronounced with emphasis and is meaningful. At first glance he looks like a poor scholar, but if you look closely, you will find that the corners of his eyes are slightly raised and a hint of demonic aura, like that of a fox, is faintly visible in his eyes, which is soul-stirring and enchanting.

The girl was obviously a newcomer to a brothel. How could she withstand such teasing eyes? She was so nervous that she stuttered, "Hong, Hong's mother said that we are a serious business here, there are no such vicious creatures. Sir, you are joking..." After saying that, she held the silver note in both hands and was about to return it to Yuan Ge.

It was not surprising that he got nothing. He and Song Wenyuan, two strangers, were here and openly asking for these things. Anyone who was a little cautious would not take them out rashly.

Yuan Ge took the little girl's hand and sat beside her. He put the banknote back into her palm and smiled, "If I give it to you, it's yours. There's no reason to ask for it back... It's not easy for you little girl to be here. What's your name?"

The other party was stunned, and for the first time today, he met the boy's eyes directly. After a while, he said softly, "...Zhi Tao."

"Zhi Tao, what a good name. Keep the banknotes away, don't let anyone see them, or Zui Huan Lou will have to take the lion's share... It's always more free for a girl to have more money, so don't be silly and give it without reservation. If you have any difficulties, you can tell me when I come over. If I can help, I will always do my best."

The boy's voice was still a bit androgynous, and his washed-out cloth made his words sound unconvincing. The girls brought by Sister Luhe were all around the eldest son of the Song family. A girl like her who was not good at pleasing others could never squeeze into such an atmosphere, and was only fit to serve the poor masters. In the world of sensuality, sincerity seemed particularly cheap, and everything could be measured with real money.

Obviously, the boy was struggling in such a world, how could he help others. But for some reason, Zhitao still felt warm in her heart. She buried her head and whispered, "Okay... Sir, you don't have to be so kind to me. I, I have no way to repay you..." Unconsciously, she even changed her name.

Yuan Ge smiled suddenly, and actually showed some genuine tenderness, and murmured softly with a little regret, "I just feel that you are very much like an old friend of mine."

My old friend...Jinsu.

She had once been stuck in the mud and fallen into the dust. She fell in front of him with scars all over her body and an unbroken pride. She said, "Save me and I'll give you my life." From then on, they were inseparable, like twins.

So when she saw this timid and reluctant little girl, even though her temperament was completely different from her old friend, she still felt distressed for no reason and wanted to protect her to the best of her ability. For a moment, she couldn't even tell how much of her feelings were true and how much were false.

But such words were really an old-fashioned way of chatting up people. Even Song Wenyuan did not notice the melancholy hidden beneath her appearance. He just rested his chin on his hand and lazily watched his wife flirting with other women...If he was not mistaken, when Zhitao's hand just rested on the door and he hadn't pushed it open yet, the girl had already noticed and looked towards the door. She had very good ears and was very alert.

But, "Will there be a next time?" The tone was neither light nor heavy, and it was impossible to tell whether it was happy or angry.

The few regrets he had felt disappeared in an instant. Yuan Ge was not a sentimental person, so it was difficult for him to regain his emotions. He just grinned and said, "Of course. The wine is good, and the woman is beautiful. I have never heard of or seen this before, so how can I just taste it?"

Song Wenyuan's face darkened again - what's wrong with the little girl? She just wants to talk, but she has to hold my hand and touch it. There are two girls, what's there to touch? Besides, Zhitao's hands look like they have suffered, with calluses between her fingers. Do they feel comfortable to touch? This dialogue was just performed for others to see, but because of his dark face, it looked more real. Even the young master Song, who was like a fish in water, regained some reason from the gentle embrace.

The blush on Zhitao's face faded a little, and she felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head - yes, when she went to find Hong's mother just now, they were all saying that this young man was a prostitute, a male concubine, and their words were full of contempt and sarcasm, as if men who used their looks to please men were not even as good as them... She suddenly retracted her hand as if she was burned by fire, and sat there stiffly, burying her head and saying in a stammering voice, "I, I'm fine..."

The banknotes in my arms felt a little hot.

For a moment, she felt a mixture of various emotions, and she couldn't even tell what those surging emotions were. But it was obvious that when Yuan Ge spoke to her again, the little girl was like a tortoise with its head retracted into its shell, and an invisible wall was erected in the air.

Yuan Ge thought that Song Wenyuan's ugly face scared the other party, so he suddenly turned around and glared at him, baring his teeth like a small animal protecting its food.

Song Wenyuan handed her a cup of tea and poured himself a glass of wine. He placed one hand on the back of the chair behind her and clinked the glasses lazily, comforting her in an ambiguous way, "Alright... stop being upset. You said you wanted to come here to see the world, and I begged Brother Song to bring you here. You've seen the world, eaten snacks, and seen beauties. It's getting late. Stay for a while and then go back."

"Okay." Yuan Ge was obviously embarrassed and unwilling. She stared at the tea in her hand for a long time, and suddenly leaned over to grab the wine glass in Song Wenyuan's hand. After snatching it, she took a sip, probably because she felt it was not tasty, so she put it aside. She lazily got up and straightened her clothes, but accidentally brought the wine glass, and most of the wine was spilled on her clothes. She frowned and looked at it for a long time, then sighed, "Forget it... God wants me to go back. I'll go to the toilet first. Sister Zhitao, where is the toilet?"

The "boy" looked to be of unknown age, and the way he called "sister" looked somewhat adorable, as if he was acting coquettishly, and he was being gentle and soft.

Zhitao blushed again, "It's in the backyard on the first floor... Go out the door, turn left, and go straight... Sir, do you want me to lead the way?"

"No need." Yuan Ge waved his hand carelessly, "A man is going to pee, how can he need a girl like you to lead the way? Wait, when I come back, we'll go back." The last sentence was said to Song Wenyuan.

Song Wenyuan nodded with a smile, looking at the little girl who was addicted to pretending to be a man, and shook his head helplessly...