Raiders of Abuse Scum

  Chapter 1673 Hypocritical scholar, please go away 23

  When Mu Qing said to Rusi, please respect yourself, his friend laughed out loud. Seeing Mu Qing's eyes looked like a nerd, he smiled: "Mu Qing, Mu Qing, do you know who Miss Rusi is?"

   Seeing Mu Qing's dull face and confused look, his friend laughed again and shook his head: "Mu Qing, Mu Qing, you are such a foolish idiot."

  No one in the capital knows the name of Miss Rusi. Even the nobles, who want to see Miss Rusi, have to spend a lot of money. But Mu Qing is good, and Miss Rusi called to see him, but he ran to make others respect her.

   Telling women about self-respect in the brothel, what is the difference with the **** going to the brothel?

  My friend smiled and said: "I won't disturb you and Miss Rusi's Yaxing, see you tomorrow."

  After finishing talking, step directly out of the house, and don't forget to close the door very intimately when leaving.

  After the friend left, Mu Qing's already stiff body became more and more stiff, and his forehead was sweating a little because of tension, and he almost said with his throat: "Girl, please take care of yourself."

   Hearing Mu Qing making himself self-respect again, he raised his head and looked at Mu Qing's handsome face, and said: "It really is a fool."

   was once again described as a bag, Mu Qing's cheeks were red, green and yellow again, but his stiff body showed his resistance.

  As soon as I saw it, I could only sigh softly, got up from Mu Qing, sat opposite Mu Qing, and said in a low voice: "Like a long time admiring Lord Mu's name, I saw him today.

For the silky compliment, Mu Qing said that after the girl was absurdly complimented, he sat in the same place, watching his nose, his nose, his heart, and the look of bowing his head, not to mention more serious, the appearance of abstinence did not look like a romantic and passionate. The scholar, on the contrary, is like a monk.

   Feeling Mu Qing's alienation from him, frowning his brows, a trace of dissatisfaction surfaced in his heart, but in the end, he still patiently said: "Is the son abandoning the slave house?"

  Mu Qing's heart was disgusting like silk.

No matter how beautiful the silk is and how good the reputation outside, in the old-fashioned Mu Qing's mind, a prostitute is a prostitute. How good can the people who are used to staying in the Brothel Chu Hall?

  It’s just that the contempt in his heart was pointed out like a silk, Mu Qing's complexion turned red, and his face was slanderous: "Xiaosheng didn't."

"You don't even know about the slave family. The son is disgusting the slave family. He was born in a brothel." Rusi lifted her sleeves, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, raised her head, revealing a beautiful face, with tears in her eyes. As if the stars flickered, Mu Qing said slowly, "The slave family knows that they are humble, but there is always a lot of helplessness in the world. My father was very sick at the time, and my mother sold me into the brothel in order to treat his father."

  Because of his father's death, and hearing that Rusi had fallen into the brothel because of his father's serious illness, Mu Qing's heart was quite moved, and he couldn't help but glance at it, but this look made him a little unable to move his eyes.

Like silk, he was born in a brothel, but he didn’t have the enchanting aura of a brothel girl. On the contrary, he was like a white lotus that was silt and not stained. At this moment, his eyes were tearful, and the appearance of pear blossoms with rain was quite moving, which made him still a little bit The hard heart became softer in an instant.

  Mu Qing was always the most stupid. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say any comforting words. Mu Qing took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Rusi.

   Seeing the extra handkerchief in front of her, the corners of her mouth were slightly invisible, and she showed a slight smile and then hung down instantly. He looked up at Mu Qing and said, "Thank you, son."

   Mu Qing looked down: "You're welcome, you are also a poor person."

  Yes, because his father was ill, he was sold here. Isn’t a woman a poor man who has been in the brothel for so many years?

Seeing that Mu Qing said that he was pitiful, the action of wiping away tears froze. After a while, he blushed and said: "Although the slave family has fallen into a brothel, the mother sees my good-looking life. He asked me to teach me piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although I have been here for five years, but I only sell art and not my own life."

After finishing talking like silk, he raised his head and looked at Mu Qing with admiration, longingly saying: "It's true that the slave family admired the son for a long time. Today I asked the son's friend to bring the son, but I just want to discuss things with the son. The son is willing, Nu Jiayuan will leave here now, and he will become the best friend of the Qin and Jin Dynasties with the son."

  Mu Qing never thought that Rusi would marry herself, and her face turned red in an instant, and then even darkened faintly.

  Mu Qing clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said: "The man's ambition is everywhere, I am afraid that he will disappoint the girl's good intentions."

  Hearing Mu Qing's words, a hint of astonishment appeared on his face, and a trace of doubt crossed his eyes, but because of Mu Qing's firm complexion, he could only lower his eyes and said: "The son, the slave family is sincere."

  Mu Qing stood up abruptly while propping up the table with both hands. After taking a silky look, he strode away.

  Looking at the back of Mu Qing hurriedly leaving, the silky expression on his face just now became cold, and the corners of his mouth made a look of disgust.

  Tianhuang Guizhou came to see if she would like to see her, but she was just a small person, and she also set up a score with herself.

   However, this is interesting, isn’t it?

When Mu Qing went home, Li Cuilian had already prepared the food and waited at home. Seeing Mu Qing came back, she brought the food and said, "Qing'er, this month's money is used up again. You will go to your uncle's house tomorrow to borrow it. Click it."

  Mu Qing, who was eating the food, tightened his chopsticks sharply, the back of his hand was raised with blue veins, and his face was ugly and said: "Isn't it just for you? Why is it gone?"

  Li Cuilian saw that Mu Qing had not agreed but questioned herself, she was a little upset in an instant, and the wrinkled face sank instantly because of overwork.

Li Cuilian hit the chopsticks on the table, making a snapping noise, and said loudly: "You are only admitted to the Juren, a new work of clothes and shoes, not to mention that you have to entertain friends and spend so much money, you give it to me. Where can that little money be enough?"

Li Cuilian thought that Mu Qing had a better life when he was admitted to Juren, but who knew it was not as good as before. When Mu Qing was a scholar, he could go to a stall outside to make some money to subsidize his family. Stay at home.

This money is spent more and more, but the money made is getting less and less. Li Cuilian’s eyes have become clearer because of Mu Qing’s examination of the candidates. Recently, they have also lost sight of seeing the sky because of sewing all day long. Tears, my heart began to complain about Mu Qing.

If Mu Qing had married Jiujiu and had Jiujiu's dowry to subsidize the family, how could she have to work so hard, thinking that the money she earned from working day and night for a month would not be as good as others Jiujiu gave away. People have more money, and Li Cuilian's heart is even more unbalanced.

  　 I don’t know how many changes are today, I had insomnia again last night, I fell asleep early in the morning, sad

  　　 Does anyone know of any cure or medicine for insomnia, please tell me, insomnia is really a tormenting thing.

  (End of this chapter)