Dressed as a sickly villain's white light

Chapter 8 How much money, this king will give

The two got out of the carriage, even though they were covering their faces, their slender figures and gorgeous costumes still attracted the attention of men and women coming and going.

The two of them had a facial paralysis and a habit, but they walked on the street in a very ordinary way.

The night market is indeed very lively, there are also all kinds of things for sale, and there are a lot of people to eat, drink and have fun. It is no worse than the city that never sleeps.

The fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus cake was right in front of her eyes. Bai Qingyue had always liked sweets, and she couldn't move when she smelled it, but she had no money with her.

Tang Lulu walked for a while, seeing that no one was following her, she was taken aback for a moment, turned her head to look at Bai Qingyue who was standing in front of the stall like a child, and laughed, "Do you like sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Bai Qingyue recovered from embarrassment: "It's okay."

Tang Lulu led her to the sweet-scented osmanthus cake stand, "Boss, bring some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes."

Bai Qingyue who was pulled was a little uncomfortable, but she still didn't break free. She could feel that Tang Lulu had no malice.

Indeed, after Tang Lulu became the Queen of Endless Nights, she has been diligent in governing and loving the people, thrifty, kind and kind, and her reputation has spread throughout the world.

Maybe one or two things can be pretended, one or two days can be pretended, but it is difficult to pretend for a lifetime, even if it is pretended, it will be true after doing it for a long time.

Holding the hot osmanthus cake in her hand, Bai Qingyue shamelessly thought: I won't be bribed by a bag of osmanthus cake...

"Eat it while it's hot, it will harden when it's cold." Tang Lulu's eyes were shining brightly, making it irresistible.

Bai Qingyue picked up a small piece and stuffed it into her mouth from under the face towel. The aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus, the softness of glutinous rice, and the sweetness of honey mixed together. Bai Qingyue felt that she was going crazy with satisfaction at this moment.

"It's so fragrant." Bai Qingyue couldn't help admiring, Tang Lulu squinted her eyes and smiled lightly: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

After eating a pack, Bai Qingyue felt full and happy, so she couldn't help but sneak a few more glances at Tang Lulu, if it wasn't for...

"Stop! Damn girl, stop!"

"Don't run!"

There was chaos in the night market, and Bai Qingyue was pulled aside by Tang Lulu.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl fell to the ground, followed by a man who looked like a servant and a middle-aged woman with exquisite makeup, her chest heaving and panting heavily.

"You damn girl, you are lost with your parents. I kindly take you in and let you learn some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to make some money for the Red Mansion. It's better for you to turn the Red Mansion upside down."

"You heartless little thing, see if I don't lock you up in the woodshed when I go back!"

"Take it away!" The middle-aged woman was very angry, and she didn't care if the hairpin on her head was crooked.

Bai Qingyue saw the little girl's appearance clearly, let go of Tang Lulu's hand in a panic, ran forward to stop the little girl, and said, "Wait a minute!"

The middle-aged woman looked at Bai Qingyue with fine eyebrows, and her eyes lit up. If such a charming figure and eyebrows were brought back to the Red Mansion, even if she didn't play the piano and draw pictures, a large number of people would flock there.

At that time, it will be profitable!

"Miss, don't mind your own business. This little girl belongs to me. Now the building has suffered a great loss. I want to take her back and discipline her properly." The middle-aged woman kept staring at Bai Qingyue, the more satisfied she was, the happier she was. .

This is to make her ready to exchange a lot of money or other...

She really didn't have any money in her hand, not even a special piece of jewelry, but she couldn't miss the people behind her.

"How much is it, I will give it to you." Ye Wuwu suddenly said, and the people in the night market knelt down on the ground.

"Kowtow to my king! My king is safe!"

(End of this chapter)