Prince Zhuang Fujin

Chapter 121 She sold herself to bury her father (3)
"I'm not going to sell myself in a brothel!" The girl said word by word, her face was serious and resolute, even a little cold.

The old bustard listened, but smiled: "Oh, look at this little appearance, this figure, what else can you think about if you don't sell yourself in a brothel? You still want to hope that some big son will come and buy you to be a wife I really don’t know what to say, this is at the foot of the capital, there are nobles everywhere, not to mention the children of the Eight Banners of Manchuria, and the official sons. Even the big families don’t necessarily want a woman of unknown origin like you to be a concubine , you have only two ways out, one is to choose a mother you like in our few brothels, or wait to be snatched home by bullies and hooligans!"

A trace of cruelty flashed in the girl's eyes, she wiped away her tears, stared coldly at the bustards with smug waists and smug smiles, and said, "Even if I, Ye Meiru, die, I don't want to go into that Goulan courtyard to serve as a prostitute." profanity."

"Okay, I want to see how tough you really are. You have written on it that you sold your body to bury your father. I gave you money, but you have to leave with me! Huh, come here, take it back for my mother!" A painting The fat old bustard with heavy makeup finished speaking ferociously, dropped ten taels of silver, and let the thugs he brought arrest him.

There was no trace of panic in the woman's eyes, but panic appeared on her face, looking around for help.

Not long after, a young man in a silver-white gown and a silver embossed mandarin jacket caught her eyes.

"Young master, save me. Although Meiru has half the blood of a foreigner, my father was also a wealthy businessman in Guangzhou. Because of the flood in his hometown, my father took our whole family to flee to Beijing to escape. However, he was attacked by robbers and all the family members died. Yes, my father and the little girl pretended to be dead to escape the fate of being killed, but because they were not used to the water, soil and cold of the capital, my father got sick not long ago, so he left me just like that last night. Young master, little The woman doesn't want to be a prostitute, so I ask the master to save the little girl." Just now Wan'er and others were clearly not far in front of her, but the woman bypassed them and asked the man for help.

Even though Meng Qi and De Hui didn't go out often, they found something was wrong.

"Does she really want to find a good attachment? Even if she is really attracted to such a woman, it's hard to take her home, she can at most be a concubine!" Meng Qi said with disdain.

"It's not that simple. Do you know that young man?" Just as the man turned around, Wan'er asked the two of them.

When Dehui saw the man's face, her complexion became a little sad. Wan'er looked at Meng Qi and raised her eyebrows. Meng Qi whispered, "That's the eldest son of the royal family of Shanjun, Beizi Ronghuan. Huang Ama died on the first day of the twelfth lunar month. The decree was just issued that day, and a marriage was granted to Dehui and Ronghuan, and they will be married on February 26 next year."

"No wonder Dehui's complexion is so bad." Wan'er saw that Rong Huan looked a little embarrassed, but she was helplessly hugged by the woman who called herself Ye Meiru, unable to struggle or push her.

"Dehui, look, Rongheng Beizi is not very willing!" Wan'er said to Dehui with a smile, and Dehui's complexion improved a lot.

"Aunt Sixteen, I'll go over and have a look." De Hui was about to go over, but was stopped by Wan'er, "Don't you want to see how this son-in-law Rong Huan will deal with it?"

After hearing this, Dehui gave Rong Huan a complicated look, nodded, and retreated into the crowd.

"Everyone, stop first!" Beizi Rong Huan finally got a little angry, but she was curious to come over to watch the excitement, why she was entangled by a woman of unknown origin.

If it spread to Dehuigege's ears, it would be terrible.

Dehui's coquettishness is astonishing to him, even if he restrains himself now, he still has some fears, he will marry Dehui soon and return home to be the wife of Beizi, he dare not make mistakes, that little girl is not easy to coax.

The arrogant bustard saw that Rong Huan's temperament was extraordinary, and he was afraid of offending the nobleman, so he grimaced and waved to the guards.

"Since this son has taken a fancy to this stinky girl, let's go first." The old bustard said with a livid face.

Rong Huan quickly waved his hand, and said to Ye Meiru: "This girl, men and women can't get along with each other. I'm about to get married. The one in the family has a bad temper. If she knows that you are so pestering me, I can't promise, will you?" Something bad happened."

Ye Meiru was taken aback when she heard that, she looked very upright and dressed well, she should be a nobleman, moreover she should be a dignified nobleman of Qing Dynasty, if she wanted to sneak into the inner city, she had to find these young gentlemen as her hands.

Unexpectedly, this person talked like this, which made it difficult for her to pester this person with the cheek, and besides being so afraid of guilt, she might not be able to do anything.

"My lord, I'm sorry, I did something rude just now, I'm sorry." After letting go of Rong Huan, Ye Meiru blessed Fushen decently, apologizing endlessly.

"It's okay, it's okay." Rong Huan waved his hand, took a few steps back, and patted the clothes on his chest, as if he wanted to pat off the scent of the powder.

(End of this chapter)