Time Travel: Brothel Maid

"That's good." Xiao Guoer also smiled. She felt that the decision to let Tang Jingchen go to rescue the Eighth Prince was a wise one.

As the richest family in Li Dynasty, the Tang family has a huge fortune, so naturally, a tall tree attracts the wind. As the saying goes: People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being fat. If they encounter such shameless people who deliberately plot to murder them in the future, the Tang family alone may not be able to resist. But if there is a prince to support them, the situation will be completely different. Even if they really encounter some troubles, with the prince's protection, the Tang family can always be safe.

The business world is like a battlefield. If you want to grow bigger and stronger, you must have the protection of officialdom. This principle is applicable no matter what era it is.

Tang Jingchen didn't want to waste any more time on this topic as he had more important things on his mind.

His originally lazy eyes gradually became focused, and his dark pupils reflected Xiao Guo'er's smiling face. He slowly opened his mouth and recited a profound poem in a charming and rhythmic tone, "Out of the mud but not stained, washed by the clear water but not coquettish."

"I know you have always had some wonderful ideas, but I didn't expect you to have such amazing talents! How many surprises do you have hidden that I don't know about?"

Xiao Guoer didn't expect him to say that. After a brief moment of shock, she felt a little shy under his intense gaze. "How do you know that this poem was written by me? And not by my sister?"

"Because I know you. You won't just sit there and watch your sister get bullied. I saw everything you did with your sister, including your whispers."

Xiao Guoer suddenly understood what was going on after hearing this, but she couldn't bear to accept such praise. After all, she was just a plagiarist. If she admitted that she wrote the poem, wouldn't that be too shameless?

“I didn’t write this poem.”

Tang Jingchen obviously didn't believe her, "Are you going to hide this from me too?"

"I'm serious! Although this poem was not written by my sister, it was not written by me either."

Seeing her serious expression, Tang Jingchen couldn't help but start to waver, "Oh? Who is that expert?"

Xiao Guoer's dark and bright eyes turned upwards, and she held her chin with her hands, revealing a thoughtful look, "Uh... He is indeed a hermit. I just met him by chance, and I don't know who he is..."

Tang Jingchen's face was full of suspicion. "Meet by chance? How did you know this poem?"

One lie often requires countless lies to cover it up. Xiao Guo'er obviously couldn't cover up this lie. She pouted and started to say, "Oh, I forgot the details." She hurriedly changed the subject and tried to cover up the past, "I'm hungry, please take me to eat."

Seeing that she was unwilling to say more, Tang Jingchen had many doubts in his heart, but he could only smile helplessly and let it go. "What do you want to eat? How about going to Jinxianglou?"

"Still going to Jinxianglou? I'm tired of eating there, let's change the taste..."

"Didn't you say that you loved the food at Jinxianglou the most?"

"You can't eat your favorite food every day. Once you get tired of it, it's no longer your favorite. You have to keep it fresh!" Xiao Guoer said seriously.

"Oh? If you stay with me every day, won't it be easy for the novelty to wear off? How about I disappear from your sight for a while tomorrow..."

"No! How can you compare it to rice? How can it be the same?"

Tang Jingchen looked at her angry expression, his heart was filled with joy, but he pretended not to know what she meant, and continued to ask, "What's the difference between me and Fan?"

The little girl pouted, very dissatisfied with her knowing advisor, blushing and angrily said, "I can eat the food, but you can't! You can't compete with the food!"

Tang Jingchen thought her stubborn look was very cute, so he wanted to tease her even more, and said in a sad tone, "I am not as good as a meal? That won't do! How about...you eat me too?"

Even with the bean flour covering her face, the little girl's face was still visibly redder, like a red fire cloud in the sky. She jumped up and down in frustration, "What nonsense are you talking about! You... look like a gentleman, but I didn't expect that your head is full of dirty thoughts!"

Although Tang Jingchen didn't know what "yellow thoughts" meant, he knew it was probably not a good thing, so he pretended to be innocent and asked, "What was I thinking? Why did you react like that?"

Seeing that he was still playing dumb, Xiao Guoer glared at him and said angrily, "You know what you are thinking!"

After saying that, she ignored him and ran back to the lottery shop with a red face.

Tang Jingchen was left alone watching her fleeing back, an irrepressible smile on his lips, his eyes sparkling with joy, like the bright stars in the night sky.

In the lottery shop, Tang Xi looked at the young boss who had hurried back, his face red as if he was about to burn, and hurriedly handed him the bowl of ice that Shun'er had just brought, "Boss, why are you so hot? Eat something to cool off."

Xiao Guoer said "hmm" and started eating the cool bowl of ice. He put the spoon in his mouth and just when he felt a little cooler, he suddenly frowned. Why was he eating again?

It was all Jingchen's fault! Whenever she ate it, she would think of his meaningful words!

Xiao Guoer felt that her face, which had just cooled down a little, was getting hot again.

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The next morning, the sun shone on the magnificent palace, and a tranquil atmosphere permeated the court.

Suddenly an official reported that a small-scale plague had occurred in Huaiyang, and more than a dozen people had died.

The emperor was suddenly startled and his expression became solemn in an instant.

If the plague is not handled properly, it will cause great disasters and chaos.

The emperor was alarmed, and hurriedly ordered the Imperial Observatory to perform divination and calculation to see whether the plague would spread, whether it was a warning from heaven, or some other omen.

The director of the Imperial Observatory immediately knelt on the ground, took out three copper coins and threw them up, then he muttered something and calculated with his fingers.

Zhao Yunrong sneered in his heart. His father was really old and he believed more and more in these fictitious things.

After a moment, the head of the Imperial Observatory spoke, "Your Majesty, there is nothing unusual in the hexagram."

The emperor heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and he did not take this minor plague that only killed dozens of people seriously. He only ordered local officials to deal with it quickly and eliminate this minor plague as soon as possible.

When the emperor saw that no more court officials came to make reports, he ordered the court to be adjourned and only ordered the Eighth Prince to stay.