Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

"My father said that the Taoist priests of Juyun Mountain haven't left the mountain for decades. Where did you get the portrait?"

In his heart, Wu Yun was willing to let the people in the painting exist, but the fact was that there had been no invasion of demons for decades, and the Taoist priests of Juyun Mountain had never come down the mountain.

The woman in front of me must have been painted like this by an artist on purpose.

She just wants to snatch Xuerong!

Song Yuesheng squeezed out a few tears and said, "I see that you really like to paint the two gentlemen, so I will tell you the truth.

In fact, my mother was the cook of Juyun Mountain. She worked tirelessly to cook for those monks for twenty years. But because my mother asked them to accept me as their disciple, they despised me because I was a girl and drove us out of Juyun Mountain. "

She fanned her eyes with her hands, trying to speed up the flow of tears.

"But I didn't expect that my mother passed away just after we got down the mountain. Woohoo... That's why I wanted to come here to get drunk. Since the girl doesn't believe me, I'll find someone else to do the deal. In exchange for some silver."

Wu Yun was somewhat persuaded.

Juyun Mountain prides itself on being a prestigious and upright sect, but I never expected that it would do such an immoral thing!

Not even as good as Vanity City!

The wealthy families here will not drive away the old housekeeper who has worked in their home for more than ten years.

Even if they are driven away, they will be given some living expenses.

These two young Taoist priests must have suffered a lot in Juyun Mountain.

As she put the painting away, she suddenly thought of something and looked at Song Yuesheng in confusion: "Didn't Juyun Mountain start recruiting female disciples ten years ago? Why would they dislike you?"

Song Yuesheng sighed, motioned Wu Yun to sit down, and looked at the scroll in her hand with a sad expression.

"Because I come from a humble background, I have no money to support myself, and I am not beautiful, so..."

She pulled her sleeve to wipe the tears from her face, secretly glanced at Wu Yun's expression, then grabbed her hand and comforted her like a sister.

"I still won't make a deal with you. With Miss Wu's beauty, she will definitely be bullied if she goes up the mountain. Miss Wu, just pretend I've never been here. You and Master Xuerong stay well, I'm leaving first."

Wu Yun slammed the table vigorously. "I am a royal relative. If they dare to touch me, I will ask my aunt to seal off their Juyun Mountain! You take Xuerong away. I will set out to Juyun Mountain tomorrow to rescue these two poor little Taoists."

"Thank you, Miss Wu."

Song Yuesheng walked to the door and looked back, only to see Wu Yun holding the scroll affectionately.

Suddenly, goosebumps appeared all over my body.

She rubbed her arms, hoping that her master and fellow disciples would like this gift.

Seeing Song Yuesheng coming out of the compartment, the madam walked over quickly and asked in a low voice: "Miss, you and Miss Wu..."

When she saw the figure slowly approaching, she stopped asking questions and quickly put on a joyful expression to greet Wu Yun.

"Ms. Wu, this girl is here for the first time at Huaqian Pavilion and doesn't know your rules. If she offends you, I will expel her from the group."

Compared to Song Yuesheng, whose background is unknown, the madam wants to keep Wu Yun, who has multiple identities.

"No need. I have something else to do, so I'll go back first. But Xuerong is the one I gave to this girl, and I don't want anyone to mess with it."

After saying this, Wu Yun walked out of the door without even looking at Xue Rong.

The madam found it unbelievable. What happened to this rich young lady? Why did she leave so early?

She unconsciously turned her gaze to Song Yuesheng.

What did this girl say to Miss Wu? It was so mysterious that no sound could be heard.

"Okay." Song Yuesheng clapped his hands happily, looked at Xuerong and said, "Take your piano and come with me."

Xue Rong didn't dare to have any objection and followed Song Yuesheng with the zither in his arms.

Judging from the actions of her and Wu Yun, she was just another Wu Yun.

The madam came back to her senses and hurriedly called out, "Girl, are you sure you want these four people?"

"Don't worry, Ma'am. There are only four of them. My body can handle it." Song Yuesheng waved to the madam without turning her head.

Sounds very happy.

The madam was speechless.

She wanted to ask whether she needed to continue selecting people, not that.

This little girl looks weak, but I didn't expect she would dare to say anything.

The madam shook her head and continued to greet customers at the door.

***

Song Yuesheng cast a little magic on the door of Room No. 2.

She doesn't like being eavesdropped on.

In the past, I lived with them in a villa. There were only two of us within a few miles, so it didn’t matter what happened.

Fortunately, the original body knew some barrier spells.

Otherwise she really wouldn't know how to have fun.

She looked at the four people standing in a row with amusement. It was really queuing that was ingrained in their bones.

"Don't be nervous. As long as you follow the rules I set, I won't do anything to you like I did to Luo Fan. Now that you're in Huaqian Pavilion, of course you want to relax."

As soon as Song Yuesheng finished speaking, Qiu Lu, who was wearing a red dress, twisted her waist and walked in front of her, hooking her belt with her little finger.

"Girl can relax however she wants."

The voice is very nice and not at all sissy.

Song Yuesheng smiled, grabbed his wrist and put it on her shoulder: "Help me massage my back. If Mr. Qiu's hands are not honest like before, I can't guarantee that there will be no more."

Qiu Lu was startled, and obediently walked behind Song Yuesheng and massaged her shoulders.

She called Luo Fan again: "I heard that you have a good handwriting. Please help me write a few lines. If I make a mistake, Young Master Qing might be in big trouble."

Luo Fan's legs were still shaking. He didn't dare to resist. He took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and began to listen to what she said.

After I finished writing, I realized that what she asked me to write were all names of medicinal herbs.

But these were not things he could find out.

Luo Fan blew on the letter paper, then handed it to Song Yuesheng with both hands.

Song Yuesheng glanced at them and waved to Li Qing: "Young Master, within half... one stick of incense, take this piece of paper to the largest medicine chamber and buy these medicines."

That was a close call, I almost said half an hour.

Then he took out two silver bars and a piece of letter from his sleeve and placed them on the table.

"The remaining money from buying medicine is yours. You can buy something you like and bring it back, or save it as redemption fee for you and Luo Fan. If Yizhuxiang doesn't come back, your brother might lose a leg."

Everyone present was stunned. It was the first time they heard the word "ransom fee" from outsiders.

Li Qing nodded to Song Yuesheng, picked up the things on the table and quickly left the room.

Song Yuesheng is very satisfied with the character of Party A who quickly executes the work.

"Okay, the kids are gone, now it's our time!"

Song Yuesheng turned around and threw Qiu Lu to the ground.

The madam was able to better showcase these people by dressing them in gauze clothes made of several layers of tulle.

With just the slightest touch, the chest would be exposed.

"Miss, you have caused me so much pain. If I am hurt, how can I serve you?"

Qiu Lu's eyes were watery and she turned her head away shyly, but her legs were intentionally rubbing against Song Yuesheng.

Song Yuesheng pinched Qiu Lu's chin, made him look at him firmly, and rubbed his lips with his fingertips.

He leaned down and whispered in Qiulu's ear: "Little Qiulu, when you come out of the crowd, you can serve me again. Be good and help me massage your legs later."