Let me be a concubine? I turned to someone else's arms

Luo Qin didn't look away until Luo Rong disappeared around the corner. Rufang, who was standing behind her, witnessed the whole process. She was obviously unhappy. She frowned and complained to her daughter in a low voice, "This girl Luo Rong is really too tactless. What a bad idea she came up with."

Luo Qin just smiled faintly and did not comment.

"You are too soft, girl. You are so kind to everyone. Do you really think you can take advantage of me?"

Ping Yu, who was walking outside, happened to hear Rufang's complaint and immediately frowned, "Rufang, shut up! The affairs between the master and the mistress are handled by the maid, so you, a little maid, should not butt in."

Ping Yu is older and has watched Luo Qin and Ru Fang grow up. Ru Fang did not dare to contradict her and said angrily: "...Yes."

Luo Qin was surprised to see Ping Yu come in, and walked over in two steps dragging her clogs, "Ping Yu is back, how is the matter going? Did you choose the person so quickly?"

Luo Qin had just returned from the Xie clan school. When Pingyu heard the girl say that she wanted to pick a dancer to prepare for the talent show for the Flower Festival, she went there directly.

Ping Yu lowered her body and bowed, saying, "Yes, young lady, the person has been brought here and is waiting in the courtyard."

Luo Qin nodded: "Good."

"Girl..."

Aunt Ping glanced at her daughter's beautiful face, then hurriedly lowered her head, looking respectful but seeming to have something to say.

Luo Qin turned his head to look at the woman in front of him, who was lowering her eyebrows and looking docile. Seeing that she was about to speak but hesitated, he asked: "What else?"

Ping Yu thought for a moment and stammered, "Uh... I see that the young lady from Wanhua Tower looks a bit like you..."

"Oh?"

Luo Qin paused, then raised his eyebrows and immediately became interested.

"This old slave deserves death. How can such a lowly person be compared with a girl?"

Pingyu knelt down hurriedly and apologized.

The girl is a noble lady from an aristocratic family. Are those things from all walks of life worthy of being in the same league with her?

Luo Qin raised his hand to signal Ping Yu to stand up, and said in a friendly manner, "It's okay, I'll go take a look."

"Here."

Luo Qin, dressed in bright clothes, walked out of the house accompanied by Rufang, Pingyu and other servants. She saw a pretty little girl in pink clothes standing in the courtyard. She was lowering her head, clutching the corner of her clothes with her small hands, and lowering her eyes, not daring to look around.

The girl looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. Luo Qin glanced at her hair and didn't see any hairpins, only a bright peach blossom. It was unclear whether she couldn't afford it or she hadn't reached the age of marriage yet. Most likely, she hadn't reached the age of marriage yet.

Luo Qin approached with graceful steps. The little girl looked down and saw a pair of feet wearing clogs under the flowing skirt. She guessed that this must be the noble man, so she knelt down and kowtowed: "Your servant greets the noble man!"

The owner of the feet stopped in front of her, and then a clear and beautiful voice came: "Lift your head and let me see."

The little girl looked up timidly when she heard that. After seeing Luo Qin's appearance clearly, she was so shocked that she forgot to look away for a moment.

The afterglow of the setting sun is golden and brilliant, and the evening glow is lingering. In the hazy sky, a young girl is wearing a fluttering silk shawl. Her wide-sleeved skirt with a light cloud-colored camellia pattern spreads out like a blooming lily, and she wears a white jade lotus on her waist.

The girl had her hair combed in a low bun like an unmarried sister-in-law, with a delicate pearl tassel in her hairpin. There was a faint smile on her stunning face, and her amorous peach blossom eyes were full of clear autumn water.

Good, so beautiful... and so familiar...

The little girl looked up with a dazed look on her face.

Ping Yu immediately scolded her angrily, "Where are the rules? Who taught you to look directly into the face of the noble like this?!"

The little girl came back to her senses immediately, trembling with fear, and began to kowtow, trembling with fear and trepidation: "Please spare my life, my lord, and forgive my rudeness. It is really your brilliance that made me dizzy."

"You are so sharp-tongued." Although Luo Qin said this, his expression was smiling, not angry. Seeing that the girl had broken her forehead, he stopped her and said, "Stop, don't knock it anymore."

The little girl stopped and secretly observed her. Seeing that Luo Qin was not angry, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you for your forgiveness, girl."

In this world, class divisions are strict. How can a slave dancer who sells herself stare at the face of a nobleman and lose her mind? That is disrespectful!

Fortunately, the girl didn't care.

Luo Qin knew why she was distracted, because the two of them did look similar, but only 50% similar. The most beautiful part of Luo Qin was her eyes, a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes that would make anyone who saw them obsessed. However, this girl had a pair of watery and round almond eyes, just like a frightened rabbit, very lovely.

Luo Qin hesitated for a while and found that the two were most similar in their noses, mouths and face shapes. They were even more similar when looking at their side profiles. They were exactly the same.

"Little girl, what's your name?" Luo Qin asked, lowering his body slightly.

"My dear, my name is Ruo'er." The little girl answered respectfully.

"Ruo'er?"

"Exactly."

"How old are you?"

"My dear, I will be fifteen soon..."

"It means she's almost reaching the age of marriage."

"Exactly."

"Stand up, I'll see how tall you are."

"As ordered."

Ruoer got up and stood up. Luo Qin turned around and looked at her carefully.

I guess it's because this girl has a good-looking face, so the madam in the building took good care of her. Her skin looks good, fair enough, and her hair is jet black.

She was almost fifteen years old, and her body had gradually grown up, becoming petite and graceful, but she was still shorter than Luo Qin. Luo Qin was about 1.6 meters tall, while this girl was only about 1.5 meters tall.

Luo Qin stopped in front of her and asked, "How many years have you studied dance?"

"My dear, I have been learning since I was young."

"Well, dance for me."

"Here."

Ruoer improvised, holding up her skirt with one hand and pinching her fingers with the other, she danced in circles. Her simple pink wide-sleeved skirt fluttered in the wind, and the girl's figure was like a breeze, ups and downs, fast and slow, a combination of fast and slow, complementing each other, and with the layers of her skirt, she looked like a peach blossom in March.

"Very good." Luo Qin commented truthfully after reading it, and then said to Ping Yu, "Ping Yu, you did a great job in picking such a good seedling."

"It's my duty." Pingyu lowered her head with a little more smile on her face.

Luo Qin waved her hand and said, "Let's take Ruo'er down there and settle her down first. I'll make plans when I get back from school tomorrow."

"Here."

Aunt Ping ordered a maid to take Ruo'er away.

"Girl, it's time for dinner," Rufang reminded.

"Okay, let's set the table."

Luo Qin walked into the house.

"Here."

Rufang followed behind.

When Ruo'er reached the corner, she turned around and saw the back of the girl who was as beautiful as a fairy walking into the house. Thinking of the stunning glimpse she had just had, her expression became more thoughtful.