After the dance, the hero waved his hand and asked the maids, musicians, including Qing'er and Dong Yaoniang, to retreat.

He Qinghuan was very dissatisfied: "What's the urgent matter? Can't you talk about it later?"

The hero was speechless and smiled with a shy face, "Master, the matter of disciples is very fast. Then I will call all the girls here to you. You will choose a master's wife from the middle, and the money for redeem is paid by the disciples. Is it okay?"

He Qinghuan: “…”

"Come on, come!"

Holding Jia Qi's hand, the hero asked again: "Master, how do you see this maid of your disciple?"

He Qinghuan's eyes suddenly widened.

"Ah, don't get me wrong. This is the disciple's wife and you can't be a master's wife."

Mo Tu lowered his head and covered his face. He Qinghuan's white eyebrows and beard kept jumping hard, gritting his teeth: "You little brat, don't you be serious anymore, believe it or not, I will clean up the portal now?"

"Hehe, Master Rong Bian, my disciple saw that you had no children and were alone, and it was really hard to be at peace in your heart, so I brought my family to you.

Don’t look at her young age and is particularly good at serving people. She has nearly a thousand palace servants in the Baji Palace, and no one can compare to her. If you look okay, just treat her to be a granddaughter!”

Jia Qiao was shocked when she heard this: "Young Master..."

"Shut up." He glared at her, and the hero looked at the master with a bright smile, as sincere as he looked.

He Qinghuan glanced at Jiaqiao, then looked at him, pinched a grape and threw it into his mouth: "Hmph, I'm full of nonsense, I don't tell the truth, do you think I'll give you this face?"

The hero had no choice but to scratch his head, so he had to tell the conflict with his grandfather.

"It's a big deal for me. I just thought about letting go of anger. I ignored the incident. Now I'm in trouble. I'm asking my master to give me a favor and save her!"

He Qinghuan frowned: "Why is Ying Bokang so tired of you? Is he old and confused?"

"The disciple doesn't know."

He Qinghuan was silent for a moment and patted his thighs: "Well, I am the only apprentice. Since you have spoken, how can you not agree to it..."

"Saint!"

Jiaqiao suddenly called out, then knelt down and kowtowed, and said firmly: "I don't know how to politely and don't want to be your granddaughter. Please forgive me!"

"Jia Qiao, what stupid things are you saying?"

After scolding, the hero quickly explained to He Qinghuan: "Master, this girl is spoiled by her disciples and has a stubborn mind. Just think she is a mute."

He Qinghuan smiled and looked at Jiaqiao and asked, "Do you know that if he became my granddaughter, there would be no one in the world who dared to look down on you?"

Jia Qiao lowered her head: "I know, this is a blessing that I dare not even think about!"

"Then why don't you?"

Jia Qiao pursed her lips and looked resolute: "Because, if she becomes the granddaughter of the saint, she will follow you back to Kunlun Academy. Compared to this, I would rather...will come to this brothel, at least be closer to the young master."

The hero was stunned, then sighed, and his heart was so soft that he was very soft.

"Okay!" He Qinghuan exclaimed, "A woman who is so infatuated is rare in the world and deserves reward!

Mo Tu wrote a letter to her, and from now on, she will be my servant in the school. Anyway, the hero has also named him a gentleman, so he will allocate it to him."

Hey? Is this possible?

The things that caused me a headache were solved by Master Qingpiaopiao!

Jia Qiao's identity is still a maid, but she is no longer a servant of the Baji Palace, but a servant of the Kunlun Academy.

One sentence or a piece of paper can make the Lord of the Supreme Palace in Shuangzhou be defeated. As expected, fame is the weapon of killing people to govern society. The road ahead is still a long way ahead!

The hero was so moved that he looked at Mo Tu's writing to prostrate himself, and then stamped the deacon seal he carried with him. He took it over and took it carefully before handing it to Jia Qiao.

"You're satisfied this time! What a silly girl, you don't know what you missed."

Jiaqiao just cried with joy, held her and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, Master Saint! Thank you, Mr. Mo!"

"Okay OK, get up!"

The hero was also very happy. He clapped his hands and said loudly to the outside: "Go down, Zuixiang Tower will be closed to thank the guests today. All the girls will come to Listen Yu Pavilion. Anyone who can make my master happy will be rewarded!"

He Qinghuan nodded with his beard and smiled as if he was hypocritical. Mo Tu really wanted to cover his face again.

After a while, dozens of beautiful girls dressed up in gorgeous clothes flocked to Tingyu Pavilion. Fortunately, this place was originally used to hold large banquets, but it was not crowded.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Mo Turu sitting on pins and needles. A smirk appeared on the corner of the hero's mouth. He took out a stack of golden leaves from his sleeve and slapped it on the table. He pointed at him and said loudly: "Did you see this young master Mo? So you know that he is a famous deacon in Kunlun Academy. Even I want to call Brother Mo's big shot.

It’s a pity that he has one thing that is that he doesn’t like to laugh. So, from now on, until tomorrow morning, whoever makes him laugh will belong to whoever belongs to laugh!”

Mo Tu's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to get up, he heard He Qinghuan say, "Mo Tu, it's rare that a hero has a good intention, so be happier when you come out to have fun!"

The corners of his eyes twitched violently, Mo Tu sat back again, and was surrounded by enthusiastic girls. For a moment, the fragrance of flowers spreads across his nose, and the pink light in front of him was shining. Soon he didn't know what tonight outside.

But the hero took this opportunity to slip out.

It’s not that he doesn’t like drinking flower wine, but that he’s really embarrassed to see the sage who is a gentleman.

Thinking about the first meeting in front of Hongxiuyuan, the old man was really not pretending.

"Yao Niang has seen Your Highness."

Dong Yaoniang appeared in front of her, with a timid expression and a resentful voice.

"Your Highness."

Qing'er's voice sounded from behind, gentle and charming, and very tempting.

The hero looked back and forth between them, pushed open the door of the room, and walked in.

Dong Yaoniang and Qing'er looked at each other and followed up.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?" the hero sat down and asked.

"Your Highness..."

The two women made a sound together, and they both stopped again, looking at each other, and sparks seemed to burst out in the air.

The hero only wants to laugh.

Hatred between beauties is always easier than friendship.

"Your Highness," only Qing'er said this time. She lowered her head and knelt on the ground, saying with regret, "Qing'er was obsessed with the wickedness before, and actually did such stupid things. These days, Qing'er regrets all the time. Today, she finally hopes for Your Highness. I'm here to ask you for punishment. Please forgive me!"

The hero lowered his face: "This is all you want to say?"

"And... there is another very important thing." Qing'er glanced at Dong Yaoniang and said, "It's just that there are many people here. Please report to Your Highness Rong Qing'er later."

“It’s better to be really important.”

He snorted coldly, and the hero looked at Dong Yaoniang: "If you want me to take you back to the palace, then let me die! But you don't have to be afraid. I have already told the brothel that you are a dancer, you only sell your skills but not your body. In the territory of Shuangzhou City, no one dares to force you without my permission."

Dong Yaoniang looked at his cold eyes deeply, and finally died completely and realized her thoughts of loving the sweet and pity. She put away her pitiful appearance and asked seriously: "I want an explanation.

No matter what the Prince of Liang wants to do, Yao Niang is involuntarily. His Highness exudes anger on a weak woman like me. Don’t you feel that she has lost her identity?”
Chapter completed!