Yingge is the girl's stage name. It was given by the mother who was in charge of Furongfang. She was a prostitute, also known as the kiln sister.
Lin Xiaolu remembered that when he first came to Peony Town, the first person he met was Yingge. At that time, he was not very good at talking, and his language function was impaired due to long-term use, so Yingge just regarded him as a good-looking person. A rich man is still a mute rich man.
Later, Yingge became a frequent visitor to the tavern, teasing Lin Xiaolu in different ways every day.
But to be honest, Lin Xiaolu didn't dislike Yingge. Instead, he felt that she was a very responsible girl despite her hard life, much better than this annoying girl who was new to Peony Town.
In the tavern, customers in twos and threes were chatting and chatting. Lin Xiaolu, the shopkeeper, squinted his eyes and listened half-awake. Occasionally, he would pour wine for the guests. Ling Wei, who was sitting in the corner, was looking at him curiously. .
After about an hour or so, the guests gradually dispersed as usual, and the lively tavern became quiet again. Seeing that Ling Wei and the four old boys were still not leaving, Lin Xiaolu thought about whether to start chasing people away, and his thoughts As soon as he moved, a familiar figure walked through the door again.
"Shopkeeper Xiaolin."
Yingge came wearing cheap clothes. She came a little late today.
Lin Xiaolu held her chin, glanced at her, then stood up and went to get a drink in tacit understanding.
In the corner, Ling Wei and her four subordinates looked curiously at the woman who smelled of dust, with a little curiosity in their eyes.
"Shopkeeper Xiao Lin, do these outsiders also like your wine?" Yingge, who noticed Ling Wei, leaned in front of the counter and asked in a low voice.
Lin Xiaolu shrugged: "Who knows."
He took a cup of wine, warmed it with his palms, and said:
"I'll warm up the wine for you, it will remove the stasis."
Hearing this, Yingge, whose face was covered with thick rouge, was startled, and then subconsciously covered her face.
"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, you found out."
Lin Xiaolu nodded expressionlessly and asked:
"Are you a guest in trouble? Didn't mom protect you?"
It's okay that he didn't mention it. When he mentioned Yingge, his eyes suddenly filled with tears. He lowered his head and forced himself to cry:
“A very wealthy guest came today, and my mother didn’t dare to offend him.
Shopkeeper Xiao Lin, you also know that Furongfang is not as good as those big brothels in the city. We cannot afford to offend such unidentified foreign guests. "
Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu didn't say anything, just pushed the wine cup in front of her, and then handed over a plate of salted peanuts that had just been boiled in the afternoon.
Mudan Town is not big, and the terrain is relatively remote. It is on the edge of Jiangnan, but there is not a lot of traffic and a large number of immigrants. First, because the peonies in Mudan Town are famous throughout Jiangnan, and there are many people there every April to May. Talented men and beautiful women come here to enjoy the flowers.
Second, Mudan Town is rich in spices, and it also makes some elegant things such as ink pads and writing brushes. Therefore, there are many people who come here to do business all year round, so it is normal for Yingge to encounter unidentified foreign guests.
But speaking of the New Year coming soon, it is indeed a bit strange that there are so many new faces coming every day. Lin Xiaolu guessed that they were the same immortal cultivators like Ling Wei who came here for Centipede Spirit.
Well, it's understandable that cultivators go to prostitutes, but Yao Jie's business is all about flesh and blood, and she earns hard money. Beating someone up is indeed a bit too much.
Lin Xiaolu held his chin, peeled a peanut with one hand and threw it into his mouth. It tasted delicious, while Yingge in front of him was silently drinking hot wine and did not mention the bullying again.
Yingge is a very strong girl. She will not bring trouble to the boy in front of her. At most, she will talk to her like a friend occasionally.
She likes Lin Xiaolu very much. Apart from Lin Xiaolu's good looks, the most important thing is that she can feel a kind of respect from Lin Xiaolu, a respect that is as if the emperor is here and is no different from herself.
"Is this sister a friend of Shopkeeper Lin?"
The atmosphere was quiet when an inappropriate voice suddenly sounded. Yingge was stunned for a moment, then looked at a woman, four elders and five people in the corner.
Having been in brothels for many years, she has a good eye for people and objects. She can tell at a glance that the temperament of a few people is different from ordinary people, and the clothes they wear are not ordinary, and she immediately becomes a little reserved.
Especially when faced with an immortal cultivator like Ling Wei, a prostitute like Yingge would unnaturally feel an indescribable difference, as if a mother toad had seen a real swan, even if she didn't know that the real swan had come from No matter where he comes from or what his identity is, he can clearly feel the status gap between the two. This may be the so-called woman's intuition.
She froze in front of the counter, feeling that the girl in front of her was more powerful than the man who had just humiliated her in the brothel.
Behind him, Lin Xiaolu, who was holding his chin, noticed Yingge's predicament, and glanced over calmly.
!
Seeing the unwavering look in Lin Xiaolu's eyes, Ling Wei, who was originally smiling, suddenly felt chills, and her whole smile froze on the spot!
And the four subordinates of Tiandi Xuanhuang next to her also became nervous instantly!
They felt like they were being stared at by an absolutely powerful behemoth!
For a moment, the atmosphere in the tavern seemed a little subtle.
"Hello girl, I am a regular customer of Shopkeeper Xiaolin."
In front of the cabinet, Yingge, who had not noticed all this, smiled unnaturally, then looked away from Ling Wei, suppressing the trembling in her heart, turned to Lin Xiaolu and asked:
"Shopkeeper Xiao Lin, this girl is..."
"Ordinary guests, don't worry about it." Lin Xiaolu poured himself a glass of wine and looked away. Ling Wei and others immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and none of them dared to say a word despite lingering fears.
In the tavern, Lin Xiaolu and Yingge chatted for a while. He didn't talk about the scars on Yingge's face, and just ate peanuts lazily.
After a long time, he said:
"It's getting late. Let's go back and rest early after having a drink."
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When Yingge left, Lin Xiaolu was already lying on the rocking chair again, covered with a blanket, holding a thread-bound book and flipping through it comfortably. Only the five figures were left in the tavern.
Seeing that Lin Xiaolu didn't seem angry, the girl who had already drank a few glasses of wine finally couldn't hide her curiosity and asked him curiously:
"Shopkeeper Lin, was that sister bullied just now? Why didn't you help her stand up?"
Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu, who was flipping through the booklet, smiled rarely:
"Thank you for being polite and knowing how to call me sister."
Seeing that she was being praised, Ling Wei immediately smiled in a flattering manner:
"Hehe, our Beiyao Sect is a well-known and decent sect that respects mortals very much. To be honest, I used to go down the mountain to do good deeds and help the people."
Lin Xiaolu simply said "hmm" and his impression of this little girl was better. Although he didn't know whether she was lying to him or pretending to be just for him, he could tell that this little girl was quite smart and knew how to read people's emotions. Judging one's own preferences is relatively rare among immortal cultivators. After all, those immortal cultivators who have been in seclusion for several years and only focus on the road to immortality rarely have such a discerning eye.
Sitting on the rocking chair, he explained casually:
"If you are not asking for help from others, or if it is a life-or-death crisis, it is better not to take the initiative to help others. Although Yingge is a kiln girl, she has a lot of backbone and will help rashly. It's ugly, what she needs is a friend who can talk to each other and treat her as a human being, not a good person who shows great mercy."
After saying that, the young man with the presence of the old god lay down on the rocking chair, flipped through the book, and muttered:
"A glass of wine when you have nothing to do, and a chance meeting is also fate."
