Garbage is still garbage, how can one be grateful for garbage?
Mo Xiaoqiu secretly despised Xinxi, and the little bit of gratitude that just passed by was as short-lived as a shooting star.
At night, Xinxi slept in the oiran's room, alone. Mo Xiaoqiu didn't dare to be a bed warmer, so he had no choice but to follow her and arrange another room for her to sleep.
The madam was waiting with a group of people, but I had never seen such people come to visit a brothel and drink wine. They were just spending money at the inn! However, as long as the guests pay, it doesn't matter what they are here for.[
Although there is no money given at the moment, looking at Xinxi's luxurious appearance and the fact that she has met many people, she is not afraid of defaulting on her debt.
It's just that things are always unpredictable...
When Xinxi woke up and saw the official in the room, he regretted it so much that he wanted to hit the wall.
——I regret not tying that guy up with me!
One night, she stole the madam's money and ran away?!
Angry, angry, the dignified prince actually "invited" him to the Yamen like a thief? And the ignorant county magistrate actually said that he wanted to start a trial, and asked him in front of him what his name was?
Disgraceful, how can he say that? The identity of the Thirteenth Prince cannot be transferred. It is not useless, but he has no shame to dare to transfer it. If word spreads, the Thirteenth Prince goes to the brothel and steals money with the thieves? He returned to the capital,
If you don't make fun of someone to death, you will never be able to turn over and see the pure sun...
Xinxi stood in the hall with her hands behind her hands, and raised her fingers towards the county magistrate, coldly, cruelly, and desperately! In that arrogant look and eyes, there was a consciousness of being a prisoner.
The old county magistrate, who was wearing a crooked hat, slapped the hall in shock, and then said in a very humble manner: "My lord, what do you want, sir?"