Arnold felt a little regretful. They were all good girls, but now they had to obey their fate after being sold to a brothel. And although she couldn't do anything, she could at least give them some choices.
I went back to the room and tidied up a little, found paper and pen to draw the design. As soon as I finished the last stroke, there was a knock on the door. A thin voice asked respectfully: "Miss Nuo Qing, are you there?"
Arnold stood up and went to open the door. Outside the door was a young girl. She was thin and looked a little sick. She lowered her head and kept staring at the toes of her shoes.
"Did Qianhe ask you to come get the drawing? It's already been drawn, just take it to her!" After saying that, she returned to the desk, picked up the drawing and handed it to her.
"No, it's not." The girl is a bit timid and looks like a green fruit.
"No?" Arnold took the drawing back and put it down, "Then why did you come to me?"
The girl didn't dare to raise her head, she just looked at the toes of her shoes politely, "It was Qianhe's mother who asked me to serve you. She said that I can handle some of the trivial things that girls do in daily life."
Oh, that's it, "Qianhe is interested." Arnold said and handed her the drawing on the table again, "Then give this design drawing to Qianhe for me first!"
The girl then raised her head and screamed "Ah" when she saw Arnold's face. Then she felt that she had done something wrong and hurriedly lowered her head and apologized, "Miss Nuo Qing, I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter, it's just ugly." She said nonchalantly, with a kind of intimacy in her tone, "What's your name?"
"Yu'er." The girl spit out a name clearly. Maybe she felt that Arnold was not very easy to get along with, so she slowly raised her head and smiled in a friendly manner.
Arnold handed the drawing to her, "Take it to Qianhe!"
Yu'er responded, hurriedly took the drawing and ran out. The thin back gradually disappeared outside the door, leaving only the deserted courtyard.
Arnold walked out of the room and took a deep breath. She suddenly felt a few eyes staring at her. She pretended to stretch and glance around. She could see the empty yard with just one glance. There was no one at all. Ming's
No, it must be dark.
If you say that few guards in Qiongfang Pavilion beat Arnold to death and you don’t believe it, because Qianhe went to let her go so blatantly alone without even mentioning what would happen if she escaped, then he must have enough confidence to identify her
Can't escape.
Just as I was thinking, three figures walked out of the building from a distance. The one in front was Qian He, and one of the two behind was Yu'er. Seeing Arnold standing in front of the door, Qian He started to say hello across the small courtyard.
, "I said Nuo Qing, you are really a treasure dropped from the sky for me!"
Arnold smiled reservedly, "Why, do you think that picture is good?"
Qian He walked to Arnold and stopped, while Yu'er obediently walked to stand behind Arnold. "The painting is very good, don't tell me, there is no brothel or song and dance studio in Yanjing City that has such
Such a stage. Although I don’t understand some things, I also know that this will definitely become a big hit in Yanjing City.”
"A craftsman can't just hire one person to do it, he needs two more. You must know this better than me."
"I understand, I understand, of course I understand what you mean." Qianhe looked at Arnold with a smile, her shrewd eyes twinkling, as if the woman in front of her was made of gold.
[Small theater: "Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyalty will be remembered by history..." Arnold muttered while staring at Hu Gechi, who made Hu Gechi's hair stand on end, "What, do you want to murder your husband?" Ah Nuo said.
Nuo shook his head, "I'm thinking about how to torture you so that readers will plead for you."]