As a mature man, you must learn to wear your hat on your own initiative and don't catch a cold.

Obviously, Wu Dalang has matured.

"Jin Lian, what are you still doing, you haven't come down to meet the nobles soon." Wu Dalang urged.

Pan Jinlian bit her red lips tightly, her eyes filled with water mist instantly, she looked really pitiful, and her voice trembled: "Does Dalang really want to give me away?"

"No, no, it's not a gift." Wu Dalang quickly explained: "I sold you to a noble."

Pan Jinlian: (´இ dishஇ｀)ಥ_ಥ

She felt a chill in her heart.

"Okay, come with me quickly, and stay by my side to be a maid in the future." Su Qing shook the folding fan.

Pan Jinlian wiped away her tears: "Young Master, please allow me to pack up my clothes, and then follow my son on the road."

She doesn't like Wu Dalang, but it doesn't feel good to be sold by Wu Dalang.

After all, it was sold for the second time.

Not long after, Pan Jinlian carried a burden on her back and followed Su Qing out of the door obediently.

Tears rolled down one by one.

After all, she had lived here for several years.

"Why, you don't want to follow me?" Su Qing turned around suddenly, and the folding fan raised her chin.

The palm-sized pretty face does not wear makeup, but her skin is naturally as white as jade, her facial features are delicate, especially her eyes and delicate mouth are the most attractive.

Su Qing really couldn't understand how a maid who worked in a landlord's house could be born so well.

No matter what expression she makes, it seems to give people a feeling of deliberately attracting people.

No wonder Ximen Qing was fascinated at the first sight of her. As a plaything, it can be called the best.

Pan Jinlian shook her head, her eyes were a little frightened, and she choked up: "Jinlian is unwilling, just thinking of being sold twice, I feel a little uncomfortable."

"It's okay, I'll get used to it after being sold a few times." Su Qing comforted her heartily.

Pan Jinlian's pretty face suddenly turned pale, and her voice was trembling: "Young master also wants to sell the slave family?"

She felt so miserable.

Her appearance made Su Qing's scalp numb, and there were many women in the family, but none of them scratched that much.

No, I can't say scratching, because Pan Jinlian didn't do it on purpose, but she gave people this feeling in her bones, and inadvertently made men want to stop.

No wonder she didn't leave the door after marrying Wu Dalang, she must know this.

If she often made public appearances, Wu Dalang would have been unable to keep his beautiful wife.

"It's up to you. I bought you to serve me. If you don't obey me and don't make this young master satisfied, why would I keep you?" Su Qing retracted the folding fan and took a step forward. said.

He didn't buy an ancestor to come back, he bought a maid, and asked her to serve him, not to serve her himself, so he had to figure out the difference between the two.

He hates the kind of person who obviously bought a maid but is offered by his ancestors. When the maid is angry, he has to work hard to coax her. Is it a cheap move to ride a horse?

You can spoil people, because it is a gift from the superior, but you can't let the people think that it is right to spoil her.

Hearing this, Pan Jinlian hurriedly took small steps to catch up, and said, "The slave family must obey the son. The slave family was originally from a maidservant and is the best at serving others. I just ask the son to stop selling the slave family."

She really didn't want to be sold for the third time.

The son is handsome and beautiful, as long as she doesn't sell her, she is willing to be beaten and scolded to serve the son for a lifetime.

"It depends on your performance." Su Qing said casually.

…………

In the evening, by a river.

Pan Jinlian is squatting by the river and handling fish.

In order not to be sold again, she is desperately showing her worth, such as grilling fish in the wild.

When she was squatting, she leaned forward, and the outline under her skirt was vividly outlined, like a full moon, more like a ripe peach.

"This Pan Jinlian is really superb."

The young man's ghost swallowed, and then he looked at Su Qing again, full of envy.

He also seems to be eating big peaches.

Unfortunately, he was doomed to think of a peach.

"It always feels like you are getting in the way, so you should go on a tour." After Su Qing finished speaking, she waved the fan in her hand, and the young man flew away shouting.

A fellow Blue Star was watching, and he was embarrassed to be rude to Pan Jinlian.

Much better now.

Not long after, Pan Jinlian came to Su Qing with the fish that had been processed, and prepared to bake the fish on a fire.

She took out the fire book, pouted her delicate mouth and blew it for a long time without blowing it off, but it blew the gang in Su Qing's body on fire, and it became more and more prosperous.

"Okay, don't blow it, there is a chance for you to blow it up in the future." After Su Qing finished speaking, she flexed her fingers.

The pyre burns spontaneously without fire.

Pan Jinlian's eyes lit up, and her beautiful eyes flashed with surprise: "Yeah! Young Master, you are an Immortal Master."

"It's just a little trick." Su Qing was quite happy to be looked at with such admiration by a little girl.

But on the surface it was peaceful.

Pan Jinlian started to grill the fish, her pretty face flushed red in the light of the fire, and beads of sweat came out.

The fish was finally baked, and she handed it to Su Qing as if offering a treasure, a little nervous: "Young Master, would you like to try it?"

Su Qing opened her mouth, and in Pan Jinlian's shocked and admiring eyes, the grilled fish came straight from the thorns, and pieces flew into her mouth.

"Okay." Su Qing nodded.

Pan Jinlian breathed a sigh of relief, and a bright smile appeared on her face: "It's fine if you like it. I will cook whatever you want to eat. If you can't, I can learn it. I will definitely satisfy you."

"Satisfaction is not just a matter of mouth." Su Qing raised her chin with one finger, with a playful look in her eyes.

Pan Jinlian's pretty face was bloody, and she took a deep breath, nodding her red lips and holding her fingers. She raised her pretty face and looked at Su Qing charmingly, with mist filling her eyes. This look made one's mind sway.

In order not to be sold, she also fought hard.

You know, the original Pan Jinlian was a fierce maid who would rather die in the face of her master.

"What a stunner." Su Qing sighed.

If you find another Mei Gong and double cultivation practice for Pan Jinlian to practice, then it will be absolutely amazing.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps.

Pan Jinlian hurriedly stood up and took a step back, her face was already bleeding, she was extremely shy.

"Tihyath, just rest in front of you."

"There is a fire in front of me, I'm afraid there is someone."

As the dialogue entered his ears, twelve men soon appeared in Su Qing's line of sight.

The man at the head was wearing a cloak, with a blue scar on his face, and a knife on his waist.

The other eleven were carrying the burden.

"Good-looking little lady, Tiju, might as well rest here tonight," said a man.

Jin Lian hid beside Su Qing in fear.

The man called Tiju looked at Su Qing and Pan Jinlian: "In the middle of the night in the middle of the night, in the wilderness, why are talented and beautiful people here? I don't think it's a fraud."

He has a heavy responsibility this time, and he can't be careless.

"Tiju, we are carrying a burden, but you can't compare to you empty-handed, rushing for a day, let's rest." A middle-aged man complained a bit.

Tiha shouted: "You are so talented, you know that you are crying and you are tired, so take a break, but you have to be careful. If you lose something, you will lose your head."

"Thank you for your understanding."

"With Tiju, things can't be lost."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, put down their burdens, and sat on the ground to rest.

Su Qing's eyes narrowed slightly. He thought of a plot in the Water Margin where the Seven Stars outwit the birth date.

Could this be the blue-faced beast Yang Zhi and his party who were ordered to send birthday gangs to Beijing to dedicate to Cai Jing?