I really want to be a cook

At that time, will there be any woman in this world worthy of him?

But it's too difficult, is it true that a handsome guy is doomed to die alone?

The two maids next to him bowed their heads and were straightening Jiang Ping's clothes, wearing a belt. Hearing Jiang Ping's scolding, they couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, you guys don't understand my troubles."

Jiang Ping didn't blame them, after all, the realm of the two was too different, but the tip of ten taels of silver that he had prepared was gone.

He is not a narrow-minded person.

Open the door.

The little monk Bujie was already waiting for him at the door.

"Hey, little master, you're pretty quick, but why don't you change your clothes? Monks also have to be hygienic."

Jiang Ping joked.

But he soon felt something was wrong, because the Baihua Pavilion was very quiet at the moment, and the dance performance in the lobby also stopped, and several young ladies gathered together in fear.

In every corner, pairs of curious or fearful eyes looked in this direction.

There was also a group of thug guards who faintly surrounded them.

"You won't kill and cause trouble again, will you?"

The young monk Bujie nodded honestly:

"The monk didn't kill anyone, he just messed up a girl's face."

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"Damaged?"

Feeling the dangerous atmosphere rising around him, Jiang Ping asked curiously:

"When you make a face, do you mean that you make the girl's make-up smudged, or is it that smudged?"

The little monk Bujie said:

"It should be the latter one. The little monk was very serious when he shot."

Then do I still have to praise you?

While slandering Jiang Ping, he shouted into the depths of the corridor:

"Anyone in charge? Come out and talk."

Immediately after that, a shrewd and well-built moustache came over with two thugs.

The thug's blood is strong, and there is a suffocation between his eyebrows. One can tell at a glance that he is a strong man who has seen blood, or a high-grade warrior.

As for the warriors at the master level.

They're not that cheap.

Even the boss behind Hualou would have to spend a lot of money if he wanted to ask the master to help.

So in general, Jiang Ping is not panicking.

"My humble servant, Chang Lin, is the steward of this Baihua Pavilion, you are being polite, my lord."

Mustache speaks very politely.

Jiang Ping's temperament and arrogance made Chang Lin dare not deal with it casually, for fear of offending someone who shouldn't be offended.

If it was replaced by someone who knew the basics, he would have been arrested long ago, squeezed dry first, then sent to the government, and squeezed again.

He is proficient in this business.

People are polite, Jiang Ping will not be rude, he cupped his hands and said:

"It turned out to be a regular manager. I don't know what happened to the little master next to me. For the Guige to put up such a big battle, there are quite a lot of people around, right?"

The mustache stared coldly at the young monk, and then waved behind him:

"Hongxing, come and tell this young master."

Then I saw the old bustard who had served Jiang Ping come out timidly.

The old bustard is good at welcoming guests with a smile, but if she is asked to speak in front of such a murderous person, she has to be trembling.

But fortunately, the housekeeper is also there, the old bustard boldly said:

"The young master has to be the master of the slave family, the slave family really wants to entertain the little master.

The little master said he wanted a woman, so the slave family found a woman for him, but the little master was not satisfied, so he finally drew a picture in front of the big guy.

Only then did the servants know that what the little master was looking for was Yinshuang, the oiran of Baihua Pavilion.

For the son's sake, the slave family took a lot of effort to let Yinshuang come out to meet the little master.

But the little master didn't say a few words, and the slave family saw Miss Yinshuang from a distance, who seemed to be very angry, and then Yinshuang's face was ruined, and there was nothing left. "

Jiang Ping took the painting from the old bustard.

A minimalist style of ink painting outlines a beautiful girl with a sweet smile in just a few strokes.

Even Jiang Ping, who has seen countless beauties, has to give her nine points, she is worthy of being the leader of the family.

Jiang Ping glanced at him in surprise.

Didn't expect him to have this hand.

No wonder there will be seven little wives in the future, with good looks, strength, and talent, but you must be so fascinated by the little girls that you can't find the north.

"Can you show me what Miss Yinshuang looks like now?"

"This"

The bustard looked at Chang Guanshi in embarrassment.

Manager Chang nodded slightly.

After a while, I saw the bustard leading two girls and helping a girl whose face was covered with bruises, walking over.

The girl's face was beautiful, but blue marks were imprinted on her face like a fire, twisting and crawling, like a piece of cracked porcelain.

Seeing the little monk Bujie, the girl who had a gray face suddenly went crazy, pushed away the girl who was helping her, and rushed towards Bujie, scratching Bujie's face with both hands like cat's claws.

"why?!"

"Why?!"

"Little monk, why did you destroy me?!"

If you don't quit, you are not even afraid of knives, so naturally you won't be afraid of a girl's fingernails.

Seeing that his face was neither happy nor sad, she let Miss Yinshuang jump on him, chanted a Buddha's name, and said:

"Sowing good causes yields good results, and the female benefactor planted evil causes on the little monk, and there will be today's evil results."

Yinshuang saw that she couldn't break through Bujie's defense, and didn't make useless efforts, so she just looked at Bujie fiercely and said:

"What a cruel monk, even if you do bad things, you have to be full of slander, who sent you to destroy me?

You ruined my face, you killed me, don't even the mastermind behind the scenes dare to speak out? "

The little monk Bujie clasped his hands together and said lightly:

"Yesterday the female benefactor kissed the little monk, which was the evil cause, and today the little monk ruined the female benefactor's face, which is the evil result.

Mr. Chen wanted to kill the monk, so the monk killed him.

The female benefactor wanted to harm the little monk, and the little monk ruined the face of the female benefactor.

Although the little monk does evil karma, he saves the world, Amitabha! "

"Just because I kissed you?"

Miss Yinshuang looked at the little monk in disbelief, and the images of yesterday flashed through her mind.

At the street meeting yesterday, she took her maid to play, but she was stalked by Mr. Chen from the lucky gambling house.

She is the oiran of Baihua Pavilion and is qualified to choose her own guests.

This Mr. Chen has no temperament, no connotation, no talent, and has nothing but a little money on his body, so how can she like him.

Being tightly entangled, she lost her self-restraint, and a handsome young monk just happened to walk towards her.

She grabbed the little monk and kissed him fiercely, and said to Mr. Chen that even if she chose a monk, she would not go to drink with him.

Mr. Chen left in a rage.

And she had a great day too.

As for the little monk, she had already forgotten.

A little bit of memory came back, and the face of the little monk who was kissed by her gradually became clear, and it overlapped with the monk in front of him.

"I kissed you, and you ruined me. What's the reason? Can you be unreasonable if you become a monk? Can you bully me, a weak woman?!"

The girl Yinshuang smiled twistedly and said:

"In the end, you are just bullying me, a brothel man. You have nothing to rely on, and you dare to bully wantonly. What kind of good cause and evil effect are all bullshit!"

"Let me tell you."

Jiang Ping sighed.

He finally knew why the monk who did not refrain from killing was so murderous.

In addition to the early education of his abnormal master, it is also because he is too upright that there is no room for affection in his eyes.

Mr. Chen sent someone to kill him, and he killed Mr. Chen. If someone stopped him, he was an accomplice, and the crime was the same.

He didn't know what happened to Miss Yinshuang and Mr. Chen, but he brought such disasters to an innocent person.

If she had kissed another person yesterday, then today she would sing the same song and dance the same way, but a wronged soul has long been buried in the grove full of fallen leaves in the city.

He killed Mr. Chen, but saved those innocent souls who died because of Mr. Chen in the future.

After all, Mr. Chen can take someone's life because of a trivial matter. With such a disposition, future evil is predictable.

And Miss Yinshuang is proud of her appearance, and feels that with a pretty face, she can not care about other people's feelings, and willfully lead bad luck to an innocent person.

She too is evil, but not unto death.

So not quitting destroyed her most proud capital.

Although he does evil karma, he saves the world.

The non-discipline monk talks about returning to the vulgar, but he is still a monk in his heart.

It's just that his compassion is difficult for outsiders to understand.

If Jiang Ping hadn't been involved in it today, I'm afraid he would have thought that this was a murderous monk who took people's lives willfully because of his own happiness and anger.

I admire you a little bit, what should I do?

Jiang Ping couldn't see a little more sincerity in the eyes of the little monk.

If in the past he just wanted to make friends with the future master, now he really wants to make friends with him.

Chapter 1? Half of the [-] taels will be a woman

In the corridor, Jiang Ping expressed his inference in a tone neither happy nor sad.

"For you, it's just a harmless joke, maybe even in your eyes, your kiss is the good luck of his three lifetimes.

But have you thought about the consequences of your prank?

You have a pretty face, you are beautiful, and you are sought after by thousands of people, but this is not the capital you use to hurt others.

Because your proud face, in the eyes of some people, is no more noble than others.

So the Buddha said, all living beings are equal.

Now, do you understand? "

"Is it really?"

Miss Yinshuang touched her face, completely stunned.