After the separation, the space of Lingquan was filled up, and he was so angry that he went crazy

As soon as her words came out, the group of people below started boiling like boiling water.

Jun Wenran nodded and said as if he suddenly realized: "It turns out that you are throwing embroidered balls to choose your bride."

At this time, on the terrace on the third floor of Zuimeng Tower, the bride wearing a wedding dress and a phoenix crown slowly walked out.

The group of men gathered downstairs became even more excited.

"Let's go over and have a look. I haven't seen anyone throwing a hydrangea ball to choose a bride."

Jun Wenran pulled Wuyou forward and moved forward.

Wuyou refused to go, but said cautiously: "Princess, let's not go. There are all men over there. It would be bad if we bump into each other."

Jun Wenran threw her hand away impatiently and said angrily: "Why are you always against me? You said that there are all men in front of you. They throw embroidery balls to attract women. If they are not men, can they also attract women? I will go over and see what happens. Already? I won’t squeeze in."

Wuyou had nothing to say, and looking at Jun Wenran's furious look, he didn't dare to disobey her anymore.

Jun Wenran took a few steps forward and stood outside the crowd, but she was too short, so she couldn't see anything clearly. She took a few steps back, looked up at the third floor of Zuimeng Building, and then saw Clear the bride above.

"Wow, this bride is so beautiful." Jun Wenran couldn't help but admire her.

Zhong Ling looked down at the men below. Although he was smiling, his eyes were full of disgust.

How could these people deserve her!

She held the hydrangea tightly and kept searching for that familiar figure in the crowd.

Su Yihe, the young master of Shangshu Mansion, promised her to come to pick up her hydrangea and marry her, but why didn't he come?

Downstairs, the men raised their heads and shouted.

"Miss Zhong Ling, here, look here, throw it to me."

"Miss Zhong Ling, throw it to me, throw it to me quickly!"

Zhong Ling held the hydrangea and hesitated.

Although her appearance could not be considered to be the most beautiful thing in the world, she could still be considered to be of the highest quality.

Moreover, in brothels, there are mostly charming and enchanting women, and dignified and gentle ones like her are rare, so many people were interested in her for a while.

As for men, what you can’t get is the best, and you don’t want anything you don’t want when it comes to your door.

Zhong Ling pursed her thin lips tightly, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

Su Yihe promised her, but he didn't come today.

"Whether you throw it or not, do you think we are all fools?"

"That's right, if you become a bitch, why should you erect a memorial? Are you going to throw it away?"

The men downstairs lost their patience and started to curse.

Jun Wenran listened to the cursing voice and realized something was wrong.

This Zuimenglou is probably not a good place.

But just as she was about to leave, someone suddenly covered her mouth and nose from behind.

A strange fragrance penetrated the tip of her nose, and then she lost consciousness.

Jun Wenran and Wuyou were silently dragged into a side alley by two men with stern eyebrows.

The noise in Zuimenglou is still there.

Zhong Ling, however, was holding the hydrangea with an ugly expression on her face.

Su Yihe promised her, but he still didn't come.

It was because of Su Yihe's promise that she dared to agree to the old bustard, sell her virginity by throwing embroidery balls, and serve the man.

When she entered Zuimenglou, she was tricked into entering. After she found out it was a brothel, she tried her best to leave and tried her best to protect her innocence. She was almost ruined several times until she met Su Yihe. .

It was Su Yihe who said something to the madam, so the madam didn't force her to pick up the guests.

But the madam only promised her to give her three days. If Su Yihe didn't come to help her redeem her life within three days, she would have to start accepting guests.

The three-day deadline had expired, and she was forced to put on her wedding dress and stand on the third floor of Zuimeng Tower holding the hydrangea.

In fact, her father and mother had come to see her in the past three days. If she had been willing to leave with them at that time, then she would not have to throw hydrangea here today.

But she would rather receive guests in Zuimeng Tower than go back again.

Neither her father nor her mother could give her what she wanted, and she was destined to not get Leng Xiaohan. Originally, she thought that she would be satisfied even if she was a concubine in the Hou Mansion, at least she would not be dependent on others like before. People look down on you everywhere.

She had had enough of the cold looks, and she hated the way others looked superior.

So she wants to become a master.

Su Yihe promised her that he would marry her.

If she marries Su Yihe, she will become the young lady of Shangshu Mansion.

If she could marry Su Yihe, it would be better than going back to being a nameless Zhong Ling. She wanted to become a master!

"Are you going to throw it away or not?"

At this time, a harsh roar in her ears brought her back to reality instantly.

Zhong Ling's hand shook and he almost lost the hydrangea in his hand.

The madam's dead white face was full of impatience and anger.

"The guests downstairs can't wait any longer. Why are you still whining? You've really been chosen as the groom. Why don't you throw it away now?"

Zhong Ling bit her lower lip, moved her steps, and walked slowly to the fence.

Downstairs, the noise was still there.

"Miss Zhong Ling, I love you. Miss Zhong Ling, throw it to me."

"Miss Zhong Ling, look here, I have money, I have money!"

……

"Throw it away quickly. Who wants to continue to waste it? I can tell you that if you throw it away and hit any young master, whether it is a rich young master or a high-ranking young master, we cannot afford to offend him." The old bustard continued to chatter. Nagging.

Zhong Ling gritted his teeth and looked at the people below, his expression getting increasingly ugly.

"Quickly, throw it away quickly." The madam jumped angrily and kept urging.

Zhong Ling raised the embroidered ball and crossed the fence, but could not let go.

The group of people below looked at the hydrangeas that were about to fall, and they all screamed excitedly, like hungry wolves smelling the smell of blood.

Zhong Ling still couldn't throw it down because the person she was waiting for was not down there.

"Should I throw it away or not?"

"Madam, are you kidding us?"

"You're just a stinky bitch. Why don't you pretend to be reserved? Throw it away quickly. I'm willing to play with you just to see how pretty you are."

The swearing started again.

Zhong Ling's face darkened, he took back his hand and said angrily to the madam, "I won't throw it away."

After saying those harsh words, she dropped the hydrangea on the ground.

The madam was stunned and immediately stared at Zhong Ling.

"What did you say? Are you treating us all as fools? This is what you promised us."

Zhong Ling pursed her lips, but before she could say anything, the Madam waved her hand, and four or five thugs swarmed over and took control of her in an instant.

Zhong Ling's face turned ugly and he immediately started struggling.

"Let me go, what are you going to do?"

The madam had a straight face and bent down to pick up the hydrangea. Without even looking at Zhong Ling, she walked towards the railing with a smile and said to the people below:

"I'm sorry, gentlemen and young masters, to keep you waiting for so long."