Villain: I am not good at fighting.

Yannan City.

As dusk approached, the carriage jogged along the official road. Liu Muqing, Xie Xiaoyu and Li Zhiyun were huddled together, without speaking to each other.

At this moment, the carriage was already full of people. Boss Liu chased the carriage back and found that the three people were still there. Thinking that he had misunderstood them, he did not make things difficult for them.

After that, the carriage traveled along the way, and every time it passed a village, one or two girls would get on, including twin sisters who looked exactly the same.

However, Liu Muqing didn't care much about these. Her eyes were always looking at the sky outside the car window, and words such as freedom, immortal, and freedom kept flashing through her mind.

An immortal who is free and unfettered by worldly constraints.

Her limited knowledge could not generate enough imagination, but the seeds of desire had been quietly planted deep in her heart.

"Hey, Master Liu, you're finally back. Mother Rong has been waiting for you for a long time."

The curtains had been pulled down earlier, revealing the beauties in the carriage. A thin, wretched, greasy man greeted them respectfully, but his eyes were wandering around the carriage.

"Not bad, not bad, both are good candidates. The one with fair skin is simply naturally charming. Wonderful, wonderful, wow, wow, wow, wow...

The one with purple eyes is not bad either. Let's falsify its origin and make it look like a Western style. It will definitely become a signature item."

"What's the matter, Steward Sun, you can't handle the big ones, so you're targeting the small ones? I'm warning you, you can't touch these ones.

Especially the one with white skin and purple eyes, she is absolutely top-notch, Rong's mother will definitely take her in as her goddaughter."

"Don't worry, Master Liu. I understand the rules. I'll just enjoy the sight."

The thin and wretched old Sun opened the gate and led the carriage towards the stable. This was the back door of Xiangyue Tower, and the stable was not far to the left after entering the gate.

When they arrived in front of the stable, Liu Lao Da jumped off the carriage, tied the reins to the pillar, and tightened them again and again. Then he turned around and said to the women in the carriage:

"Everyone, come down and follow Butler Sun!"

After saying that, Boss Liu threw away the whip, put his hands behind his back, and strode towards the noisy front yard.

He is the security guard of Xiangyue Tower. His main job is to keep the situation in Xiangyue Tower under control and prevent people from causing troubles. He also picks up and sends young girls to the tower to become prostitutes. This is the job of a thief.

"Don't panic, girls. Follow me. I will take you to see Mother Rong, the owner of Xiangyue Tower."

The wretched and greasy housekeeper, Old Sun, pretended to be a kind elder, but he put his hand on a young girl's shoulder, and then held her arm and held her little hand.

The girl was so scared that she wanted to struggle, but she couldn't get free. Her eyes instantly turned red and misty.

"Don't be afraid. There are many cute little girls like you in Xiangyue Tower. If you cry and make Mother Rong unhappy, you can only be a prostitute of the lowest quality, receiving the most customers and eating the dirtiest food."

There was a hint of viciousness in his words, which frightened the girl so much that she trembled and dared not say a word, and let him lead her forward.

Liu Muqing, walking in the middle of the crowd, subconsciously leaned towards Xie Xiaoyu. She felt the gaze of Butler Sun, which was always on her.

This made her very uncomfortable and also very scared.

This was not her illusion. Xie Xiaoyu took her hand in return, trembling slightly, with sweat in her palms. What Butler Sun said just now was actually a threat to all of them.

After walking up the steps, you will enter a long corridor that slopes upward. On both sides, there are lit white lanterns, which illuminate the wooden floor as if it were daytime.

Butler Old Sun led everyone to a closed door and knocked gently.

"Madam, Master Liu has brought the seedlings back."

"Come in!"

A slow and lazy voice came from inside, and the housekeeper Old Sun reluctantly let go of the girl's hand, walked forward, pushed open the door, and raised his voice slightly.

"Girls, come in!"

Inside the house, the lights are as bright as day, smoke is rising, and a burning gilded Pixiu incense burner is placed in front of a huge carved screen, making the whole room feel like being in a sea of ​​flowers.

Behind the screen, a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing a silver fox fur coat, was sitting in front of the dressing table, drawing her eyebrows.

On either side of her stood a charming young woman with a graceful back.

After the girls entered, the housekeeper Old Sun consciously left the room and closed the door gently.

"It's good to be young. Look at these delicate and tender girls. I can't help but feel a little jealous. Time is merciless."

Mother Rong glanced at the girls who were nearby through the reflection of the mirror, and couldn't help but speak sentimentally. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes gradually became lighter as she painted them stroke by stroke.

His appearance also changed from that of a man in his forties or fifties to that of a man in his early thirties, with great charm and only a few gray hairs.

"Mom has always been so beautiful and famous in Yannan. These little girls are far inferior to you."

The woman next to her spoke in a very flattering manner.

"That's right, that's right. All the young talents in Yannan City are like mice seeing a cat when they see my mother. They can't even walk."

The other woman was not to be outdone and followed suit.

"Go, you little bitch, are you talking like a human being?"

"Oh, Mom, it was a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue~"

The woman's gentle voice was so tingling that it made people feel pity for her unconsciously.

"Okay, your ability to act like a spoiled child should be reserved for men. Go get the flower book. We need to classify these girls."

Mother Rong stood up and, with the help of a woman, walked slowly to the screen. Just as she sat down, another woman handed her a flower album, paper and pen.

These two women also have excellent looks. The one on the left wearing purple clothes is soft and cool, while the one on the right wearing green clothes is elegant and refined.

But their temperament conflicts with the beauty they display. They are stunning at first glance, but boring and irritating upon closer inspection.

"You, come forward and show us your home."

After taking the account book, Mother Rong pointed at Xie Xiaoyu who was in the middle of the crowd and greeted him.

She was the only one in the crowd who dared to look up and around. Most of the others kept their heads down, so their faces could not be seen clearly. Liu Muqing hid in the middle of the crowd, trying to make herself the most inconspicuous.

"What is your name?"

"Thank you, Xiaoyu."

"You have nice eyes and good looks. You have a broad frame and a thick body. You will be tall in the future. You are a good singer and dancer."

Mother Rong reached out and pinched Xie Xiaoyu's chin, looked at him left and right, then pinched Xie Xiaoyu's shoulders, wrists, waist and knees, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then find Xie Xiaoyu's name in the flower album and write the rating under her file: Top grade: Singing and dancing geisha.

Before the age of 26, singing and dancing girls sell their art but not their bodies, unless there is a high-ranking official or a wealthy man who is willing to redeem them.

After the age of 26, if no one is willing to redeem her, the price will be raised. The highest bidder will get a night of love. From then on, the price will be only slightly higher than that of an ordinary red-card girl.

Until they are old and ugly and no one is interested in them, or they are sold at a low price, like Liu Muqing's mother Dou Hong, and become good women.