Villain: I am not good at fighting.

"Yinqin, you are best at singing and dancing, so I'll leave her to you."

"Yes, Xiaoyu, come to your sister~"

The beautiful woman in green silk shirt blinked and waved at Xie Xiaoyu.

From the beginning to the end, Rong's mother never asked Xie Xiaoyu for his opinion, because it was not important and it was not up to her to listen or not.

To put it nicely, she will be the daughter of Xiangyue Tower in the future. To put it bluntly, she is a money-making tool for Xiangyue Tower.

"You, come here and tell mom, what's your name?"

Xie Xiaoyu reluctantly went to Yinqin, and Rong's mother called the next girl.

"Li Zhiyun."

"Well, you have a good appearance, thin bones, and a good voice. Try to be a private servant first. If you can't practice well, you can become a public servant in the future."

Mother Rong repeated the same searching action and found Li Zhiyun's information in the flower album, writing down "Top grade: pure prostitute".

A Qinggong is a person with both talent and beauty, and is very outstanding and capable of doing his job. He usually sells his art instead of his body, and focuses on building a good reputation.

A prostitute is one who has outstanding looks but generally not so outstanding talents, and sells both his art and his body.

After outlining the ratings, Rong's mother looked up at the crowd again, and said in a dignified tone that could not be questioned:

"That girl from Liujiazhuang, raise your head and let us see it!"

There is a special note on the flower album: This girl is only ten years old, with excellent appearance and temperament, but her parents treat her like an animal.

Mother Rong knew this very well. Liu Muqing's mother, Dou Hong, was the most popular prostitute in Xiangyue Tower. However, she was too greedy and had a bad behavior, and she often snatched the customers of other sisters in the tower.

This angered everyone, and someone had her appearance disfigured. She was then subjected to humiliation in the building.

Although she has become a good wife now, she still has hatred deep in her heart and hates all women in the world, including her daughter.

Liu Muqing, who was hiding in the middle of the crowd, did not expect that she would be nominated by Rong's mother. She hesitated forward in panic, looked up nervously, and quickly lowered her head.

But at this glance, Rong's mother was quick to pinch her chin.

"Her eyebrows are as bright as the moon, she is as cool as jade, her body is soft and her waist is supple, she is naturally charming, what a petite and fair girl.

She looks so beautiful even when she is wearing coarse and tattered clothes. If she were to dress up, haha, we dare not even imagine how beautiful she would be. "

Mother Rong laughed unrestrainedly as if she had picked up a treasure, laughing at the Liu couple for being stupid and letting her pick up a goddaughter for nothing.

"From now on, you will stay with me, and I will personally train you to be an oiran."

"Thanks...Mom."

Liu Muqing's soft voice was as clear and melodious as the sound of an oriole. Mother Rong pinched her cheek lovingly.

"This skill of observing people's expressions and words has not been taught in my family, but you are very smart."

Mother Rong found Liu Muqing's name in the flower album and wrote down the best: Oiran.

Only if one is the most beautiful in figure, singing and dancing, and in the arts of playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is the best among all the flowers, can one be the most beautiful and be crowned the occupant of the flower.

Among the following girls, there was no more goddaughter like Liu Muqing who made Rong's mother very satisfied. A few were rated as prostitutes, and half were determined to be prostitutes.

Afterwards, they were taken away separately for professional training, while Liu Muqing was taken downstairs by Rong's mother to change clothes after being called by two maids.

.........

The moon rises and the sun sets, and three years have passed in a flash. After the strict training of Mother Rong, Liu Muqing has begun to develop the basics of poetry, singing, dancing, chess, calligraphy and painting.

But she was still far from the age to win a big business, so Rong's mother specifically told her to wear a veil and not show her face to anyone without permission.

At the same time, rumors such as "A girl has grown up in the fragrant building, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom" gradually emerged in the streets and alleys of Yannan City, which made people fantasize.

Liu Muqing knew that it was Rong's mother who ordered her subordinates to spread the news in order to create momentum and attract elegant guests.

After all, a peacock without its tail spread is a fairly rare chicken.

During these three years, Liu Muqing behaved very well. Basically, she would learn whatever Rong's mother taught her, and she completed it very well.

She is gentle and amiable when dealing with people on weekdays, and knows how to relax and work hard at the right time. Only when it is late at night and everyone is asleep will she sit quietly in front of the dressing table and look at herself in the mirror.

She longed for freedom, she longed for the world in books.

She read the book "Ascension to Immortality under the Moonlight" that Xiaoyu lent her dozens of times, and she longed for the immortals in the book who lived freely and were not disturbed by the world.

Others may doubt that the immortals in the book are all fabricated, but Liu Muqing is very sure that immortals exist in the world because she herself is extraordinary.

She could hear the voices of all kinds of animals, from the horses in the stable in the backyard to the watchdog raised by Liu Lao Da in the front yard to the cats raised by her sisters in the yard and the mice hiding in the dark corners. She could hear them all, and when she was close enough, she could even communicate with them mentally.

What Liu Muqing lacks now is an opportunity, an opportunity to meet the immortal in the book.

dong dong dong...

"Sister Mu Qing, are you ready? Sister Xiaoyu's debut performance is about to begin!"

Li Yunzhi's cheerful and lively shouts were heard outside. Liu Muqing put the book "Moonlight Ascension to Immortality" back under the pillow, stood up and walked towards the door.

In three years, she has become sisters with Xie Xiaoyu and Li Zhiyun. Xie Xiaoyu is the older one, sixteen years old this year, and Rong's mother specially organized a song and dance ceremony for her.

This is also Xie Xiaoyu's first stage performance. All the dignitaries, literati, and wealthy people that Xiangyue Tower can invite will come to support him.

The door opened, and Li Zhiyun's pretty face, as pure as a lotus in water, came into view. Liu Muqing was about to greet her with a smile, but suddenly something moved in her mind and she looked towards the southeast corner of the yard.

Just now, the voices of the eight mice in that area disappeared in an instant!

Li Zhiyun followed Liu Muqing's line of sight, took a curious look at the southeast corner of the courtyard, and asked in confusion:

"What's wrong, Sister Mu Qing?"

"Oh, nothing, Sister Zhiyun, let's go."

Liu Muqing came back to her senses and she didn't know what had happened there.

"Oh, my dear sister, veil, veil, you are not yet an adult, you cannot show your appearance to others."

Seeing that Liu Muqing was not wearing a veil, Li Zhiyun quickly reminded her that it was three quarters past noon and it was about time for Xie Xiaoyu to go on stage, so there was no time to waste.

"Wait for me, I'll be right there~"

"Then hurry up!"

Liu Muqing hurried back to the room, took down a pure white veil in front of the dressing table, then walked to the bed and knocked quickly on a wooden board under the bed.

Boom... Boom... Boom!

Two short and one long knocks, after which he stood up and quickly left the room.

The footsteps gradually faded away. After a while, dozens of mice swarmed out from under the bed. Each of them was fat and strong, with smooth fur.

They seemed to be well-trained. They spread out, each responsible for a direction, and slowly moved towards the place where the eight mice had just died.