The general is easy to bully

The butler stood at the door with a few servants. Long Che was holding his sword, like a cat with frizzy hair, blocking the door, watching them cautiously.

Shen Xingfeng poured himself a glass of water and glanced at him: "Long Che, let them in."

Long Che hurriedly turned his head, looked at him with red eyes, and bit his lips tightly.

Shen Xingfeng smiled lightly: "Good boy, be obedient, get out of the way."

Long Che turned his head and glared at those people again, then ran to Shen Xingfeng's back with his sword in his arms, and stood upright.

The butler led the talent through the small door and filed in.

Shen Xingfeng sat on a chair, holding a water glass, the warmth in his palm spread, making him feel comfortable.

He rushed to speak before the housekeeper, and asked seriously: "Is he going to kill me?"

The housekeeper's face changed: "Young Master Liu Chen, how could the Hou Mansion call you dead?"

Shen Xingfeng laughed out loud, turned his head slightly and said to Long Che, "Look, I knew he wouldn't make it easy for me."

Long Che hung his head, quietly.

Only then did Shen Xingfeng turn his head, and continued to ask the butler: "Is he going to break my legs and imprison me, or is he going to make me a slave in this Marquis's mansion?"

The steward's voice was calm: "Neither, Mr. Shen, Lord Hou said he didn't want to see you again and sold you already."

Shen Xingfeng's whole body, including his heart, was stunned at this moment.

No one in the room spoke for a while, and Shen Xingfeng asked himself: "Really? Where did you sell it?"

The butler's tone was a bit difficult, "It's sold... Green Bamboo Pavilion."

Shen Xingfeng clenched his fingers tightly one by one.

Qingzhu Pavilion is the most famous small official brothel in the capital. It has a history of nearly a hundred years. Even though dynasties have changed in the middle, and the new king ascends the throne, Qingzhu Pavilion has always been standing quietly by the Qujiang River in the city.

Shen Xingfeng passed by there when he was young, and was forcibly pulled in to watch a play.

The little letters inside saw that he didn't understand anything, so they desperately ordered wine for him, but Shen Xingfeng didn't take a sip, and when he was about to leave, he was stopped and asked for 200 taels of silver.

Young Master Shen had a violent temper back then, knowing that he was being slaughtered, he lifted the table in the Green Bamboo Hall on the spot, and pulled the servant beside him

just ran.

Later, Mr. Gui from the Green Bamboo House came to Shen's house and said that Shen Xingfeng went to drink flower wine and refused to give money.

The murdered Shen Xingfeng was severely beaten by his father, who was also fined to copy books for half a year.

Later, Shen Xingfeng held a grudge, and every time he saw some high-ranking official go there to have fun, he would run to tell his wife that the green bamboo business would always be disturbed and go out of business for several days.

Shen Xingfeng never thought in his life that Xiao Qihan would sell him to such a place.

He seemed a little uncomfortable, but not uncomfortable.

The water in the quilt was cold, and the tea leaves had been soaked for too long, and Shen Xingfeng frowned.

The housekeeper sent a piece of paper: "This is your contract of sale. You just need to sign here. The person who came to pick you up from the Green Bamboo Hall is already waiting at the door. Young master, hurry up."

Shen Xingfeng slowly grasped his contract of selling himself in his hands.

His eyes scanned every word above.

He stared at it quietly for a long time, repeatedly looking over the simple contract of sale.

The housekeeper has to urge.

Long Che's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he swung his sword viciously at him, baring his teeth.

The housekeeper was a little timid, and shut his mouth obediently, not daring to press any more.

I don't know how long it took before Shen Xingfeng took the pen and ink handed over by the butler, put down the pen, and gently wrote his name on it.

Shen Xingfeng, after pressing his fingerprints, the housekeeper took back the deed of sale.

"Master Shen, what do you want to take?" Shen Xingfeng shook his head, and slowly stood up from the chair.

Long Che grabbed him and yelled "Ahhh".

Shen Xingfeng smiled: "Don't worry, it's not a place to suffer, there is food and drink, if there is fate in the future, we will meet again..."

Shen Xingfeng shook his head suddenly: "Forget it, I guess there is no such fate."

Long Che called out "Ahhh".

Shen Xingfeng patted him on the shoulder: "What I ask you to do, you must help me do it."

Shen Xingfeng followed the housekeeper out of the yard, and the people who came to pick him up from the Green Bamboo Pavilion were two tortoises and three or five handymen.

With his current body, he couldn't go anywhere. It was really unnecessary to send so many people to watch him.

"Young Master Sui'an! Young Master Sui'an!" Chunyi's shout came from afar.

Shen Xingfeng turned his head and saw her running over in one breath, her face flushed, and before she could calm down, she stuffed a bag of silver into the turtle man's hand.

"Madam said, I want you to treat me well." Mr. Gui smiled happily, "Young lady, you are welcome." Chun Yi said, "Please wait a few more, my wife will be here soon." She turned her head to look at Shen Xingfeng, "Whatever Mr. An, our wife wants to see you." Shen Xingfeng said calmly, "It's good that she and the child are fine, as for me... there is really no need to meet again."

"My son

"Go back, Spring."

"Young master!" Chunyi cried out.

Shen Xingfeng walked to the soft sedan chair in the Green Bamboo Pavilion, and the butler came over and opened the sedan chair curtain for Shen Xingfeng himself: "My lord, do you have something to bring to Master Hou?"

Shen Xingfeng wanted to shake his head, but suddenly became a little malicious, and stared at the butler meaningfully.

The butler understood, and hurriedly backed away.

"Young master, please tell me if you have something to say, and this old slave will definitely tell Lord Hou."

Shen Xingfeng's eyes are cold: "I have done many things that I couldn't help myself in the past. I am ashamed of Da Chu, my parents, Tianyan, and everyone praises Mr. Xingfeng, but I am just a selfish villain for my own desires. That's all. But to this day, I can already...feel my conscience and say that I have never done anything wrong to him, and that I have done my best to him without reservation. He did a lot of good on him."

The smile on the corners of Shen Xingfeng's lips cooled down a little bit.

There was only a visible chill in the dark pupils that melted into ink, "But I only know now...he is not worthy at all." A layer of cold sweat oozes from the butler's back.

Shen Xingfeng said coldly: "His stupidity, impulsiveness, and love for children are not worthy of everything I have done for him. Now he wants to hear what I have to say? Kneel down and beg him to forgive me, don't sell me to that kind of place? "

Shen Xingfeng suddenly smiled, the smile was extremely cold and cold: "I just won't let him get what he wants, you tell him, I would rather go to that kind of place to be ruined by others than stay by his side..."

The butler was shocked: "My lord, you can't say that!"

"I'll just say it." Shen Xingfeng's eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge, twisted and desperate, like two colorful poisonous tongues in spring, intertwined and entwined: "Please tell Xiao Qihan that he really thinks his mother, Wei Wei Shu, is it just a simple girl in Ziye Tower? What is the background of Ziye Tower? Has he ever had a little understanding of it?"

"Let him investigate, doesn't he want to know? With his current ability, I believe he will know everything soon." Shen Xingfeng turned around coldly, bent over and stepped into the soft sedan.

The butler walked over, "My lord, you..."

Shen Xingfeng said coldly: "No matter what he finds out, I ask him never to come to me again. I never thought of revenge on him, but since I have this thought, I will make him live in pain and regret forever. Repeatedly unable to escape from the torture."

After finishing speaking, Shen Xingfeng put down the car curtain directly.

The handymen in the Green Bamboo House carried Shen Xingfeng far away from Ningyuanhou's mansion.

The butler was so frightened by Shen Xingfeng's words that his palms sweated. After walking a long way, he finally woke up like a dream.

What does Mr. Shen's words mean...?

When Shen Xingfeng entered the Green Bamboo Pavilion, the sky outside suddenly began to rain lightly, making it feel a little chilly.

The big boss of Qingzhulou is Mr. Wang.He took advantage of Zuo Rou'an and didn't ask Shen Xingfeng to pick up the guests.

He only arranged for Shen Xingfeng a clean and remote room in the backyard of the Green Bamboo Building, where he stayed with delicious food and drinks, and ordered the small restaurant in the building not to disturb Shen Xingfeng on weekdays.

Shen Xingfeng felt comfortable with such a day.

However, that evening, he was suddenly awakened in his sleep by the noise and screams outside.

He put on his clothes and went out to have a look. He saw many people coming and going in a hurry, with panicked expressions.

Shen Xingfeng stopped a passing Xiaoxin: "What happened?"

The little letter was terrified, and he didn't know what he said: "Mr. Zhang... from Mr. Zhang's... Mrs. Mrs. Zhang's family found someone from her natal family, came to the Green Bamboo Hall to make trouble, and beat Mr. Wang to death! They are making a fuss about reporting to the police, and the second boss is here too!"

Shen Xingfeng frowned.

The second owner of the Green Bamboo House is surnamed Bai.

Different from the generosity of the big boss, this Mr. Bai was a eunuch in the palace in the early years. He has a vicious heart and a vicious heart. Usually he seldom comes to the Green Bamboo Pavilion, but every time he comes, he always uses a few small pavilions to vent his anger. Until everyone complained.

Now that Mr. Wang is dead, and the Green Bamboo Pavilion falls into the hands of this Mr. Bai, I'm afraid... the life here will be difficult in the future.

Shen Xingfeng looked up at the pitch-black sky, wrapped his clothes tightly and went back to the house, locking the door tightly.

Shen Xingfeng's prediction was right.

In the early morning of the next day, as soon as he got up, he was dragged into the building by a few handymen from the Green Bamboo Building.

In the building, all the small restaurants bowed their heads and knelt, and the only thing in the huge flower hall was Mr. Bai's shrill and slender voice. "You also know that Mr. Wang was beaten to death yesterday, and I will take over the entire Green Bamboo Pavilion from now on. Mr. Wang has already been buried in the ground, so don't mention him in the future."

I don't know which small shop below said: "It's safe to put it in the ground, obviously you took the money from Zhang Yuan's family, and you didn't even report it to the officials, so that Mr. Wang died in vain..."

Mr. Bai laughed coldly twice.

Two thugs behind him immediately walked into the crowd, slipped out a weak little letter, and dragged it to the backyard.

After a while, there were heart-piercing screams and the sound of punching and kicking.

Mr. Bai smiled: "Does anyone have any other opinions?"

Those screams made people's teeth turn sore and they would make an example to others. Who would dare to resist again?

Mr. Bai smiled with satisfaction: "That's good! If you don't have any objections, go and get customers." The little letters scattered in all directions.

Only Shen Xingfeng was left alone.

Mr. Bai glanced over, "What are you still doing?"

A tortoise in the Green Bamboo Hall came forward with a smile and explained: "Although this person was sold to us in the Green Bamboo Hall, but Ning Yuanhou...

The tortoise lay down next to Mr. Bai's ear and whispered.

Mr. Bai frowned: "Ningyuanhou Mansion? Is it the Ningyuanhou Mansion where Xiao Qihan is?"

"How can there be a second Ningyuanhou Mansion!"

Mr. Bai sneered, "Listen, from today onwards, no money sent by the Marquis of Ningyuan will be accepted. Now that he has entered my Green Bamboo House, there is no reason not to accept guests. Come here, take him down and teach him!"