"Girls, they're all out."
Zhang Xiaohan rolled his eyes in the room, no matter how he heard this, it was like the old bustard on TV was shouting to a prostitute to pick up customers, and the movements on his legs did not dare to slow down, and he quickly left the room and stood with everyone.
Deacon Mei looked at these teenage girls standing in front of him with satisfaction, but she still kept a straight face and said sternly: "Girls, today is your big day, and from now on, you will follow your master to serve him, and this is your glory.
But if I hear of anyone who dares to disobey his master, he will disgrace me."
Deacon Mei's eyes were cold, and he swept away some cold eyes, that sweep, Zhang Xiaohan couldn't help but shiver, that look was clearly to see through the appearance of people, and reflexively lowered his head to avoid such a gaze, and the corner of his eye saw that all the people lowered their heads at this time, and Zhang Qingshi's body beside him was trembling.
No, I'm not a timid person, I think in my previous life in the company, when the company's supervisor bullied and threatened him, he was full of disdain, did he travel here, inherited the memory of the original owner, and inherited the cowardly nature of the original owner An eerie voice came from his ears: "I will definitely repay the master, take you out of the master's hands, and train you well, I believe that you will understand the rules without peeling off a layer of skin." ” No, it's not like this, Zhang Xiaohan listened, carefully understanding what he was thinking just now, it wasn't timidity just now, it was because of Deacon Mei's eyes, that look swept sharply, as if it was like a sharp sword penetrating his heart.
It is the suppression of cultivation.
In a flash of inspiration, Zhang Xiaohan thought of cultivation, and the depression brought by Deacon Mei was not entirely from her eyes, but also from a kind of momentum, which was a kind of momentum released from her body.
Zhang Xiaohan's heart suddenly opened up, and he put his mind at ease, as long as his current soul is complete and not affected by the original proposition of Qingjiu, it is good.
It was really the feeling of being a slave and being at ease just now that scared her, if such a thought was really implanted in her mind, Zhang Xiaohan would probably have the heart to die again.
Deacon Mei said a few more words to obey the rules, and Zhang Xiaohan lowered his head and agreed like everyone else.
Everyone stood like this, listening to Deacon Mei's reprimand, at first Zhang Xiaohan listened to a few words, and then she couldn't listen to a word, she kept rummaging through Zhang Qingjiu's memory, mainly in terms of cultivation, from Deacon Mei's eyes and the momentum he exuded, as well as Zhang Qingjiu's own cultivation, Zhang Xiaohan instinctively felt that if he wanted to live peacefully and steadily in this world, cultivation was the first.
As soon as he thought of cultivation, everything about cultivation naturally recalled, as if Zhang Xiaohan knew these things.
Each of these concubines has memorized the Changchun formula, but there is only one to three levels of Qi practice method, after the method is memorized, when cultivating, it is all based on their own experience, and no one has the impression to explain, Zhang Xiaohan recalled for a while, the method is as smooth as imprinted in his mind, and the content is not completely bitter and difficult to understand.
Just as he was recalling, Deacon Mei's voice suddenly stopped, Zhang Xiaohan raised his head slightly, and saw a few people walking in at the gate of the courtyard, and Deacon Mei greeted him with a smile: "Steward Han, you came here in person." ” Judging from his appearance, Steward Han is about forty years old, but those who have cultivated are all younger, and their appearance is not allowed to look at their age.
She looked energetic, her hair was meticulously combed, and there was not a single piece of hair missing. came over with a spring breeze on his face: "The eldest lady read it early in the morning, saying that the girls bothered you, and before eating, she ordered me to pick up the girls." ” Deacon Mei's smile became more and more humble, and she said flatteringly: "It is what I should do to do my best for my wife, Steward Han, the girls are waiting early in the morning, you see." ” Steward Han nodded, and walked past Deacon Mei in front, followed by several slightly younger women.
According to the name, a group of eight people were led out of the courtyard.
Separated by a wall is the inner courtyard, there is no cave, on both sides of the bluestone paved road, among the weeping willows and flowers, the pavilion is hidden in it, quite the taste of Suzhou garden.
It's the end of spring, it's the season when a hundred flowers are blooming, and the girls are entering the inner courtyard for the first time, and according to the rules, they can't look left and right, but they can't help but look at it secretly.
These scenery did not attract Zhang Xiaohan, who was accustomed to seeing mountains and rivers and rivers in her previous life, she was half-bowed her head, her attention was on the path she was walking, and she faintly had the idea of fleeing sooner or later in her heart.
Zhang Xiaohan doesn't plan to continue to be a Zhang Qingjiu in a proper manner, first serving the young lady, and then dedicating his youth and life to a man who doesn't regard himself as a human being, and is a victim of this society.
But although he has only been through for less than a day, to be exact, it has only been half a morning, Zhang Xiaohan also understands that his current body is not yet ten years old, and if he escapes rashly, he must have been caught.
Not to mention that he doesn't know the world at all, Zhang Qingjiu's memory has almost no understanding outside the Zhang family, even if he does, a teenage child is alone outside, unless he is a beggar, otherwise, if he wants to survive, he must definitely rely on an adult.
A child, with no adults around him, nothing to prove his identity, and no silver, if he wants to gain a foothold outside, it is simply impossible, and if he is not arrested by the government or the like, he will also be targeted by human traffickers.
Even if there is a passing aura, Zhang Xiaohan only found a storage bag and a mask that he had not tried at the moment, but right now, the aura of crossing has not yet covered his head, and his ten-year-old body, the cultivation of the second layer of Qi cultivation, does not seem to have any self-protection ability.
Even Deacon Mei couldn't bear a look, this body couldn't bear it, not to mention that there was no shortage of people in the Zhang family who cultivated higher than Deacon Mei, and this system, this system of concubines being slaves is obviously not only the family rules of the Zhang family, I am afraid that this world, at least this Wangyue City is this rule, so for now, I can only stay in the Zhang family in peace and stability for now.
Zhang Xiaohan lowered his head, followed the crowd, walked a tea time, and came to a courtyard, the three words "Huixiangju" on the gate were vigorous and powerful, and they entered the wood for three points, and they didn't have time to look more, and several mermaids entered.
Seeing the name of the courtyard, Zhang Xiaohan knew that he had come to the courtyard of Zhang Xiaohui, the second lady of the Zhang family.
The Zhang family is a family of immortal cultivators in this Wangyue City, it is said that the ancestors have appeared in the Jindan Immortals, and now, there is no Jindan Immortal in the entire Wangyue City, and the highest cultivation is the ancestor of the Zhang family, who successfully built the foundation at the age of forty, has been living in seclusion, and does not ask about the world, and now the cultivation is not something that Zhang Qingjiu can understand. t1706231537: