I'm not really a dude.

Chapter 158: The Hairpin Tribulation - The Last Dream of the Red Flower Pavilion
Seeing her hungry appearance, the old bustard sighed: "Alas, a few days ago, the young lady who was loved by thousands of people, unexpectedly became a prostitute now!
You look pretty good, I'll give you three days to heal your injuries, and start working! "

Hearing the word work, Hongzan was stunned.

She knows what work means in this romantic place.

If so, how could I be worthy of Pan Xiaoan?

The home is gone, the father and brothers are gone.

What did she do wrong, God wants to punish herself like this.

Thinking of this, she burst into tears.

The madam was a little annoyed by her crying, so she said: "If you are talented, you can do it by yourself!"

After speaking, she had already left.

It's not how kind she is, it's just that this young lady is a medicine jar.

Even if she was asked to go to work, if she died suddenly, wouldn't the customer be scared to death?

What's more, no one dared to ask her, it's too bad luck!
Three days later, the night wind came.

The lights are red and the willows are green.

The red hairpin put on her red makeup and held the pipa and began to play the first Fengyue song in her life.

It's just that I didn't expect that just this song would make countless romantic teenagers fall in love with each other, and they rushed to throw red flowers at her.

And the rule of this brothel - "Safflower Pavilion" is that there is a special sale of safflower at the door.

A small red flower is one tael of silver, and a big red flower is ten taels of silver.

The girls rely on the red flowers they get to get a certain amount of remuneration from the bustard, of course, very little.

On the first night, the red hairpin got thousands of red flowers and became famous.

Three months later, her fame had spread throughout Yongzhou, and her alias was Mudan.

This matter quickly reached the ears of the flamboyant Dongfang Qing. At that time, he was still holding two beauties in his arms.

He became interested in this Peony girl all of a sudden, and when he got up the next day, he was ready to return to Mount Qingcheng.

Unexpectedly, the body suffered a backlash and suddenly fainted.

When he woke up, he had already arrived at the official post.

Because of his misbehavior, he did not take office after being appointed as an official, and was removed from his position by the monarch's dismissal order.

Official position is not important to him, anyway, he also thinks being an official is too restrictive.

After returning to the old house in Qingcheng Mountain, he was ready to continue squandering his property.

But that night, just as Dongfang Qing lay down on the bed, Pan Xiaoan turned into a ghost and came looking for him.

"woooo~"

A white figure slowly approached the window, and a cold voice came: "Do you know how cold the water in the Mo River is?"

"Who……"

Dongfang Qing got up in horror, because he usually did a lot of bad things, so he carried a mahogany sword with him.

There was also a little Dao talisman on his body, so the ghost didn't dare to approach.

Just floating in front of his eyes, he said coldly: "Dongfang Qing, I treat you as a brother, but you killed me. I curse you to die..."

"Humph!"

Dongfang Qing snorted coldly: "Who am I, Pan Xiaoan!"

"That's right, I killed you and took your body, so what?"

He had a smug expression on his face, as if he was not afraid of Pan Xiaoan at all.

Jokingly said: "Not only do I want to use your body to enjoy myself and play all over the world, but I also want to marry your fiancée home and let her serve me every day.

Torture her to death again...hahahaha..."

"How dare you! I'll kill you!"

Pan Xiaoan was so angry that he stretched out his claws to pinch Dongfang Qing's neck.

Dongfang Qing was terrified, he pulled out the mahogany sword and stabbed him in the hand.

"呲呲~"

The pierced claw was emitting green smoke, and Pan Xiaoan couldn't attack him at all.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Qingyi was extremely proud.

Fortunately, I had already prepared for it, and ordinary monsters dare not approach at all!
He plucked up his courage, got down from the bed, pointed at Pan Xiao'an with his mahogany sword arrogantly and said, "Why, do you still want to taste this?
You can't beat Laozi when you're alive, and it's even more impossible when you're dead!
Don't say it's you, that stinky mother's family, her father, and three older brothers all died at my hands!
I have committed a heinous crime a long time ago, what am I afraid of, hahahaha..."

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, Dongfang Qing, you won't be proud for long!"

After Pan Xiaoan finished speaking, he was about to leave, but how could Dongfang Qing let him go.

He took out a few long spells and flew over with a mahogany sword.

However, it missed Pan Xiaoan, and the aftermath of the spell burned some of his hair, so Pan Xiaoan had no choice but to speed up and leave.

Dongfang Qing was even more complacent.

"A ghost dares to be presumptuous! Hahahaha..."

Lying on the bed, Dongfang Qing couldn't fall asleep.

Human desire and greed are endless.

Now there is endless property that can't be scattered and spent.

But people are born, old, sick, and die, and they mess with flowers and grass every day. If they die of illness, wouldn't this life be too short?
If one can achieve Taoism and immortality, enjoy endless wealth, endless life, and countless beauties, then life is complete enough!
From this day on, he spent money everywhere to inquire about how to cultivate immortality quickly.

Money can make ghosts grind, and not long after, he got a secret recipe of the evil sect - using elixir to improve basic cultivation, and then using evil magic to absorb the spiritual power of people or demons who have already practiced Taoism.

And the one who provided him with the secret recipe was a Taoist priest in black.

After receiving a lot of money from Dongfang Qing, he began to refine medicine for him.

Seven days later, Dongfang Qing relied on this elixir to reach the early stage of Qi training.

It is said that it is the initial stage of Qi training, but in fact, it is a little stronger than ordinary people, with a little more blood volume and a little faster speed.

He also learned the most basic space-distance imperial object technique.

With this skill, he soon arrived at the Red Flower Pavilion.

In order to make the top Peony girl have a certain favor for her, she spent a lot of money to buy a large number of red flowers.

And when Mudan came out to perform, she saw that the man sitting at the front turned out to be her husband——Pan Xiaoan.

I was excited for a while, but I didn't dare to recognize each other.

With Pan Xiaoan's appearance, Dongfang Qing not only made Mudan willing to play one more song for him, but also asked him to be the first guest to enter the scene.

In the middle of the night, when the red hairpin took off its peony disguise and appeared in front of Dongfang Qing.

His eyes were straightened, but before he saw it, she was actually a red hairpin.

Moreover, after not seeing her for a few months, she has more charm than before.

The weight on the chest seems to be a little bit more.

"Red hairpin..."

Dongfang Qing hugged her and kissed her, as if she was his long-lost lover.

And the red hairpin was also extremely excited, unexpectedly, her husband "recognized" herself a long time ago.

Being the guest of honor, I don't dislike my current status.

After a deep kiss, the red hairpin was already in tears.

She snuggled into Dongfang Qing's arms and said affectionately, "Pan Lang, I knew that one day I could wait for you."

"I've been waiting for this day, I can't wait..."

Dongfang Qing didn't have the heart to talk long and short with her, he just wanted to proceed to the next step without stopping.

……

After half an hour, Hongzan was tired and ready to go to bed.

Looking at the man sleeping soundly next to him, he felt strange.

I used to respect myself so much and never force it.

And now...

If it wasn't for the fact that the skin hasn't changed, I really doubt if it's a different person.

(End of this chapter)