After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

The young man quickly declined: "Girl, take it back quickly. I can't accept this reward. If the girl is willing, please go to the front desk and give her a good review. By the way, my name is Wang Xuan."

"Regarding it as a good review?" Lin Xiaolian clicked her tongue in surprise, "This restaurant really has its differences."

Wang Xuan said: "The shopkeeper is soft-hearted and allows homeless people like us to come in and work. I don't dare to break the rules he set."

Lin Zhiyu then took back the reward, and became a little curious about the owner of this restaurant.

"I've never heard of this vermilion. The three of you sit inside first and I'll go ask." Wang Xuan smiled and ushered them into Box No. 3 of the Magnolia Pavilion.

This Wang Restaurant has a total of five floors, and four levels have been set up according to the needs of customers. Yunxiang Pavilion is the highest, Cuizhu Pavilion is the second, Yulan Pavilion is the third, and Mingyue Room is the last.

The Mingyue Room is the lobby, which is noisy. People are changing glasses here, making it very lively.

The other three are collectively referred to as private rooms. Although Magnolia Hall is only ranked third, the decoration inside is very elegant and simple.

The wooden doors and windows are carved with various birds, animals, insects and fish, and there are various calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, which can be said to be very particular.

"If a big girl wants to talk about something, she naturally has to choose a relatively private place, but not too conspicuous, so I asked someone to get the Magnolia Pavilion number plate."

Qiaoxiu poured a cup of hot tea for Lin Zhiyu.

"You are a lot more attentive." Lin Zhiyu praised, "Come here, Xiaolian, let's see if there is anything you want to eat."

Lin Xiaolian couldn't help but feel happy. She hadn't eaten much in the past two days, so she finally had an opportunity to feast, so naturally she couldn't let it go.

"But Miss, why are you looking for this vermilion?" Halfway through ordering, Lin Xiaolian remembered the name she heard downstairs, which was familiar yet unfamiliar.

Qiao Xiu took the menu and asked doubtfully: "Do you want Zhu Hong to make what Aunt Zhang did to the public?"

"I want more than that." Lin Zhiyu looked at the waterside pavilion outside the window with a long look.

This is really too cheap for Zhang Xiuli.

"Sorry to bother you, can I come in?"

A woman's voice sounded outside the door, a little hoarse.

"Come in." Lin Zhiyu put down the tea cup.

The woman outside the door got permission and then gently opened the door and came in.

The visitor was only thirty years old. He was wearing a shirt made of gray gebu. His hair was tightly tied on the back of his head and covered with a gray turban. There was a hint of white hair between the temples.

"Are you Zhu Hong?"

Zhu Hong nodded: "Three guests, what do you want from me?"

Lin Zhiyu nodded to Qiao Xiu, who immediately closed the door.

"When you left the Prime Minister's Mansion, I was not born yet." Lin Zhiyu said.

"Prime Minister's Mansion?" Zhu Hong was shocked, "Are you the eldest lady's daughter?"

"Yes." Lin Zhiyu's eyes fell on her hands. She was obviously the same age as Bicui, but her red hands had become visibly rough due to long-term soaking.

"My mother has passed away, and I am looking for you this time because of that old incident."

Zhu Hong was so frightened that she fell to the ground: "What old memories? I don't know anything! I am just a dishwasher now. As a big girl, you should find someone else."

"Why are you panicking?" Lin Zhiyu looked at her calmly.

It's no wonder that Zhang Xiuli wants to drive her out of the house. This Zhuhong's appearance is indeed good. Even if her face has a little vicissitudes of life, if she takes care of her later, she can still be regarded as charming.

"My father has never had a second marriage. Now the family is in need of a responsible person. I accidentally heard about your story and found this place." "Are you willing to return to the Prime Minister's house?"

Lin Zhiyu got straight to the point and stated his intention directly.

These words were like a thunder that struck the remaining three people except Lin Zhiyu to pieces.

"Little Miss, are you... looking for a new mother for yourself?" Lin Xiaolian even suspected that there was something wrong with her ears.

There was also a look of shock on Zhu Hong's face: "Girl, please stop making fun of me! I was driven out of the house by Mrs. Lin herself. How can I, a low-level maid, follow the Prime Minister?"

"As long as you are willing, I can take care of the rest for you."

Lin Zhiyu took another empty cup, poured half a cup of tea, and pushed it in front of Zhu Hong.

"You don't have to refuse in a hurry. Let's sit down and talk slowly."

Zhu Hong was trembling, not daring to sit down anywhere: "I am a sinner in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and this Xizi Street can give me a place to stay. Although my life now is a bit hard, at least it is stable."

"And...I also asked the matchmaker to arrange the kiss."

Lin Zhiyu frowned.

Last night, Qiao Xiu also briefly explained Zhu Hong's situation to Lin Zhiyu.

She was kicked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion by Mrs. Lin, and had nowhere to go in the capital. She first went to Zui Chunfeng to attend to the daily lives of those girls.

It was probably because Zhu Hong had been a maid in a wealthy family since she was a child. She was very high-spirited and didn't like people from other religions, so she later worked as a mediocre dishwasher in Wang Restaurant.

There were matchmakers who came to arrange marriage before, but less than three months after Zhu Hong got married, her husband died of illness.

Some people even said that she was kicked out of the Prime Minister's Office because she was too tough and killed people.

Because of Zhu Hong's experience, no good family was willing to take her, so Lin Zhiyu thought of taking her back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

It would be better to demolish a temple than ruin a marriage. If Zhu Hong finds a good home, how can he drag her back to the wolf's den of the Prime Minister's Mansion?

"I have neglected this point. You have reached your age. For ordinary people, the children would already be older."

Lin Zhiyu took a sip of tea.

"You are helpless in the capital. Since you are leaving from the Prime Minister's Mansion, I should prepare some dowry for you."

"No, no, no." Zhu Hong waved her hands repeatedly, "I can be considered as indirectly harming the eldest lady. The eldest lady didn't arrest me and take me to the government. It was a mercy. How dare I have the nerve to win money again."

"I don't want you to take it for free, I just want to ask another question." Lin Zhiyu said, "Do you know the two midwives of Zhang Xiuli back then?"

"One of them has died of illness, and the other Aunt Ma is my future mother-in-law." Zhu Hong lowered her head.

It's really a hit and miss.

But Zhu Hong paused and then said cautiously: "My mother-in-law knows what happened back then, but she took Zhang Xiuli's money and may not be willing to testify."

Lin Zhiyu said: "It's okay. Since you can tell this matter, I am already very grateful."

She drank all the tea on the table, took out a few gold leaves from her pocket, and stuffed them into Zhu Hong's hands.

Zhu Hong hesitated for a moment, then took it.

"Girl, what you are talking about is not that I don't want to do it, but that this person must have someone to rely on. I am already at this age and I really can't stand anything more."

She thanked her, bowed her head, and walked out of the box.

Qiaoxiu shook her head: "There are people in this world who want to marry a cripple despite their wealth and wealth."