Become a fairy against the water

Chapter 125 My sister is Cheng San
The south of the city and the west of the city are both mortal areas, but the south of the city is more dilapidated than the west of the city. Let’s put it this way, the west of the city is considered a civilian area, while the south of the city is a poor area. That’s why when Lin Qingquan approached the south of the city, there were a group of ragged children Surrounded up.

"My lord, you are as kind-hearted as Miss Qing Lan!"

"My lord, I wish you an early breakthrough and become a heavenly master!"

"My lord, you are so heroic and extraordinary, Miss Qinglan will definitely admire you."

The oldest of these children is no more than ten years old, but their mouths are very clever. The small mouths make the faces of the young monks blush, and they are in a good mood. We are also very happy to receive the cash.

Lin Qingquan looked amused, this Song Qinglan can be regarded as driving the economy in the south of the city!

She took out a piece of broken silver from her bosom, and also took out the bunch of candied haws, and waved to a thin little boy who couldn't grab the silver. The little boy's eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped on his short legs ran over.

"Take me to Miss Qing Lan's porridge place, and I will give you the silver and candied haws." Lin Qingquan tried to speak softly, but she has been serious for too long, such things as gentleness are gone forever for Huang He!

Fortunately, the little boy was not afraid of Lin Qingquan's stern face, so he respectfully took the silver and candied haws, gave the candied haws to another younger boy, and led Lin Qingquan away.

"Miss Qinglan is serving porridge in front, sir, look."

The porridge place is not far away, you can walk there in a few steps, Lin Qingquan can actually find it without a little boy leading the way, she is just a rare gentleness.

In the arena, a girl in a light smoky tulle is patiently filling the porridge in the pot and handing it to the people who are queuing up to grab the porridge.

It's hard to tell whether the girl's appearance is beautiful or not, she's covered by a veil, but her figure is pretty good, graceful and graceful, with front-convex-back-up, looking at the enthusiasm in the eyes of the men below, I think this Song Qinglan looks pretty good It is peerless, otherwise, she would not be named the Shuangshu of the Heavenly Capital.

Lin Qingquan rubbed his chin and looked at it with great interest. The two white lotus flowers were quite interesting. One gave clothes and the other gave medicinal porridge. They were scrambling to create a good reputation for themselves.

Strength is the most important thing in the world of comprehension, and reputation is of no use!

But now it seems that this Song Qinglan's methods are obviously much more sophisticated than that Miss Shangguan.

Which idiot would be so stupid as to give away the clothes he has worn?

And she's still a girl in her boudoir, so she doesn't want to avoid suspicion or anything!

This Shangguan Yun is not stupid, what is it?
Relatively speaking, this Song girl is much smarter. A handful of rice and a bucket of water can cook a pot. It looks like a lot, and the money is not much. She has earned a reputation and won't make people dirty sick.

Lin Qingquan glanced at Song Tianci, who was standing upright, and didn't intend to do it now. Song Qinglan's guards had at least ten heavenly masters, and she was not sure that she would be able to retreat after killing Song Tianci. !
Lin Qingquan, who was about to go back, saw the little boy still standing beside her, and couldn't help asking, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"I thought you have something to ask me, my lord." The boy said with a sigh of relief.

Lin Qingquan smiled, and took out another piece of silver for him. Just as the boy was about to refuse, Lin Qingquan asked, "I still have a question for you. Why don't you go to the line to get the porridge?"

Lin Qingquan was indeed very curious. She took a general look just now and found that the person receiving the porridge was dressed cleanly and did not look like a particularly poor person, which was a bit strange.

The boy glanced at the guards of the Song family above him, with disdain flashing in his eyes. Although he was quick, he couldn't escape Lin Qingquan's sharp eyes. It seems that this little boy also has a story!
"My lord, it's inconvenient to talk here, why not?" The little boy looked at the Song family very jealous.

In normal times, Lin Qingquan would not have such a carefree mood, but she was in a good mood today, so she followed the boy to a place where there were few people.

"My lord, these porridge recipients were arranged by the Song family. They pretended to be ordinary people and lined up to receive the porridge. In fact, they threw away the porridge in the end, and no one drank it at all." The boy whispered.

Lin Qingquan raised his eyebrows, became interested, took another piece of silver, and signaled the boy to continue talking.

When the boy saw Yinzi, he even came to talk. He looked around and said in a low voice, "My lord, you don't know that this Miss Song is not as kind as the rumors outside. I heard that this Miss Song has a bad temper. Poison, what I like the most is torturing servants, I heard that many servants in the Song Mansion die of illness every year for no reason, and they are all tortured to death by Miss Song."

Daring or a psychopath?
"What about Miss Shangguan? I heard that she gives away all the clothes she wears!"

The look on the boy's face was even more disdainful, "Come on, what are you giving away? Those clothes were all snatched by the second dealer and sold to the young master."

Speaking of this, a sly smile appeared on the boy's dirty face, and he lowered his voice and said: "My lord, you don't know, but I heard that after those sons bought Miss Shangguan's clothes, they put them on the clothes every day and night." Cuddled in the bed to sleep, some of them can do that indecent thing, I am really too ashamed to say it."

Lin Qingquan couldn't help being amused, and deliberately asked: "Then why do you have the nerve to say it?"

The boy was not embarrassed at all, and said very seriously: "Isn't this what you want to know, my lord? The little one took your money, so naturally he knows everything and knows everything."

Lin Qingquan's heart was blocked and he was speechless.

"Then you are not afraid that I will go to the Shangguan Mansion and the Song Mansion to sue? You can't afford to walk around with your small body." Lin Qingquan frightened him.

The boy was not frightened at all, he blinked and said: "My lord, you wouldn't do that, and Xiaosi knows you are a good person."

Lin Qingquan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. In more than 500 years, this was the first time someone said she was a good person!

In the first life, everyone praised her as a good person, but good people have no luck!

The boy, Xiaosi, was terrified by Lin Qingquan's laughter. Damn, it couldn't be that he was flattered and slapped on the horse's leg, right?
"I'm not a good person, but a very bad person." Lin Qingquan said solemnly.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, and said cheerfully: "My sister said that most of those who say they are bad people are not bad people, and most of those who say they are good people are not good people."

Lin Qingquan laughed again, this boy is really interesting, and so is his sister.

"Your sister can see clearly. What's her name?"

The boy suddenly seemed to be a different person, with a neck as straight as a rooster, and he replied very seriously: "My sister is Cheng San, Wang Cheng of Hekou, one two three three."

(End of this chapter)