Gao Wu's harem started from a brothel

She wanted to scream, but the fear made it impossible for Mrs. Zhang to make a sound. She could only close her eyes and tell herself again and again.

This is a dream, this must be a dream.

"Snapped."

A crisp slap sounded.

"Watch carefully and learn well. I'll have to trouble Madam to clean it up for me later."

As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Ningyun, who was moving up and down, paused, and then worked even harder.

"good."

Zheng Yi patted Zhang Ningyun on the head to show encouragement.

Mrs. Zhang's body trembled, and she wanted to raise her hand to slap him away, but she saw her daughter moving up and down without any effort. Her body went limp for a moment, and she was overwhelmed with emotions.

The author says:

Author's words: Thanks to 16699814987 for the reward.

Very bad, maybe I was too sleepy, I felt like I couldn't write anything, I deleted it several times and wrote for three hours. It still doesn't feel right, I'll try again when I have a chance.

Fatigue updating is not a good idea.

Chapter 1688 is excellent (thanks to 1699 and for the reward)

"Squeak..."

The door slowly opened to both sides, and the morning light spread onto the ground through the gap in the door, illuminating a mess.

The clothes were torn to shreds, and two bodies were lying cross-legged on the bed.

The younger ones had a lingering look on their faces, their eyes were half-closed, and they seemed to be in a trance.

The slightly older one was lying in the corner, holding his chest with both hands in pain, but his palms were too small, and the undulating whiteness of his skin was easily highlighted.

"call."

Zheng Yi shook off the dust on his body with a refreshed look, turned around and said calmly: "I believe our Madam Zhang would not want the county magistrate to know about your mother and daughter's experience."

"Yun'er, persuade your mother."

Hearing the voice, Zhang Ningyun's dazed eyes slightly focused and looked at Zheng Yi.

The morning light shines on my face.

The beautiful eyebrows and deep eyes complement each other, and the angular face reveals delicate curves and a firm expression, which is handsome and elegant.

"Of course Yun'er listens to her father's words."

His lips were slightly open, and there was a hint of turbidity around his moist mouth, and his voice had the crisp clarity that was unique to a person of eighteen or nineteen.

"It better be."

Zheng Yi shook his head, smiled, and his eyes fell on the generosity of Mrs. Zhang next to him.

Feeling the gaze, Mrs. Zhang shuddered violently, lowered her head, curled up her legs slightly, and kept muttering.

It seemed like he was reciting some unknown scripture.

"Ah."

Zheng Yi chuckled and said no more. He turned around and walked out. There was no trace of his several jumps.

……

"Yun'er, Yun'er." After Zheng Yi left, Mrs. Zhang gathered her strength and hugged Zhang Ningyun tightly, tears in her eyes and sobbing: "Why didn't you tell me, you bastard?"

Zhang Ningyun wiped the corners of her mouth, struggled to free herself with her arms, and laughed softly: "Tell me, who should I tell? Should I tell my stepfather who has always been interested in my daughter, or my biological mother who agreed to let me marry the brothel guard?"

"Besides, you know everything today, right? Even the size, posture and strength are clear to you."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Yun'er..." Mrs. Zhang was stunned and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Recalling the absurdity of last night, she covered her red lips with her palms, feeling a nausea in her stomach, and quickly crawled to the bed and began to dry heave.

Zhang Ningyun looked at the waves caused by crawling and couldn't help saying, "You have a better figure, mother. My father was really pleased with your hugeness last night."

"Ahem." Listening to her daughter's cold words, Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but feel sad: "You."

The white and tender embroidery fingers stretched out, paused, and then fell down weakly.

Mrs. Zhang thought of her daughter's defense of her last night, and her already small anger dissipated.

"What should I do..."

"What can I do?" Zhang Ningyun said calmly with a blush on her face: "Let's not talk about whether my old-fashioned stepfather will be furious in this situation, aren't you afraid that he will come to possess me again, and then we, mother and daughter, will be under the crotch of the same man again."

"what."

Mrs. Zhang's mind was filled with random thoughts.

Since she remarried her younger uncle and came to this remote Ziyang County, she actually didn't have much of a sense of shame.

If County Magistrate Zhang really knew about this, it is hard to imagine what ridiculous thing he would do in this unfamiliar place.

"You should think about how to find a body technique." Zhang Ningyun looked at the dullness in Madam Zhang's eyes, and a trace of pity rose in his eyes. He comforted her: "Zheng Lang is young and handsome, and his martial arts progress is fast. No matter how you look at it, he is better than that old man. If you think about it carefully, it's not a loss."

After saying this, Mrs. Zhang felt the lingering feeling between her legs and looked at Zhang Ningyun again.

After looking at each other in silence for a while, the two could no longer hold back and hugged each other and cried quietly.

Outside the boudoir window.

Zheng Yi stood there quietly.

"Zhang Ningyun is quite sensible. She can be a little gentler next time." Zheng Yisong took a deep breath and crushed the stone in his hand that he was ready to throw into powder.

I'm not afraid. How could I not be afraid?

This is such an exciting thing, how could one just turn around and expect the mother and daughter to redeem themselves?

If such a mess breaks out, it will be more serious than if the two of them died in there.

He immediately ignored the sobbing in the house and nimbly climbed onto the roof.

After a few jumps, he jumped into the alley and disappeared.

……

"call……"

early morning,

The chill is not noticeable, but it penetrates into the bones.

There were still traces of water on the streets left by the early morning cleaning, which took a long time to disappear.

People passing by on the road were huddled up, with sleepy looks on their faces, and they numbly hurried to where they wanted to go.

The morning tea stalls at the market are set up as early as ever.

Although the number of people eating there was not quite up to par, the stall owner was still busy in this chilly morning, with some sweat on his forehead.

The boiling water was emitting white smoke, and the tattered banners were covered with steam. A closer look revealed that even though they were a little worn, they were not stained with oil.

"Boss, one serving of morning tea, two pieces of crispy meat, and one pickled egg."

Zheng Yi greeted him, adjusted the hem of his trousers, skillfully pulled over a stool, sat down against the wall, and began tapping his fingers on the table.

Not long after.

The stall owner came over holding an old wooden board.

"Mr. Zheng, all the seasonings are the same as usual."

"of course."

Zheng Yi yawned, nodded, and replied casually.

With his powerful strength and abundant singularities, he shouldn't feel tired even if he tossed around for a few nights.

He was not exhausted, just a little tired. After each impulse, he would always feel a little tired. He thought it would be better to do less of such boring things as they would affect the progress of his martial arts too much.

If he hadn't had Hope's assistance, his strength would have been impossible to improve long ago.

"I see there are fewer people today?" Zheng Yi glanced casually and started a conversation with the stall owner.

"Ah."

The person in front of me had white hair and a face full of wrinkles, but he held the plate steadily with his wrinkled hands, looking like an ordinary elderly person selling food.

The stall owner nodded and smiled bitterly, saying in a dry voice, "It seems something happened outside. The number of vendors passing by is decreasing day by day. Not to mention the customers, even some seasonings are hard to buy."

“Less and less.”

Zheng Yi took the wooden tray from the stall owner, put the few foods on it, put a piece of crispy meat into his mouth and chewed it, wondering: "I asked around, the war is far away from us, why are there fewer and fewer merchants coming and going?"

"It's far." The stall owner nodded:

"My old customer said that there seemed to be a group of robbers on the way to Ziyang. That would be very troublesome."

"Is this true?" Zheng Yi thought secretly in his heart.

If such a thing happened, County Magistrate Zhang should be the first to know it, but seeing him smiling and seemingly unaffected, could it be that he did it himself?

"Shouldn't it be? Shouldn't the government handle this matter?"

Zheng Yi had a calm expression. He picked up his morning tea, took a big sip, and then savored it slowly in his mouth.

"It's no use. Those officials are only looking at the county. It's too far and they definitely won't want to do it." The old man had a helpless look on his face.

"Besides, they are just peddlers, and they can't affect the lives of officials."

The stall owner sighed sadly: "Maybe I will have to raise the price like Zhang the butcher."

"It should be fine after a while." After eating, Zheng Yi took out some coins and comforted her.

"It would be nice if that were the case."

……

In the morning, the crowd at the entrance of Tianxiang Tower was as large as it was at nightfall, with people dressed in silks and satins and white clothes.

The rich had rosy faces and the scholars were elegant and graceful, but they were much quieter than when they came. When they met someone they knew, they just smiled at each other and then went home, each holding their own waist.

Mother Liu was also standing at the door with a sleepy look on her face, greeting everyone in a charming manner.

It doesn't matter, it's just: "Sir, come again, Sir, take care."

She has to be on duty every night.

The reason why Tianxianglou is so popular is not only because of the secrets of the girls, but also because of Mama Liu who worked all night to deal with unexpected events.

There are slightly fewer people.

County Magistrate Zhang walked out of Tianxiang Tower contentedly, looking a little sleepy.

He was in a very good mood at the moment. The girl in Tianxiang Tower was very obedient and very versatile. She was much better than the lady at home who only knew how to jump around and lay like a corpse on the bed.

If he was young, he could still rely on his strong firepower to turn passivity into initiative, but now that he is old, such non-cooperation becomes increasingly unpleasant.

That can't compare to the group of proactive and sensible young girls in Tianxianglou.

"I haven't seen my nephew this evening. I guess he must have been practicing martial arts very hard."

Magistrate Zhang greeted Mother Liu with a smile.

"Look, that's your good nephew."

Mother Liu rolled her eyes and pointed her fair and tender finger at Zheng Yi who was rushing over.

"I don't know who I learned this from, but I have to drink salty soup when I wake up in the morning."

When Zheng Yi saw Magistrate Zhang from afar, his heart skipped a beat, but he walked over with a calm expression.

"I heard a few days ago that my nephew was very hardworking. Now I see that he can stay at home at night in Tianxiang Tower. I think the rumors are true."

Magistrate Zhang smiled and patted Zheng Yi on the shoulder, his tone quite encouraging.

Zheng Yi bowed his head slightly and said: "It is all because of my father-in-law's appreciation. I will do my best."

Magistrate Zhang laughed loudly: "That's not just my achievement. Yun'er and your mother-in-law also admire you very much."