No matter how Lin Qingqing cried, she was still sent to Yanxiang Pavilion by A Qing's wife.

The mother in charge of Yanxiang Pavilion is surnamed Qiao. She is in her fifties but has raised countless "daughters", one after another. Now she has raised twelve "daughters". The oldest is in her early twenties, and the youngest is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but each of them is beautiful and has a high talent. No matter who the "daughters" were named after entering Yanxiang Pavilion, they would have no surnames and would start with "xiang".

Those who come to Yanxiang Pavilion are mostly high-ranking officials and literati and talented people. They come to Yanxiang Pavilion to listen to music and zither, and are proud to be able to recite poems with these girls. Among the twelve people, the one named Xiangning is the best among them, and the "Courtess" who are the most favored by Qiao's mother.

Qiao's mother's room is located on the second floor of the backyard with two entrances. She stands by the window. She can not only watch the guests' travels through the middle window of the front yard, but also observe the working status of the servants in the back yard.

Mother Qiao looks gentle, dignified and generous, not like the legendary vicious madam.

He glanced at Lin Qingqing who was huddling in the corner of the wall. Mother Qiao did not mean to move her closer, but asked, "Little Nannan, how old are you this year?"

Lin Qingqing glanced at her timidly and immediately lowered her head.

Seeing that Lin Qingqing didn't answer, she was not angry, and just said slowly: "Look at your height, you are only eleven or twelve years old, right? I'm so pitiful, I'm too thin."

The maid Miao, who was serving the side, said, "It's probably not enough to eat at home and I'm hungry."

Mother Qiao sighed softly and said, "There are chaos these days, and it's not that the family lacks food and use, so why should I send my children here?"

When Lin Qingqing heard her say this, she suddenly raised her head: "Are you in charge of the business here? Please, let me go home!"

When Qiao heard her words, she covered her mouth and smiled: "This child, if you still have a home, how could you enter this door? Your family signed and wrote and stamped, you can't leave."

He waved to Lin Qingqing, and Mama Qiao continued, "Don't be afraid. As long as you are obedient here, you can read good books and practice the piano well, you will live the life of a daughter-in-law."

When Lin Qingqing was a child, she vaguely knew the tragic fate of a woman who was leaning against the door and laughing. At this time, she heard the words of Qiao's mother, and looked at Qiao's mother in a daze, but Lin Qingqing did not move.

Mother Qiao didn't care about her, and turned to Miao and told her, "This little girl is so handsome and has a clear mouth. After eating the night dinner, she asked Mr. Liang to test it. If it was a piece of material for studying and studying, she would send the remaining ocean to her home."

It turns out that all girls sold to Yanxiang Pavilion must go through this Mr. Liang exam. If they know how to read and read or have the talent to study, they will be cursed and become polite husbands by cultivation. Those who only have appearance but no talent will be sold to restaurants. Those who are inferior will be left to be the girls' personal maids. Therefore, Yanxiang Pavilion often only pays half the deposit to the seller, and after they set their identities, they will pay the rest.

Hearing the words of Mama Qiao, Lin Qingqing lowered her head, twisted the corner of her clothes for a quarter of an hour, and asked with courage: "Can you really read and read here?"

Mother Qiao nodded and smiled and said, "If you are a piece of study material, I will ask Mr. Liang to teach you well. Mr. Liang passed the provincial examination in his early years and passed the Jieyuan... In the future, I will ask the master to teach you how to play the piano, play chess, and paint. You can still learn those ladies from the official family!"

Although Lin Qingqing is a child, she also knows in her heart that there is no benefit in the world. But in front of her, she knows that she has no choice but to let Mr. Liang take over her, at least she doesn't have to be resold to a restaurant.

After dinner, the door of Yanxiang Pavilion was filled with fragrant cars and BMWs. Unlike the noisy and noisy restaurants and brothels, only melodious and melodious piano music and singings came from the front yard. The benefactors came to see the name, or the girls they had agreed to like were all reserved, polite and graceful.

In the study room in the backyard, Mr. Liang learned that Lin Qingqing had entered the school and had read books, so he looked at her a little differently. After examining her several poems, he saw that she could answer them smoothly, and immediately expressed his opinion to Qiao's mother: "At a young age, I have read a lot of books. I was probably a good child in the past."

Mother Qiao was full of joy: "Okay! From tomorrow on, let her follow the teacher with Xiangrou." Turning to look at Lin Qingqing, Mother Qiao asked: "How old are you this year? What day is your birthday? I'll give you a name."

Lin Qingqing hesitated and said, "August is my thirteenth birthday...but, I don't want to change my name, I have a name, my name is Lin Qingqing."

Since my father passed away on his birthday, Lin Qingqing has never wanted to mention her exact birthday to anyone. It is a kind of escape and another kind of nostalgia.

"Qingqing? You are so charming, all the people are in full bloom! You are destined to come to Yinxiang Pavilion." Mother Qiao teased.

Lin Qingqing's face turned red and argued: "You talk nonsense! This is the name my father gave me, I don't want to change it!"

The voice of Qiao's mother still sounded lukewarm, but her expression was not angry and powerful: "Nannan, if you enter the Yanxiang Pavilion, you must follow the rules here. Be obedient and have a good life in the future... I am not happy to be angry with people..."

"Oh, by the way, Mrs. Miao, I will start to bind her feet today. How can you be happy with these big feet in the future?"

Miao said: "It's probably too late for her age."

Mother Qiao said coldly: "It will grow longer. It's better to get entangled now than not."

When Lin Qingqing heard the conversation between them, she looked at Mama Qiao in a straight face, and couldn't help but clench her fists.

Seeing her like this, Mama Qiao was happy: "I have raised so many daughters. The first time someone dares to see me like this... Ha, Nannan, I like you!" Wen Yin is a good guy, and she is a good guy. 'This is suitable for you, soft on the outside and hard on the inside. Just take the word 'Yin', and you will call it Xiangyin in the future!"

In the bedroom, Lin Qingqing's tears wet the quilt. Not only because of the pain of foot binding, but also because of the orphan named Lin Qingqing, there was no more orphan in this world, but there was a little Qing Gong named Xiangyin.

The first time Lin Qingqing met Xiangrou was in Mr. Liang's class. Xiangrou looked thirteen or fourteen years old, gentle and charming, and generous. Xiangrou was very happy to know that Lin Qingqing would be with her classmates in the future.

After patting the bamboo chair beside him, Kazuru said, "Sir, you will always come later if you don't live here, so you can sit!"

Lin Qingqing nodded timidly, but because of the pain caused by her newly wrapped feet, she walked to the bamboo chair with difficulty.

Xiangrou pulled Lin Qingqing and said, "Sit! Are you just bound your feet? I remember when my mother bound my feet when she was a child, I cried for three days... It's okay, I'll get used to it in a few days."

Seeing Lin Qingqing nodding, Xiangrou said again: "My name is Xiangrou, I know your name is Xiangyin, the new one."

Lin Qingqing was a little surprised and raised her head and looked at Xiangrou steadily.

"Not all girls sold to Yanxiang Pavilion can be taught here by Mr. Liang. Yesterday, my mother Qiao told me that a new partner came. I am the only one here, very lonely. It's great that you are here, I will have a companion."

Seeing that Lin Qingqing was still silent, Xiangrou continued, "I am fifteen years old and born on August 19th. We should be the same age, right?"

Maybe it was Xiangrou's enthusiasm, or maybe it was because of her peers, Lin Qingqing gradually stopped shy. She nodded and Lin Qingqing said, "I was born in August, I was thirteen years old."

When Xiangrou heard that Qingqing was two years younger than her but was the same month with her, she immediately became happy: "That's great, you are the little sister, we will be good friends!"
Chapter completed!