Chapter 206: Changes in the Pattern (III)

At dusk, Zhang Huan left Pei's mansion under the escort of 300 personal soldiers. Pei Jun was extremely busy these days and almost never stayed in the mansion. Zhang Huan was uncomfortable living in Pei's mansion, so he simply moved to the Quan House in Yongjiafang.

The group drove into Yongjiafang in a mighty manner, but saw several carriages parked in front of the mansion from afar, "Go and see, who is visiting?"

A personal soldier ran away for a moment, and Manager Sun from the Quanzhai followed him and reported: "Master, the guests who came in the morning just sent more than a dozen maids. Should we collect them or not?"

"Guest?" Zhang Huan realized after a second thought. This was sent by Zhu Tao. It was difficult for him to think so thoughtfully. Zhang Huan nodded, "Then accept it!"

After two steps, Zhang Huan called two more personal soldiers and told them: "Look at this carriage and see where they went in the end?"

Two personal soldiers led the order and went there quickly.

Zhang Huan entered the mansion and saw twelve young women standing tall and short in the living room, with beautiful eyebrows and appearances mostly in the upper middle and upper class, barely called beautiful. Perhaps because of the long-term beauty of Cui and Pei, Zhang Huan looked around and found a satisfied person. He was a little disappointed and walked until the end. Zhang Huan's eyes suddenly lit up. The last woman was indeed a little different. Everyone else was timid and waiting for her to fall, but she stood a little bit, looking outstanding.

She saw her skin white and tender, her figure was graceful and fleshy, her rose-colored lips were slightly bent, rosy and plump, and her eyes were very big, and she was secretly looking at her new owner. When she saw Zhang Huan paying attention to her, she immediately lowered her head, and then she raised her eyes slightly, revealing a playful smile.

Zhang Huanxin was a little hot. He knew that the person Zhu Tao was actually sending was her, so he smiled slightly and turned to Manager Sun and said, "Except for the last person to stay and serve me, you can take the rest, stay here first, do some chores, and arrange them when the mistress comes in the future."

Manager Sun nodded quickly and agreed, and took a group of maids to the side room. Only Zhang Huan and the maid with big eyes were left in the lobby. Zhang Huan smiled, turned around and walked towards the study. The maid hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and followed him.

When she arrived at the study, Zhang Huan unfolded a piece of paper, licked the pen and licked the ink, sat down and wrote the letter, while the maid stood by her hands hanging down. Perhaps because she was alone with Zhang Huan, her playfulness just now was gone, and she seemed a little cramped.

"What's your name?" Zhang Huan asked while writing, while trying to calm his tone.

"I'm called Chunshui." The woman named Chunshui replied in a low voice.

"Chunshui? Well, I will call you Chunshui from now on." Zhang Huan smiled and asked again, "What is your original surname? Who is your origin?"

"I'm a native of Shu County."

"Yang?" Hearing this sensitive name, Zhang Huan couldn't help but put down his pen and looked at her carefully. Seeing a trace of panic flashing in her eyes, Zhang Huan looked at her for a long time and suddenly asked, "Do you have anything to do with the Yang family in Shu County?"

Her face suddenly turned red, not the kind of shy redness, but the kind of swollen redness that was exposed by someone's background.

Seeing that the woman named Chunshui bowed her head and remained silent, and did not deny it. She had already understood eight or nine minutes in her heart, and she whispered: "Come here!"

His voice was not loud, but she could not resist.

Yang Chunshui slowly walked forward, buried her head deeper. Zhang Huan raised her chin and raised her face, but one hand reached into her clothes to grop, "Do you know what I chose you to do?"

She nodded gently, her eyes closed tightly, and her body was trembling slightly, but she had no intention of resisting. She let his hands swim on her body. After a while, a little tears slowly emerged from the corner of her eyes and her head turned over.

Zhang Huan saw it and couldn't help but sneer. He put one hand on her waist and prevented her from moving, while the other hand rubbed her plump body harder, without any sympathy. With a "sneer!", he tore the long skirt under her and directly penetrated her panties.

Yang Chunshui was trembling all over, and his waist suddenly bowed, like a frightened shrimp, with pleading and fear in his eyes, but this fear flashed by. She seemed to have thought of something, and her waist slowly stopped straightening again, and she allowed Zhang Huan's hand to touch her deepest part as if she accepted her fate.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Huan suddenly pushed her away and said coldly: "Do you want to sacrifice yourself and ask me for something?"

"I don't dare!" Yang Chunshui saw Zhang Huan's cold face, so she quickly squeezed out a charming smile, trying to please Zhang Huan.

"I won't admit it yet, get out of here!"

When Yang Chunshui saw that Zhang Huan was already angry, she was so scared that she knelt down, kowtowed to Zhang Huan a few times, and begged repeatedly: "I am willing to serve Governor Zhang as a cow or a horse, and I just want Governor Zhang not to drive me away."

"Now I'm not called me now?" Zhang Huan looked at her and sneered, "If I ask you, just answer honestly. Don't play tricks in front of me, otherwise I will let you serve my personal soldiers."

"I am indeed the daughter of the Yang family, and my father is the governor Yang of Langzhong County."

"Wait!" Zhang Huan suddenly interrupted her, "Is it Yang Qi's eldest son, Yang Ming?"

"Yes!" Yang Chunshui knelt on the ground. Thinking that the Yang family was killed all over the family, she couldn't help but cry in a low voice, "My father reminded her grandfather to be careful of the Zhu Li thief. Unexpectedly, she was killed on the way back. I and my mother rushed to Langzhong to handle the funeral for my father, but just happened to hide."

"What happened later? Why did you fall into Zhu Tao's hands again?" The coldness in Zhang Huan's tone gradually faded.

"Later, Langzhong was captured by thieves, and my mother and I were caught in the military camp. My mother could not bear the humiliation and died. However, I was not humiliated because of my beauty. Instead, I was given to the thief general Zhu Tao with more than 20 other people. He collected more than 300 women like us. He asked someone to teach us singing and dancing, and picked three of them as the leader. I was one of them."

"Does he know you are Yang Ming's daughter?"

Yang Chunshui shook his head, "If he had known, he would have killed me long ago."

"That's true." Zhang Huan smiled, pondered for a moment and said, "You can follow me in the future! But don't expect me to avenge you. That's your grandfather's ridiculous retribution, no wonder Zhu Li."

Although Yang Chunshui was a little disappointed, her heart fell down. She knew that she would be given as a gift sooner or later, which was her life. However, giving it to a young and heroic general like Zhang Huan was a blessing in disgrace. She kowtowed to Zhang Huan again and whispered: "Thank you for your pity!"

Zhang Huan waved her hand and asked her to get up. He said lightly: "But if you want to forget that you were the daughter of the Yang family in the future, just treat yourself as a dancer. In this way, I may be able to accept you, do you know?"

"Yes!" Yang Chunshui stood up and asked timidly: "I'll go make the bed for the master."

At this time, Zhang Huan suddenly felt a little pitiful. A few months ago, she was a daughter of a noble family who wanted to serve, but now she has become a serving others. Wealth is really like a passing cloud, but she is pitiful, but Zhang Huan doesn't want to change anything. This is her life.

"I'm going out for a while. You pack up the bed for me and go to rest by yourself! I will ask Manager Sun to arrange your room, and you won't need to serve you tonight." Zhang Huan took a few steps and saw that there was Qi Rong in her face. He knew that she had misunderstood, so he reached out and hugged her, patted her on the face and smiled: "When will you restore the playful appearance in the hall, I will take you as a concubine."

Yang Chunshui looked at Zhang Huan's back and his eyes gradually lit up. She understood what Zhang Huan meant, hoping to get to know her for more time.

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Zhang Huan left the mansion, and the night had just begun to fall. There were still many pedestrians on the road. Most restaurants and restaurants had just entered the time of business prosperity.

Zhang Huan felt a little bored. Originally, Yang Chunshui aroused his lust, but her life experience wiped out his joy. At this moment, his lust had faded, but he was even more lonely and unbearable. There was only one person in his heart at this moment.

Zhang Huan brought only a few personal soldiers and rented a gorgeous carriage to the Prime Minister's Mansion in Xuanyangfang. The front of the Prime Minister's Mansion was still as deserted as during the day. The doors were tightly closed. A large lantern with dim lights hung on it, and a large sign that was ignored under the lantern.

Zhang Huan gave a few instructions to a personal soldier. The personal soldier understood it, so he ran up the steps and knocked on the door. The door opened a crack. The personal soldier pointed at Zhang Huan's carriage and said a few words, and stuffed something to the doorman. The doorman looked out and looked at it, and said, "Please ask Miss Changsun to report to the lady now."

Cui Ning was sitting in her room at this time. Her father had already gone to bed early after taking the medicine, but Cui Ning couldn't sleep. She sat in front of the mirror and stared blankly at the haggard face in the mirror.

Her father's serious illness made her heart extremely weak, especially on the cold and desolate nights, loneliness quietly swallowed her.

At this moment, Cui Ning's heart was filled with melancholy and loss. This melancholy only suddenly existed today. Over the past year, the self-blame of elopement and the promise to her father were like a heavy rock, suppressing her love tightly, making her afraid to love, and even deliberately escaping. She could only watch the flower of love blooming through the flowering season, gradually becoming irreverent. Until today, she finally came back to visit her father, and the big rock in her heart was suddenly removed.

The flower of love, which has been suppressed for many years and almost withered for many years, bloomed brightly again, just like a tide rushing. She suddenly missed her beloved man unforgettably. They had only been separated for one day, but Cui Ning felt that he had left him for hundreds of years.

Cui Ning barely stood up and wanted to walk to the garden, but she completely lost resistance to the empty and deserted feeling that was oppressing her. She felt weak and unable to support her, so she sat down again.

"Huanlang! Where are you?" Cui Ning could no longer help it. She stared at the dark night and shouted silently, tears of sadness flowing over her fair cheeks.

Suddenly, the maid's voice came from outside the door, "Miss, the concierge comes to report, Miss Changsun is here, waiting outside the mansion."

"Oh! I understand." Cui Ning hurriedly wiped away the tears, put a thin layer of makeup on his face, and then quickly walked out.

Two maids and five or six servants followed closely behind.

She walked out of the mansion and looked left and right, but did not see Changsun Yiyi's figure. She turned around and asked the doorman, "Where is Miss Changsun?"

"Report to the lady, it's that carriage." The concierge pointed at the carriage across the street from afar.

At this time, the curtain of the carriage was opened, Zhang Huan's smiling face showed, and waved to Cui Ning. Cui Ning was stunned at first, and suddenly a look of extremely excited burst out in his eyes.
Chapter completed!