The brothel was very proud of her and asked many teachers to teach her how to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and to train her into a pillar of the brothel.

Zheng Mengyun was so beaten and trained. She was really not touched by spring water and could not see any sauce, vinegar and tea in her eyes. She was raised like a treasure.

But this kind of raising her is not sincere, it is to get greater rewards, and it is to sell her Zheng Mengyun at a good price in the future.

Sure enough, after finally waiting for Zheng Mengyun to be fifteen years old, the madam quickly gained fame for her and asked her to pick up customers.

In those years, Zheng Mengyun made a lot of money for the madam, but brothels were always for youth, and every few years, new people would come out.

As soon as the newcomer comes out, the old man has to stand aside and it is no longer popular.

Later, when Zheng Mengyun was twenty-four or five years old, the madam saw that Zheng Mengyun was not of much value anymore, and a family of masters took a fancy to her and sold Zheng Mengyun.

If Zheng Mengyun followed the master and gave birth to another child, he might have been at peace in his life.

But when Zheng Mengyun was in a brothel, she drank too much contraceptive medicine and could not get pregnant at all, so her hope could only be vain.

With a lot of effort, Zheng Mengyun did not get pregnant.

At this time, misfortune came again, and the master died in just a few years.

After the master died, Zheng Mengyun was swept out of the house, which was extremely miserable.

Just when Zheng Mengyun was wandering and helpless, by chance, she met Aizhao.

Ai Zhao was attracted by Zheng Mengyun's charm and took her as his seventh concubine.

Although his status is humble, he has a temporary support.

"Master, I miss you so hard. Why haven't you come to me for a few days?"

Zheng Mengyun snuggled in Aizhao's arms and acted coquettishly.

At this time, Zheng Mengyun was 31 years old, in the age of a tiger and wolf. In addition, there were many concubines in Aizhao, so he would naturally not get too much rain and dew.

This time Aizhao finally came, and of course she wanted it too.

But the old saying goes, there are only exhausted cows and no broken land. At this time, Ai Zhao was already fifty and had many concubines, so his body had already been empty.

Looking at Zheng Mengyun in his arms, Ai Zhao also wanted to go back and forth, but he was not healthy and he was powerless.

Ai Zhao was unwilling to give up, so he hugged Zheng Mengyun tightly and tried hard, but it was still futile.

Ai Zhao was very embarrassed, but Zheng Mengyun was puzzled in his heart, why did the master hug him for a long time, but he saw him without any other actions?

Zheng Mengyun thought, could it be possible? I have to take the initiative. If you do, take the initiative. Who told you to be the master and I am a slave?

Zheng Mengyun stood up from Ai Zhong's arms, and his jade hands were about to untidy Ai Zhao's clothes.

Ai Zhao was really suffering at this time. He worked hard when he was too hard to do it before, but he could barely do it again. But he didn't know that today would not work anyway.

"Can I be really old?"

Ai Zhao sighed in his heart, but he was also proud of his face. He was embarrassed to say it out loud, and was afraid that Zheng Mengyun would notice it.

It can be said that Ai Zhao was really feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles at this time.

But at this moment, the door was suddenly opened and a man ran in from outside. Who was this person not Zhang Jiuyan?

Zheng Mengyun was startled and shouted, "Ah, there is a thief."

Ai Zhao's first reaction was not panic, but rather, he was relieved as if he had escaped a disaster.

"Master, there is a thief."

Zheng Mengyun hid on the bed and covered herself with a quilt, for fear of being hurt.

However, her shouting also revealed Ai Zhao's identity.

When Zhang Jiuyan heard that the old man was the master, could it be that Ai Zhao?

Regardless of whether he was, Zhang Jiuyan looked around and saw a vase next to him. He walked over and broke the vase, then picked up a piece of the vase fragment, strode to Ai Zhao, and pressed the fragments against Ai Zhao's throat.

Zhang Jiuyan's series of actions were completed in one go, without any delay, so that Ai Zhao did not even have time to resist and escape.

This is not surprising. Ai Zhao was fifty at this time and his body was not good enough. In addition, Zheng Mengyun was numbing his legs, so how could he escape?

However, Ai Zhao had seen many people, and he had never seen them before. Soon, he realized.

Ai Zhao tried hard to be calm and said to Zhang Jiuyan who controlled himself: "Hero, why are you? There is no grudge between you and me, so why do you have to cause death?

If a hero is inconvenient, I can fund money and food, and never find any trouble for a hero afterwards. I wonder what the hero wants?"

At this time, the butler Ai Zhong also brought his servants in with his thugs.

Seeing that Ai Zhao was controlled by Zhang Jiuyan, Ai Zhong changed his face and shouted: "You bastard, why don't you let go of my master quickly? How many heads do you have enough to chop?"

When Zhang Jiuyan heard this, he felt much calmer. It turned out that this old guy was indeed Ai Zhao. With him in his hands, he would not be afraid.

But after all, it was at someone else's house, and it was a sudden incident. Once you couldn't get it, it didn't matter if you died. You were afraid that you would affect your parents and sister, so Zhang Jiuyan didn't dare to be careless.

Zhang Jiuyan ignored Ai Zhong and said to Ai Zhao, "It turns out it is Mr. Ai. I'm really sorry. Don't worry, Master, I have no intention of hurting Master. All this is just a grudge between me and your butler Ai Zhong.

As long as I am not forced to death, I will never dare to hurt the master at all."

After hearing this, Ai Zhao felt much more relieved. Then he followed Zhang Jiuyan's words and asked: "Dare you ask the hero, what kind of grudges do you have with my housekeeper? If a hero suffers grievances, I will definitely seek justice for the hero."

Zhang Jiuyan did not hide it, and told him about the conflict between him and Ai Zhong that day, and also said why he came to Ai Mansion this time and asked to see Ai Zhong.

However, when he was talking, Zhang Jiuyan was also very alert. The fragments of the vase in his hand never left Aizhao's throat for a moment, and he did not give anyone a chance.

"Hahaha,,,"

After hearing this, Ai Zhao laughed loudly, "Hero, this is a small matter, why bother to make a big fuss?"

After saying that, Ai Zhao looked at the butler Ai Zhong and asked sternly: "Ai Zhong, I asked you, is the words of a hero true?"

Ai Zhong did not dare to deceive and nodded to admit it.

"Kneel down, you guys, bully others with your power, and dare to bully the heroes. Do you still have me as a master in your eyes?"

Ai Zhao was furious and his voice was loud. Zhang Jiuyan was afraid that he would be scratched by the fragments of the vase in his hand because he was too excited.

Ai Zhong didn't dare to refuse to obey, and he knelt on the ground.

"I won't kowtow to the hero and admit my mistake."

Ai Zhao obviously wanted to deal with Ai Zhong and relieve Zhang Jiuyan's aura in order to save his life.
Chapter completed!