The temple master entrusted his son to the prince, who sent the starter village's big lug straight at the final boss

Pu Yunshan opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute it.

Gu Moran looked at him, but a thought suddenly popped into her mind.

This kid is definitely clean.

Too clean.

The young master of Mount Qingcheng, Fourth Rank swordsman, is not bad-looking either, but he was easily led astray by Zhao Wuxu's words. If he hadn't held onto his principles, he would probably have been dragged into Zhao Wuxu's mess.

This kind of person can't be molded by simply carrying manure.

We need to show him what real cannibalistic games are like.

"Don't worry, senior."

Gu Moran slowly.

"Your son will remain in Yi Prefecture; I will make good use of him."

Pu Yunshan felt a chill run down his spine when he heard the words "use it well".

Pu Qinghe nodded in satisfaction.

"With your words, I am relieved."

He stood up, took back the military order, and then presented it to Gu Moran with both hands.

"This item will remain with the young master."

"I will return to the mountain immediately to arrange manpower and the old treasures."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Pu Yunshan before leaving the house.

If you like raising pigs, then raise the piglets well.

"Father!"

"If you can't even raise a pig properly, don't ever come back to the mountain."

Pu Yunshan gritted his teeth and responded in a muffled voice.

The father and son left the warm pavilion.

Gu Moran sat back down at his desk and had just opened a list of repairs in the south of the city when Liu Ruyan walked in from next door carrying an account book.

She clearly heard the second half of it and glanced towards the door.

"That person from Mount Qingcheng has left?"

"Um."

"He really wants to leave his son to you?"

Gu Moran nodded.

Liu Ruyan put down the ledger and tapped her fingers lightly on the table.

"That Young Master Pu seems honest, but if you really want to use him, you'll need someone to teach him."

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you."

Gu Moran raised her head.

"In the Flower-Between Pavilion of Yi Prefecture City, who is the girl who knows best how to manipulate men?"

Liu Ruyan's hand froze in mid-air.

Why are you asking this?

"I am kind-hearted and wish to broaden the Pu Excellent."

Gu Moran leaned back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips.

"Having lived in the mountains for so long, the worst person he'd ever met was Zhao Wuxu."

"He needs to know how malicious a person can be when they're smiling and offering a drink."

Liu Ruyan stared at him for a long time.

"You mean that? There really is such a thing, the courtesan Qin Hongxiu."

"In the three years since I entered the brothel, I've managed to coax two wealthy merchants into selling their shops, a scholar into divorcing his wife, and a salt merchant who claims to be a womanizer, who is still willingly paying off her gambling debts."

"She wasn't the most beautiful, but she was the best at manipulating people's hearts; otherwise, she wouldn't have been the top courtesan."

Gu Moran nodded.

"Her."

Liu Ruyan narrowed her eyes.

How would you like to arrange it?

"Isn't he going to the south of the city to fix the roof?"

Gu Moran pushed a thin booklet in front of her.

"Give him a different job tomorrow."

"Let him go to the Flower-Between Pavilion to do the repairs."

Liu Ruyan opened the thin book and saw a line of text written on it.

The renovation of the wooden Flower-Between Pavilion requires the inspection of the old beams and tiles.

She looked up, unable to suppress a smile.

"Does Your Highness want him to work, or does he want him to die?"

"Don't say that. Young people need to suffer a little to learn their lesson. I'm doing this for his own good."

The next morning, just after Pu Yunshan had fed the piglets, Tuoba Mang showed up at his door with a new work order.

" Pu Excellent, even during the New Year holiday, the Prince has given you a different job."

Pu Yunshan took the order.

Flower-Between Pavilion )

He stared at those three words, his brows furrowing.

If his father found out about his father's involvement in a brothel, would he beat him to death?

"This... this isn't a good idea, is it?"

Tuoba Mang scratched his head.

"I asked around, it's a big restaurant, lots of girls, lots of singers. Don't refuse."

"The prince asked you to do some work, not to go up to the third floor."

Pu Yunshan looked up.

Tuoba Mang coughed and quickly corrected himself.

"... Anyway, there are a lot of rich people inside. Go and fix the roof beams in the building."

Pu Yunshan folded the order form neatly and put it in his pocket.

I had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

But his father had just left him in Yi Prefecture, and this was the first serious task Gu Moran had assigned him. It wouldn't be right for him to make excuses.

Afternoon.

Pu Yunshan stood outside the Flower-Between Pavilion with his toolbox. His coarse cloth shirt clung to his back in the wind, but his palms were even damper than when he was picking night soil.

The red lanterns in front of the Flower-Between Pavilion have been replaced with new ones, and the fragrance of perfume mixed with the smell of wine wafts out from inside, which can be smelled from half a street away.

He stood in front of the door for a long time. A vegetable vendor passing by glanced at him and, thinking he was there to ask for a tip, casually tossed half a cold steamed bun to his feet.

Pu Yunshan's face twitched. He bent down, picked up the steamed bun, and put it back on the vendor's cart.

"I'm not a beggar, I'm a roof repairman."

The vendor glanced at the toolbox in his hand, then at the gate of the Flower-Between Pavilion, muttering to himself, "The roof repairman is quite particular," before pushing his cart away.

Pu Yunshan stared at the threshold, repeating the phrase "I have come to repair it on the Prince Yi " to himself countless times.

Finally, he stepped inside.

It was very hot inside.

The underground heating was burning brightly. Several girls, dressed in newly tailored spring clothes, were peeling melon seeds around the table. When a tall young man came in carrying a wooden box, they were quiet for a moment. Then, some of them covered their faces with round fans and laughed so hard that their shoulders shook.

"Whose carpenter is this? He's quite handsome."

"Keep your voice down, her ears are turning red."

"Wow, she's really popular now. Is she still a virgin?"

Pu Yunshan gripped the handle of his toolbox tightly, trying not to look at the people, and instead clasped his hands in a fist salute to the madam behind the counter.

"I am here on a mission from the Prince's residence to inspect the west-side roof beam on the second floor."

The madam, dressed in a pomegranate-red padded jacket, was working on an abacus when she heard this. She looked up and scanned him from head to toe, flicked her handkerchief, and her face immediately fell.

"On the first day of the Lunar New Year, you came into my Flower-Between Pavilion carrying a hammer."

She took a half step back, as if afraid the toolbox would get on the hem of her skirt.

"Even the people of the Prince's Mansion can't do things like this. Our distinguished guests have just woken up, and the girls have just changed into new clothes. You come in and start banging on things. Do you think our business is too good?"

Pu Yunshan took out the order form from his pocket and handed it over.

The madam didn't take it; she just pressed a handkerchief to the tip of her nose.

"Go away, go away! Repairing the roof in the first month of the lunar year is bad luck."

A girl next to her smiled and said, "Mom, he doesn't look unlucky, he just looks like he just ran down from the mountains."

Another girl chimed in, "People from the mountains have never seen anything like this before. What if they break the stairs and then try to scam us?"

Pu Yunshan felt a surge of anger rising in his chest, and his fingers touched the hilt of the soft sword at his waist.

Fourth Rank martial artist were to unleash his pent-up anger after suppressing it for so long, these ordinary people in front of him might not be able to stand firm.

"The Prince's Palace dispatch order is here."

His throat tightened slightly when he spoke.

"If a roof beam breaks and injures someone, who will be held responsible?"

The madam scoffed.

Can you handle it?

The beaded curtain on the second floor suddenly rustled.

A fair hand reached out from behind the curtain and moved the beaded curtain to one side.

Qin Hongxiu wore a simple red dress, her black hair loosely tied up with a silver hairpin, without the dazzling jewels she usually wore.

She leaned against the railing and looked down, her gaze first falling on the toolbox in Pu Yunshan's hand, then on the calluses on his fingers.