He carried the person to the dusty mansion.

The kitchen is fully stocked with iron pots, and some dry firewood is piled against the wall.

Zhang Zheng skillfully broke off some dry grass, found a bathtub from the house, and moved it to the well. He also fetched some cold water from the well that had not been used for a long time to clean the bathtub, and then took the bucket of well water and moved it to the kitchen.

Relying on the experience of wandering and begging as a child, Zhang Zheng quickly successfully started a fire.

After testing that the water temperature is just right, pour the hot water from the pot into the tub, take out the soft handkerchief and clean clothes and put them on the shelf.

"Are you going to do it yourself or should I help you?"

The child stared into her eyes closely, and then said dryly for a long time: "Wash it yourself."

"Okay, I'll be outside. Call me if you need anything."

Zhang Zheng stood outside the kitchen and took off the dirty robe. Hearing the rustling sound of clothes inside, he smiled to himself.

What a weird kid.

But then, she thought about it, if she had been bullied all over her body as a child and had scars all over her body, she probably wouldn't want others to see the scars on her body.

Self-esteem, this thing, the more depressed it is, the more troublesome it becomes.

After about two quarters of an hour, the sound of water in the kitchen disappeared.

"alright."

Zhang Zheng turned around and saw a clean child wearing pink clothes, looking up at her.

Her long, wet hair was draped randomly over her shoulders, dripping with water.

The clothes were almost soaked.

Forgetting to prepare a towel for wiping his hair, Zhang Zheng hurriedly took out a clean cotton coat from the storage bag and directly used the cotton coat as a towel to wrap his wet hair.

Zhang Zheng worked hard and rubbed the child's wet hair, while he couldn't help but criticize: "You can't just wear your hair wet like this after washing. Your clothes will be soaked and you will catch a cold."

The child said nothing, and the hands hidden under his sleeves were quietly clenched.

"By the way, do you have a name?"

Zhang Zheng suddenly remembered this question.

"No."

The child replied stiffly.

There was no name. Zhang Zheng frowned. He couldn't really call him his junior brother, so he said, "Do you have a name you want to give him, or how about I ask someone to give you one?"

"You take it."

Zhang Zheng was stunned, thinking of his random cave name, and felt sad.

She doesn't know how to choose a name, even if it's her own cave, it's still not feasible to give a child a name. If it has a bad name, it will harm the person's life.

He smiled bitterly and said, "My name doesn't sound good, so I'd better find someone else to choose it."

The child's eyes dimmed, his clenched fists tightened, and he fell silent again.

After her hair was almost wiped, Zhang Zheng put away her cotton-padded clothes, combed her hair hastily, and then changed the subject: "Is there anything you want to eat?"

It's midnight, where can I find food at this time?

The child shook his head.

For a moment, the two of them were relatively speechless, and the atmosphere was somewhat depressing.

The child raised his fair face, his long black eyelashes fluttering, and said concisely, "Sleep."

The two returned to the inn, and Jiao Min and the other three recovered from their meditation.

Looking at the cleaned child, with white skin, beautiful appearance, and soft body, Jiao Min couldn't help but admired, "Junior brother is really good-looking."

The child glanced sideways at her, took off her shoes at Zhang Zheng's instruction, went to bed, closed the bed curtain and went to sleep without making any response.

For a child of five or six years old, it is the age when he is naughty and mischievous, and he looks too lifeless like this.

Jiao Min looked at Zhang Zheng worriedly. Among the people present, only Zhang Zheng could say a few words to him.

After receiving her look, Zhang Zheng shrugged helplessly. He was taciturn and not childish, and she couldn't change it.

She is not a master of psychological trauma therapy.

The next morning.

Xie Ge went to the competition ground as usual. Zhang Zheng asked Jiao Min to find someone to tidy up the mansion, and then went to Yingzhu Tower with Zhu Tianshun again.

Before leaving, the child held on to Zhang Zheng's clothes tightly. He was unwilling to stay alone in the inn, but he could not take him to Yingzhu Tower, so he had to let him follow Jiao Min to the mansion.

The two quietly walked into the backyard of Yingzhu House. Zhang Zheng closed her eyes and felt that there was no one in the room, and her heart sank.

As expected, yesterday they secretly took away the children, and today all the people in this row of houses were moved.

"Sister Zhang Zheng, what should we do?"

Zhang Zheng thought for a moment and realized that it was impossible to give up. It was obviously not feasible to forcefully attack, so he had to resort to wisdom.

I remembered the true identity of Yingzhulou, which I came here to find out today. It is a brothel that caters to high-ranking officials and wealthy young men.

There are beautiful girls and handsome boys, and there are all kinds of beautiful age groups, especially the number of beautiful prostitutes who have been trained is astonishing.

Zhang Zheng inexplicably recalled the scene he saw when he was sent to a pervert's house when he was a child. The scenes were shocking and horrifying.

What was supposed to be a carefree childhood and dazzling green years were ruthlessly buried by the arrogance and licentiousness of glory and wealth.

Even though she knew in her heart that all this had become an agreement and that she was too weak to change it, yet even if she just gave them one chance, it would be enough to change their lives.

Just like when she first picked up "Jianshan Miscellaneous Notes" and "Qingxin Jue", the despair of seeing no way forward suddenly erupted with a dazzling light, giving her hope and allowing her to change her life.

Zhang Zheng's eyes became firmer and she quietly discussed countermeasures with Zhu Tianshun.

…

The servant stopped Zhu Tianshun, who was about to enter the Yingzhu Tower, and said with an arrogant and indifferent look: "Master, please show me your invitation."

Zhu Tianshun's triangular eyes tilted upward, and he was furious. His slightly arrogant eyebrows showed his arrogance, "What's the point of you? You don't know how to entertain guests when they come, and you dare to keep me outside?"

After being scolded, the servant's arrogant expression instantly faded, and he said weakly: "It's not that you are trying to make things difficult for me. You really need an invitation to enter Yingzhu Tower."

Zhu Tianshun closed the folding fan with a snap, and shouted dissatisfied: "Call the nanny here to me, if you don't come to join in the excitement ordered by the leader, I really think I am willing to come to this wretched place."

The commotion outside so early in the morning alarmed the inside of Yingzhu Tower.

An old lady, still charming, twisted her waist and walked out with a flattering smile on her face, "Oh, look, I didn't train you well, and I offended the young master. I will personally come to make amends."

I wonder where the young master is from?"

The servant fell to his knees in fear and begged for mercy.

Zhu Tianshun glanced at her contemptuously, not caring at all about the servant begging for mercy, and said arrogantly: "You, an old woman, can only know my name. You only need to know that my uncle is an official of the Jing family."

Mammy's face stiffened. She had lived half her life, and countless people chased her when she was young. Even though her appearance is no longer beautiful now, her charm remains the same.

Where did this little bastard come from? He dared to call her an old woman!

But it is precisely because of this that grandma does not dare to treat him casually, and even she does not like him. I am afraid that this boy is really from the capital.
Chapter completed!