Nu Yalang of Tang Dynasty

When he walked to the door of Pang Gong's mansion, Zhou Jun saw no guards or servants, only an old slave sitting in the porter's room with a plate of fried beans and drinking by himself.

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Zhou Jun stepped forward, sang "Oi" and said "excuse me".

The old slave saw Zhou Junsheng's handsomeness and noble clothes, and thought he was a young man from a wealthy family. He did not dare to neglect him and quickly stood up to salute.

Zhou Jun discovered that in the Tang Dynasty, it was really important for people to look better and dress appropriately.

Even if you have a low-status job like Yalang, if others have a good first impression of you, most of them will not show disdain or speak harshly to you.

Sure enough, after Zhou Jun later revealed his identity as Nu Yalang, the old slave concierge only became a little more arrogant, but still greeted him with a smile.

The old slave at the concierge called himself Yu Fu. Perhaps he had seen Nu Yalang too much and was not surprised by Zhou Jun's visit.

While Yu Fu was sitting back in the concierge, Zhou Jun observed the other person for a while.

This old slave has a ruddy complexion and healthy limbs, presumably because the food provided by his master is not bad; there are yellow spots spreading under his eyes, which is a symptom of liver and spleen damage caused by excessive drinking.

After Yu Fu sat down, he also looked at Zhou Jun. After a while, he asked: "Young Master, you are here to ask about Nu Biao's promotion of Jia?"

Zhou Jun didn't intend to hide it, and nodded directly: "Pang Gong intended to buy a maid a few months ago, but I heard that there were many people who recommended it, but no one fell into his eyes."

Yu Fu chuckled: "That's right, there was a constant stream of dental surgeons coming at that time from morning to night."

"The undocumented maids, the pretty Hu Ji, the guest girls who know etiquette, the slaves come one after another. Mr. Pang really can't look down on any of them."

Zhou Jun asked curiously: "What kind of maid does Pang Gong want to buy?"

Yu Fu glanced at Zhou Jun: "How would I know?"

Zhou Jun wanted to ask again, but he heard the sound of cracking porcelain coming from the courtyard.

Zhou Jun was startled, stretched his neck and asked: "Did something happen in the house?"

Yu Fu said nonchalantly: "Xu is a blind slave. He is clumsy and has annoyed Mr. Pang. He is not in the way."

Suspicion rose on Zhou Jun's face, and he asked cautiously: "Pang Gong is harsh to his servants, beating and scolding him at every turn?"

Yu Fu said sternly: "Where did this nonsense come from? Although Pang Ping is a serious person in daily life and sometimes gets angry, he treats his subordinates with clear rewards and punishments, and there is never any unprovoked beating or scolding."

Zhou Jun saw that Yu Fu's expression was sincere, and he didn't seem to be faking it.

Yu Fu added: "Over the years, Mr. Pang has become more tempered, which is understandable."

"That Queen Zhenshun was originally the young lady that Mr. Pang watched grow up."

"When she passed away, Mr. Pang was so heartbroken that he almost wanted to die."

"Later, Pang Gong guarded her mausoleum alone for three years. His legs and feet were frostbitten. Now he can only walk around on a wheel."

"As for ordinary people, who wouldn't have some temperament when faced with such a disaster?"

Zhou Jun asked: "Pang Gong suffered from leg and foot problems when he was guarding the mausoleum, and now he can only travel on a chariot?"

Yu Fu: "Yes, how can Lun Yu have convenient legs and feet?"

"When you sit on it, wherever you want to go, you have to ask someone to push you. If the push is delayed or pushed aside, Mr. Pang will get angry..."

Zhou Jun kept this in mind and asked Yu Fu: "I want to discuss with Mr. Pang about buying a maidservant, I don't know...?"

Yu Fu glanced at Zhou Jun: "Young Master is afraid that you are new to Taoism, but listen to me, Mr. Pang will not see you."

Zhou Jun was confused after hearing this for a while, and thought to himself, how can he know the buyer's requirements if he doesn't meet and chat with him?

But Zhou Jun could also understand what the other party was thinking. He was a newbie, not well-known, and he didn't come with a slave tag. It was indeed fantastic to meet Pang Gong with just a few words.

Zhou Jun raised his head and glanced at the sun, which had begun to set in the west.

As soon as the sun sets, the Drum Tower in Chang'an City will begin to beat the evening drum. After the six hundred evening drums are beaten, the entire Chang'an will begin to enter a curfew.

If you are still lingering on the street at that time, then you are "outlawing the night" and you will be sentenced to caning if you are caught.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jun stood up and saluted Yu Fu, but said that it was too late today and would come to visit tomorrow.

After coming out of Shengye Square, Zhou Jun took his horse back.

Hurrying slowly, Zhou Jun finally made it back to his residence before the curfew.

By the lights on the street, Zhou Jun was thinking while riding his horse.

Pang Zhonghe was a purified eunuch and had long lost the instinctive desire of a man. If he wanted to buy a maid, the most important thing for him would not be the beauty and age of the woman.

Pang Zhonghe guarded the tomb of Concubine Wu Hui for three years, during which time he injured his legs and feet and could only rely on a wheelchair to move around.

For such a person, among the requirements for a personal maid, the most critical points should be that she is thoughtful, agile, and good at taking care of the daily life of the disabled.

But the problem is that if Zhou Jun can see these key points, other Nu Yalang must also be able to see them.

Among the slaves they recommend, there must be diligent and careful maids.

However, no one took a fancy to Pang Zhonghe.

Why?

Zhou Jun wondered in his mind, could it be that Pang Zhonghe had some hidden demands for buying a maid?

While he was thinking, Zhou Jun drove his horse around the square wall and entered a dark alley.

Before he had even taken two steps, a group of men in black suddenly threw out ropes, pulled Zhou Jun off his horse, and put him into a sack.

The whole process happens in a flash of lightning.

This group of men in black are well-trained and well-coordinated. I'm afraid it's not the only time they've done this kind of kidnapping thing.

Zhou Jun was horrified, and his body was in the sack while resisting and shouting loudly.

While shouting, he kept wondering who was setting up an ambush here?

Could it be that he was Zhou Jun's former enemy?

At this moment, a burst of green smoke was poured into the sack.

Zhou Jun inhaled the smoke and became dizzy for a moment. His movements became slower and slower, and he finally fainted.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Jun slowly woke up and found himself lying on a large carved mahogany bed.

Looking at the dressing tables, bronze mirrors, cabinets and other items around, it was clear that the place Zhou Jun was in was a woman's boudoir.

Shaking his head, Zhou Jun sat up from the bed. Just as he was trying to find a way to get out as soon as possible, a sweet laugh came from the door.

A graceful and beautiful woman walked in from the door. She was wearing a chest-length skirt with a peony pattern and a light gauze on the outside. It was light and transparent, half-covered and half-covered.

The crimson on the lips is a little lighter, the complexion is whiter than snow, and the eyes are looking forward to the waves.

Just as he was responding to a poem, the auspicious snow lamp shone slantly on his chest, and his eyes were half drunk with peach blossom wine.

Zhou Jun was speculating on the identity of this beautiful woman, but he was shocked by what she said.

"Enemies, we hate each other heartlessly before the night is over. We parted in a hurry, but we became strangers. I didn't expect you to be so cruel!"

Zhou Jun instantly remembered the identity of this beautiful woman.

The mistress of the previous soul.

The affair partner on the first night of time travel.

Golden Phoenix.