Chapter 32: The apricot blossoms are about to get wet from the rain, but the willow wind blows against my face without feeling cold.

  Su Bao Tou also said: "Since it's their own business at the Smoke and Rain Pavilion, outsiders should not interfere, lest they add trouble for Master. Master has a million things to attend to every day and is extremely busy. Master sympathizes with the people, we common folk should also be aware of the situation and not worry about Master's affairs, nor should we disturb Master."

  The crowd heard that the police chief had accepted bribes from Luo Mama, and they all spoke in favor of her, but no one dared to speak out against her. They were silent and didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that it would lead to another miscarriage of justice. The old man saw that he was alone and couldn't do anything, so he sighed and left with a flick of his sleeve.

  The seemingly clever constable appeared to be quite obtuse, not seeing the trickery involved, and said: "Since this girl has a mental illness and was bought, there should be a name contract, one look will reveal all."

  "Oh, great heavens!" someone in the crowd shouted: "Save that woman from the fire pit!"

  "Who the hell is hiding behind and farting!" Luo's mother's face changed greatly, shouting: "If you think about playing tricks in front of Su Cao's discerning eyes, you've really miscalculated!"

  Su Bao only did what he wanted, didn't hear anything, and contentedly rubbed his belly. He took the chattering and still talking Xiucai Bao back with a swagger.

  Old Mother Luo was overjoyed, and she glanced at the crowd one by one: "You'd better know what's good for you! Our Smoke and Rain Pavilion is a business under the imperial city wall, no one dares to mess with us!" She led the way, bringing the woman into the Smoke and Rain Pavilion.

  People couldn't help but discuss it, but everyone was just talking nonsense. Seeing Luo Mama and the catcher having a relationship again, they could only sigh for the woman and disperse.

  I only just remembered that I was still holding a basket of mugwort buns, and hastily followed behind Old Lady Luo into the Smoke and Rain Pavilion.

  All the way, looking at Luo Mama's swaying back, she thought to herself that it would be better to tell Mr. Mo about the matter, and Mr. Mo would surely give the woman a fair deal. The only one who can handle Luo Mama in the Smoke Rain Pavilion is Mr. Mo. Explosive Laughter Sweet Love: Special Ability Cute Baby Hot Mama

  Since the busybody aunt returned home to retire, the inner courtyard of the Smoke and Rain Pavilion became Ro Mama's domain. Mr. Mo managed the accounts, with Ro Mama helping to share his worries, and he had always trusted Ro Mama.

  I saw that the girl was pitiful and didn't want her to fall into Luo Mama's clutches and suffer, but I'm just a small servant girl, with little power or influence, so naturally I couldn't say anything. I made up my mind to tell Mr. Mo about it and let him take charge, he will definitely be fair.

  That girl was brought to the flower hall by Luo's mother, and a group of sisters had already heard the commotion outside and didn't go to sleep. Everyone came out to see the excitement. The girl looked around awkwardly and couldn't speak.

  The mandarin duck girl asked first: "Mom, I heard that a strong wind blew a woman to the gate of the Smoke and Rain Pavilion. Is it her?"

  Lu Mama nodded with great satisfaction: "Isn't it? She didn't remember anything, I thought she was pitiful, so I softened my heart and brought her into the Smoke Rain Pavilion." Then she told the sisters about the whole story.

  The girl's reputation would be ruined if she entered this brothel, and Luo Mama was doing this, which was also what Sima Zhao had in mind. Everyone knew that. Liu Liangniang hurried forward and said: "Oh, it turns out to be a predestined fate, the wind has blown in a sister for me. From now on, you don't have to be polite, just consider the Smoke and Rain Pavilion as your home. Speaking of which, do you really not remember anything?"

  The girl shook her head stiffly: "I really forgot everything."

  "Ah, Mr. Huang only said she hadn't eaten for a few days, of course she's hungry! Quick, bring some food...!" Luo Mama's eyes turned and saw me, hurriedly saying: "Mei Cai, what kind of pastry did you send? You're staring at us with wild eyes! Bring it over and give it to this young lady!"

  "I said hastily: 'It's with Crystal Girl's mugwort rice ball, wait for Plum Blossom to greet Crystal Girl...'"

  "What's with the greeting?" Luo Mama stepped forward, snatching the basket away: "You're now pretending to be clever! What are a few buns worth?"

  She glared at me, took out the steamed bun and placed it on a large celadon lotus-shaped plate, then handed it to the girl with these words: "Miss, come try this mugwort, it's good for clearing your mind and eyesight. It's just what you need when you're feeling anxious and hungry, take a bite."

  That girl seemed to be really hungry, and after a polite decline, she started eating. Her posture was elegant, her movements steady, and it was clear that she wasn't from a poor family.

  Luomama looked more and more delighted, repeatedly saying: "Tsk tsk, what a good girl! Mom likes you from head to toe! Why don't you stay at the Smoke Rain Pavilion for now? Wait until you remember your past before leaving. Otherwise, as a weak and delicate woman, where can you go? It's also worrying!"

  The girl hastily thanked Mrs. Luo, saying: "Thank you for your kindness, although I don't remember my origins, but as for human relationships and social etiquette, needlework and writing, I'm somewhat familiar with them. If you're willing to accept me, I'd like to stay and help out a bit, so I won't be eating for free."

  "Good, good, good......" Luo's mother was overjoyed: "Good girl, you're indeed someone who knows what's going on and has a kind heart! You're not from a wealthy family, how did you learn so much? Don't worry, stay here, I'll ask around for you, if anyone comes looking for you in the future, I'll definitely send you back home."

  "Thank you, Mother, for saving my life, I will never forget this kindness." The girl was about to bow, but Luo's mother quickly helped her up and said with a smile: "The young lady doesn't remember her own name, so we can't address her properly. Why don't we give the young lady a nickname first, it's more convenient to call out."

  "It's just a title, it all depends on Mom." The girl said. Queen of Nirvana

  "A girl blown in by the strong wind..." Luo Mama smiled and said: "Got it! Let's call her Luohua, how is that?"

  "What a great name!" The sisters all chimed in with praise: "It's elegant and doesn't sound common at all."

  The girl nodded and acknowledged her name.

  At this time, several young men were in a hurry to carry a child who was crying "aiyou" and walking out. Luo's mother saw it with a glance and said: "You guys are on fire! Where are you going? Come and recognize the new girl, otherwise you'll make a joke!"

  A young servant replied, "Mother, it's not that we don't know the rules, but the child is in a hurry to see Mr. Huang! Just now he was frying dough fritters in the back kitchen, and suddenly his foot slipped, and one hand pressed into the oil pot. If we don't go treat him right away, I'm afraid..."

  "What?" Mother Luo was also shocked and hurried over to check the injury, scolding as she spoke: "You're blind! Who puts their hand into a pot of oil? You want to fry duck paws, but no one will eat yours! You've crippled your hand, you won't even be able to find a wife!"

  The flower girl also followed to take a look, and saw that the child's hand was burned purple red, full of blisters, pitiful to behold, with tears in his eyes, very pathetic.

  The Flower Maiden didn't say a word, she just grasped the child's hand with her slender fingers. Everyone was stunned, and a young servant hastily said, "It's not that we don't know what's good for us, we know you care about him, but this kind of burn can't be touched..."

  The flower girl loosened her grip and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

  I lowered my head to take a look, and couldn't help but gasp in shock. The child's hand, which had been so badly burned that it was unbearable to look at just moments before, now looked as white and tender as new skin, without even the slightest trace of scarring from the burn.