When Tang Huan regained consciousness again, he was almost disgusted to death.

The dusty temple was covered with dust, the thatched grass emitting an unpleasant smell on the ground, and something she looked at in the distance and didn't want to look at again...

She didn't bother to sort out the memory of this body, so she covered her mouth and rushed out.

The scorching sun outside was surrounded by the sky, and the scorching air was burning like a fire, as if to devour her, a rare living creature. Tang Huan ran to the woods next to her in one breath, leaning against the tree to breathe. She was panting, her limbs slipped to the ground without any strength, and her stomach was so hungry that she was roaring.

It seems like I haven't been so hungry for a long time.

Tang Huan covered her stomach with discomfort. When she lowered her head, she realized that her clothes were torn and her hands were dark. She tried her best to tie up and layer of mud.

The sound of flowing water was faintly heard from afar. Tang Huan ran away without hesitation, feeling sad in her heart. No need to think about it, just looking at her outfit, this is probably her worst dream.

After finally becoming a wife, I became a beggar in a blink of an eye!

After rubbing the river three or four times, and changing three or four places against the current, until her body turned red by rubbing it, Tang Huan fell behind a stone, leaning against the river bank, closing his eyes in the shadow and pondering.

This time, she is a mute!

A clever little beggar knew that a woman disguised herself as a man and was mixed with refugees and fled to the wealthy land of Jiangnan. She walked three miles ahead and was a small county town. The little beggar planned to take a nap in the dilapidated temple and go to the county to beg for food in the afternoon. Although autumn is already in full swing, the autumn tiger is still quite domineering.

As for whom the little beggar's surname is, she doesn't remember it, she only knows how she looks like she is about fifteen or sixteen years old...

Wait, fifteen or sixteen years old?

Tang Huan sat up suddenly and looked at her chest.

After reading it, she reluctantly squeezed with her hands...

Just these two flat steamed buns are really fifteen or sixteen years old?

How is that possible! The little nun Jinzhi is at this age, and her chest is similar to hers at that time, and they are already very proud!

If it weren't for the mute's voice that was too ugly, Tang Huan really wanted to curse three times!

She doesn't care about muteness, women, as long as they are beautiful and have good figures, it's not difficult to hook up with men. Yes, but now, with such a dry little body, she looks like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy at first glance. Song Mo was blind and wanted to attack her, right?

Oh, by the way, where is Song Mo?

Tang Huan reluctantly calmed down, but no matter what she thought, there was no Song Mo's existence in her memory.

Fortunately, I had the experience of the little nun's dream. Tang Huan looked towards the direction of the small county town ahead. Song Mo, should be there?

A month is short or not long. Tang Huan didn't want to waste time, so he washed the beggar's torn clothes with the sun, then rubbed a few handfuls of weeds and applied the juice to his face, covering his fairly thin and white face, and then he also put some on his clothes, and then he covered his stomach and walked into the city.

A man can look more beautiful than a woman, but whether he can be so arrogant depends on his identity.

She is now a beggar, a helpless little beggar. Her appearance, no matter whether it is a man or a woman, will not end up being targeted by others, but the identity of a woman is even more dangerous. Tang Huan is not a little girl who doesn't know anything, and she is easy to protect herself. The city is mixed with fish and dragons. Before she can calm down, she should pretend to be a sloppy male beggar first, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

After entering the city, Tang Huan did nothing else, so he ran into someone at the casino door and touched a wallet. Since he had money to gamble, the family must not be short of these taels of silver. Instead of losing to others, it is better to be kind to help her, the pitiful beggar.

With money, Tang Huan walked along the main street, secretly watching the conversations of the people around him to see if he could hear some news about Song Mo, while staring at the shops on both sides. Without hearing the news, a ready-to-wear shop quickly jumped into his eyes.

Tang Huan wanted to buy women's clothing, but, look at a half-old woman with a bulging breasts beside her, and then look at her own, she has no face in women's clothing.

In the shopkeeper's disgusting eyes, Tang Huan put on a men's clothing and changed it to the place where she tried clothes in the shop. When she came out, she transformed herself into a handsome man. Although she was dressed simply, she saw her handsome facial features and elegant demeanor. The shopkeeper immediately decided that the young man was a troubled young man, and his attitude became attentive.

Tang Huan first gave the shopkeeper half a pen and gestured to ask him to send paper and pen, and then asked him if he knew Song Mo. The only thing that was beneficial to her in the Nine Dreams was that Song Mo had always called Song Mo for her to inquire.

With the benefit, the shopkeeper didn't care whether the guest was deaf or dumb, and started talking nonstop.

Tang Huan listened expressionlessly, thinking that Song Mo finally had a dream that he could at least take it out.

The ancestors of the Song family made lanterns.

The so-called 360 professions are the top scholars in every profession. With the good skills developed by the ancestors of the Song family, the Song family lanterns are the best in the city and have won the title at the Lantern Festival Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival many times. Once the new prefect praised the Song family's lanterns for their skillful craftsmanship, and on the following year, the following year, the emperor sent a pair of lanterns as tributes. He heard that an official sent lanterns as tributes, and was curious. When he saw the carefully crafted lanterns by the Song family, he was very happy and issued an order on the spot to tribute a pair of lanterns on the Lantern Festival every year.

Since then, the Song family has become famous in one fell swoop, and there are endless high-ranking officials and nobles who come to customize lanterns.

The Song family was not content with this. They still stayed in this small county town and hired four or five apprentices. The Song family only made three pairs of lanterns a month. After they finished, anyone who came to order would have to wait until next month to receive orders. The apprentices were given guidance from the head of the Song family and their skills were excellent. Generally, wealthy and noble families were reluctant to wait because they were too long to wait, so they settled down and said that they were made in the Song family, which was very decent. In this way, the Song family's lantern shop was booming.

In Song Mo's generation, his father died early, and their grandfather raised the brothers of Song Mo. The eldest son Song Qi took over the family business. The second son Song Mo was talented and smart. His grandfather sent him to the official school to study. He won three yuan in a row at 18 years old. The court examiner was appointed by the emperor. However, when Song Mo was about to go to Hanlin Academy, he suddenly heard the news of his elder brother's illness. Song Mo immediately resigned from the emperor, saying that he would go home to filial piety for his brother and inherit his ancestral property.

The top scholar went home to make lanterns, and the emperor refused to give up the pearls to cover the dust. Song Mo said that the court was full of talents and Song Mo was not short of him. However, the Song family made lanterns by ancestral craftsmanship and should not be cut off in his hands. The emperor praised him and praised the calligraphy and paintings of Song Mo, so he ordered Song Mo to learn after he finished his studies. The lanterns offered by Song Mo were made by Song Mo, and were named "The top scholar lanterns".

Three years later, Song Mo completed his studies and presented the first pair of top scholar lamps. He was exquisite in handicraftsmanship and elegant in literature, and the emperor praised him. Song Mo was famous for a while. Although he was an incomparable craftsman, because he was as talented as Pan An and had a great reputation, many famous ladies wanted to get along with him.

However, Song Mo threatened to not talk about marriage before he set out, and was determined to make lamps, and politely rejected many good marriages that others envied, which delayed for six years.

After talking a lot, the shopkeeper was thirsty and drank tea, and then asked Tang Huan with a smile: "Little brother, are you here to become a disciple?"

Tang Huan raised his eyebrows and looked puzzled.

What a pair of talking eyes!

The shopkeeper praised her in his heart and explained to her. It turned out that since Song Mo accepted a disciple two years ago, he would take the second one this year, and he would choose someone tomorrow. Because there were too many people who wanted to become disciples, he arranged three competitions, and finally stood out to become disciples.

Tang Huan asked him if he accepted female disciples.

The shopkeeper laughed, "Of course not. First, no woman can learn this kind of craft, second... cough cough," the shopkeeper lowered his voice and leaned over and whispered: "Little brother, you don't know that Song Mo has not married for many years. Not to mention a girl from a family, even the cooks who cook are men. In addition, he refused so many good marriages back then, there are rumors that Song Mo does not like women and has a long-term hobby."

After saying that, he looked at her meaningfully.

Do you think she might catch Song Mo's eyes?

Tang Huan started to find it funny, and as she smiled, an idea suddenly appeared in her head. She believed that there must be a relationship between her and Song Mo's identity in her dream. Is it because Song Mo really likes men this time that she has such a bad body?

After asking about the location of the Song family's lantern shop, Tang Huan left thoughtfully.

Now, if you want to get close to Song Mo, you can only be his apprentice.

Perhaps, it was because the woman dressed up as a man that made her chest so flat?

Tang Huan thought about it and still felt that the subsequent guess was more reliable. Otherwise, if Song Mo really likes men, it would be useless for her to dress up as a man? And that's the case, a woman, wants to force him, and without that thing, where did he pick him? Go dreaming!

Humph, even if Song Mo likes men, she will make him change to women!

Before I knew it, I arrived at the lamp shop.

There was a table at the door, and a man dressed in a guy was sitting there, picking up his pen to register his name.

Looking at the long queue, Tang Huan was a little stunned. This was the last day, why are there so many people coming to sign up?

She ran over quickly.

A tall man in front of her was a big man. When he heard the movement, he turned around, lowered his head, glanced at her, and snorted and turned back.

Tang Huan was too lazy to pay attention to him.

She was not worried about her identity being exposed. The mute couldn't speak, and others could not tell whether she was a man or a woman based on her voice. This flat-fitting woman dressed as a man, and she was two years younger than her Adam's apple, which could be said to have not grown up yet. Her red lips and white teeth could also be attributed to her parents' foundation. In this way, as long as she insisted that she was a man and as long as she paid more attention to her every move, those people would not doubt her, and at most she praised her for being beautiful like a girl.

The red sun was drifting, and it was her turn.

It wasn't her turn anymore, Tang Huan was almost starving to death. She was busy asking for news and forgot to have dinner first. It was a mistake.

"Okay, it's dark, and the registration for the last day is over. If you fail to catch up, go back first. When the boss recruits disciples in the future, if everyone still wants to become a disciple, remember to hurry up early!" The guy shouted with a smile.

Unfortunately, even if he laughed, no one would like to support him. Those who had been in vain after queuing for a long time, such as the big man in front of Tang Huan, rushed up, blocking his friend from letting him in the door, forcing him to remember all the people before leaving.

The guy is not a vegetarian either. He turned around and called the people inside to report to the official, saying that there were bad people causing trouble here.

The Song family has always had a good relationship with the government, but when the people who caused trouble heard this, they quickly parted.

The guy was dressed and cursed, moving the table in.

But his two little hands pressed on the table. The guy looked up and met a pair of bright black eyes full of begging.

Tang Huan pointed at the list he put into his arms, and the meaning was obvious.

The guy came back to his senses and asked tentatively: "You can't speak? Want to be an apprentice?"

Tang Huan nodded.

The guy sneered, "The mute still wants to come to become a disciple, so go home and stay!" He lifted the table hard and wanted to go in.

Tang Huan hugged his waist and refused to let him go.

The guy shook for a while, the table leg hit the door, making a muffled sound, and his hand was crushed, making him grinning. With a bang, he held Tang Huan's hand and tried to push her away, "Okay, you little mute, you're starting to talk to you, I won't teach you a lesson!"

Tang Huan was hungry for a day, so she didn't have the strength. As soon as the guy pulled her, he threw her out. However, Tang Huan had already aimed the direction and used his strength to pounce directly into the shop. He staggered forward for a few steps. Finally, he couldn't control his rush and fell forward.

"careful."

He was about to fall to the ground, and suddenly he stretched out his hands, held her shoulder and lifted it up.

Tang Huan looked up in surprise.

Song Mo was wearing a blue shirt in front of him, his skin was as jade, his eyes were as handsome as a star, and his handsomeness was as banished as an immortal.

The author has something to say: The beginning is a bit stuck, so I send it late, so I will try to send another chapter at 3 pm!

This time Huanhuan is a mute, a challenge for her and a beautiful woman. I hope the story I wrote will make everyone like it~

Thank you for your thunder, Momo~

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