After talking, the woman finally left with the money.

Feng Hongyin looked at him blankly.

She lowered her head and looked at her toes. When the woman was gone, big tears fell from her eyes, but there was no cry.

He was obviously a timid and timid person. He cried like this but suppressed his cry firmly.

She shed tears in the alley alone for a while, then limped and turned back to Cuiyu Tower.

Feng Hongyin looked gloomy, looked at the direction she was just now, and then at Cuiyu Tower.

In the evening, he stepped into the site of Cuiyu Tower again.

There was no task this time, but he went straight to her room.

When she arrived at the door of her room, she happened to celebrate her mother coming out of the room.

Seeing Feng Hongyin, Houqing's mother was stunned, and then she greeted her with a smile: "Oh Lord, it's really unfortunate today..."

Feng Hongyin ignored her and opened the door.

In the door, she was sitting in front of the guqin playing a tune, and she raised her head after hearing the movement of pushing the door in.

Seeing it was him, I had a melodious sound of the piano.

The eyes of the two collided.

The one who ordered her today is Wang Ge's prostitute, and when he saw Feng Hongyin, he immediately stood up and saluted: "Master Wang."

Feng Hongyin then retracted his gaze, and looked at Elder Wang's son in front of him lightly: "Excuse me?"

"No, no!" Who didn't know that Zhu Wangyequan was in the wild, although his temper was a bit elusive, but it was a joy to be able to make friends with him.

Elder Wang's son was beaming: "It is a blessing to be in the same room with the prince."

Feng Hongyin nodded indifferently. He couldn't see whether it was happiness or sadness. He allowed him to talk about it. Feng Hongyin only looked at the woman who started playing the guqin again.

She was wearing a white gown with an old moonlight-colored gauze on the outside, and she looked ethereal as an immortal.

But according to Feng Hongyin's eyes, the clothes are not very particular about the materials, and they are not rare materials.

And no valuable objects can be seen in this elegant-looking room.

She is simply holding a finely carved wooden hairpin on her head, and the earrings are not expensive.

To say it is Fengya, and to put it bluntly, it reveals a bit of sourness.

Isn't it a prostitute? Feng Hongyin finally knew what was the reason for being mixed up like this.

He retracted his gaze and poured himself a glass of wine.

Elder Wang's concubine had the courage to clink a glass of wine with him, and then saw him toast and clinked another glass.

Then, before he recovered, he saw Feng Hongyin holding up the jug again and pouring himself a glass.

I wish the prince have drunk it, but the son of Elder Wang dare not drink it? After a while, he fell to the ground and couldn't shout.

Feng Hongyin was quite sober, he walked out the door expressionlessly and asked Qing's mother to find someone to send the son away, and then returned to his mind and closed the door.

The benefactor was gone, and her guqin sound stopped.

"I don't know what song the prince wants to listen to?"

Where Feng Hongyin wanted to listen to the music, he only poured himself a glass of wine.

"whatever."

When she got this answer, she paused, and a smile appeared on her face: "The slave will show his ugliness and play the song "Mountain Flowing Water" for the prince."

After saying that she was just about to start playing, Feng Hongyin pierced and said: "The "High Mountain and Flowing Water" is looking for a friend, do you think I am a friend with you?"

Hearing what he said, she was stunned, still with a smile on her face: "Then...the prince would like to hear "Ambush on Ten Sides"?"

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