After Ye Chuijin spent a while on the bed and reminisced about her happy life, the door was pushed open.

With hesitation on her face, Qing's mother greeted Mingrou's maid in.

Speaking of this morning, Feng Hongyin just let her go. Before she passed out, she was lifted from Feng Hongyin's bed and thrown back into the Cuiyu Tower.

At this time, the maid walked in and threw a package on her, arrogantly: "Here, your clothes and the money the prince rewarded you are all in it, enough for you to spend a lifetime."

The maid waved her hand and drove Mama Qing out of the house. Then she walked to her bedside and smiled sarcastically: "You have such a dirty body, if it weren't for our lady's self-love, you would not marry the prince. There was discord before, how could it make you cheaper? Be content, just a humble embryo like you, is only worthy of being in this brothel to let those rough and contemptuous husbands, and the blessing of the third life can be favored by the prince."

Hearing this, the person on the bed just shed a tear in silence.

The maid became more and more contemptuous: "In the future, I will stay in this brothel and avoid getting out of the eye. Our young lady said, and then tell her to know that you seduce the prince, so she will sell you to the kiln."

The prostitutes are also divided into three, six or nine classes. Brothels like the Jinfeng Pavilion are mostly engaged in the business of the official, and there are more clean and elegant people. Naturally, it is a place of elegance.

And the most inferior is the warbler who picks up guests in the kiln.

Most of the people who visit the kiln are poor villagers who have no money and power, and a piece of silver can have some fun here.

Women who are sent to such places often die within two years.

Seeing that she was silent, the maid asked fiercely again: "Have you heard?"

After a long while, the person lying on the bed finally opened his eyes.

All thoughts were gray in those eyes, and there was no light at all.

"heard it."

After going down, Xing Fang brought two pots of good wine to find Feng Hongyin.

Feng Hongyin only looked at him, seeing him fluffy.

"What's the matter with you? What's the expression?" Xing Fang rubbed his arm, only to feel the goose bumps on his hand: "Which one is not long-eyed provoke you?"

Feng Hongyin took a deep breath and looked at him coldly: "You came to me for a drink on purpose that day?"

"What?" Xing Fang was stunned, and looked at him up and down: "Why deliberately asked you to drink? That day, I got two new pots of good wine, so I came to you, and I was thinking of you all, so how did I get here? As if I want to harm you?"

What he said didn't seem to be false, Feng Hongyin retracted his gaze and looked down at his finger.

He drank too much that day, and only vaguely remembered that his whole body was as uncomfortable as a fire. When he woke up the next day, he saw Ming Rou lying beside him with no strands on his body.

Seeing that he was awake, Mingrou bit her lip and cried out: "Master, you...this spreads out, how am I going to live?"

As soon as she started crying here, the door was pushed open.

Princess Ming walked in with a surprised look, and looked at the scene in front of her: "Don't be afraid, Xiaorou, Aunty will be the master for you!"

The people around was a big show. Everyone said that he was drunk that day, and he just broke the second lady of the Ming family, and the bed was indeed red.

But there was a voice in Feng Hongyin's heart that told him over and over again: "It's not like this."

It's not like that, the person on that day was not Mingrou.

He didn't like her at all, how could he just accept her when he was drunk?

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