Qing mother was stunned for a moment when she saw him.

When she was sent home wrapped in a quilt that day, Mother Qing looked at the injuries on her body and couldn't bear it.

If this is the slightest feeling of pity, it won't make it look like that.

She lay in bed for two full days, and she's getting better today.

Yomo was the one who got the hang of what happened in the palace that day, but today she took the initiative to pick up the guests.

After seeing Feng Hongyin, Qing's mother immediately greeted her with a smile: "Oh, I wish you prince, it's not a coincidence that Miss Yunmei is a guest today."

"A guest?" Feng Hongyin frowned, his heart as if he was grabbed by someone: "What guest?"

"This..." Mother Qing's eyes were a little surprised.

What else do women in the brothel do if they don't pick up guests? Why did he say he was going to kill someone when he came to pick him up?

Feng Hongyin also felt wrong.

He turned his head, trying to make it clear: "I just came to see."

Qing's mother was beaten by the little maid that day, so she didn't dare to ask more, so she could only take him to her door.

Feng Hongyin raised his hand to push the door and entered, when he heard a string of laughter coming from the door.

The laughter was familiar but unfamiliar.

She always stood in front of her timidly, her eyes were clear, her brows were gentle, and she didn't seem to be stained with dust.

But now, he heard her smiling so freely, as if she didn't care about anything.

She had never smiled like this before his eyes.

Never.

Feng Hongyin closed his eyes and pushed open the door with an anger.

In the door, she was sitting next to her benefactor, half of her body was about to lean on the man.

Those slender fingers were picking up the wine glass, as if to feed the man a drink.

The eyes are full of the appearance of a woman from the dust, there is no way of knowing the book, knowing the appearance of Qinse.

Feng Hongyin bit her posterior molars, walked a few steps and pulled her up from the benefactor.

The benefactor was stunned, and recognizing him, he could only stand up and arch his hands: "I wish Prince this is..."

Feng Hongyin took a deep breath and tried to speak as calmly as possible: "Ms. Yunmei is in poor health today, so she won't pick up guests. You can go find another girl."

"This..." That benefactor is also a frequent visitor to Cuiyu Tower, and he has never seen anything like this before.

May the prince float over with an eye knife. Where can the benefactor dare to say half a word, he can only swallow his anger and salute: "Yes."

Mother Qing didn't dare to say much, so she took him to find another girl.

When there were only two people left in the house, Feng Hongyin suffocated his anger and asked in a low voice, "Why are you picking up guests?"

Hearing this question, she came back to her senses after a long while: "The slave is a brothel girl, so she wants to pick up guests."

Feng Hongyin's chest rises and falls, and gritted his teeth: "The one just now was just a little Seventh-Rank Sesame Officer, you also like it?"

She glanced at him, then lowered her eyes, and she looked a bit pitiful before: "The status of a slave is humble, Master Qu does not dislike the blessing of being a slave."

"What blessing? Did you give the blessing of money?" Feng Hongyin couldn't help but mocked.

Unexpectedly, the person in front of you really thought about it seriously, and blessed him: "Since she is a brothel girl, she is naturally a trader in skin and flesh. What's wrong with this?"

Looking at the person in front of him, Feng Hongyin's heart slowly filled with disappointment.

He released his hand and took two steps back slowly.

"You let me down."

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