It wasn't until evening that Feng Qingfang returned to the inn.

As soon as she returned to the room, and her other foot hadn't touched the ground yet, Jiang Louyue hurriedly stepped forward and couldn't wait to ask, "Has His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said anything?" ”

The prince didn't say anything.

Feng shook his head wildly and said: "Girl, this is the first time, please don't be anxious, you have to let the prince think about the girl's thoughts, as the saying goes, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." ”

Afraid that Jiang Louyue would be suspicious, Feng Qingfang continued to talk nonsense: "It's just that I saw that the prince's face, which has never been smiling, seems to be a little softer, and the corners of his lips are slightly curled. ”

"Come to think of it, there should have been a slight change in the girl."

When she said these words, she quietly observed Jiang Louyue's changes, and sure enough, she saw a look of joy rise in Jiang Louyue's eyes.

Jiang Louyue nodded: "That's fine." ”

At noon the next day, Feng Qingfang went out again, Jiang Louyue handed her a letter, and said softly: "This is the letter I wrote to the prince, and the prince will know it when he reads it." ”

Feng took the letter and glanced at it, with a straight plum blossom letter, with a line of words: The prince is personally enlightened.

The envelope faintly exudes a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, Xiaokai is shockingly beautiful, cold and elegant, unparalleled in charm, looking at it from a distance, like a plum blossom in full bloom.

Between the words, proud, solemn, there is a kind of graceful and elegant style.

Jiang Louyue, a woman, is indeed a good handwriter.

If this is really sent to Mu Liancheng, people like him who are indifferent will also have ripples in their hearts.

After Feng Qingfang came down, he carried the letter in his arms, and then took a detour to the dark market.

Yesterday she walked around outside, not because she found nothing, but because she had already heard about the existence of the dark market.

Dark market, dark market.

Naturally, it is different from the market on the long street, in short, it is an underground trading market, and it is needless to say that it is prosperous, but because no one controls it, it is mixed, so occasionally there will be black things that eat black.

The dark market will open on the first day of each month, and today is the first day of the new year.

Because the people who can come here have extraordinary identities and backgrounds, the secrecy measures in the dark market are very good, and before entering, they will wear a cloak to cover their faces.

After all, most of the things traded here are shady.

Feng walked wildly in the dark market, scanning the stalls on both sides with interest, on which there were a dazzling array of treasures, and there were also two or two private traders.

She walked directly to an empty stall, sat down cross-legged, placed the string of green agate beads on the black cloth, and waited for the buyer to come over with her chin propped up.

When the surrounding sellers saw her selling this thing, they couldn't help but be a little curious, and soon a customer stood in front of Feng Qingyan and asked in a hoarse voice: "How did you sell these green agate beads?" ”

Feng Qingfang deliberately changed her face, she raised a public face, and said with a smile on her face: "Hehe, brother, you really know the goods, this is the best green agate, just this string, five thousand taels, I will leave after selling." ”

"Five thousand taels is too expensive, let's be cheaper, I'll ask for it cheaper." The customer is obviously also a veteran bargainer, and he can clearly see that this string of Buddhist beads is unusual, but he will lower the price if he is born.

"Hmm...... Anyway, it's just a bunch, if you really want it, then sell it to you for four thousand five white taels. ”

Seeing that the customer didn't speak, Feng Qingfang gritted his teeth and stretched out four fingers in pain: "One price, four thousand taels, brother, I really can't bargain, you have to let me make some money, don't you?" ”

"Four thousand taels."

The customer was very arrogant this time, and directly took out four thousand taels of silver tickets.

The two men took the money in one hand and delivered the goods in the other, and the deal ended.

After the customer left, when Feng Qing frantically counted the silver tickets, his heart was dripping blood, and he couldn't help but scold: "Bastard! I will bargain, and the old lady will lose a thousand taels in vain! ”

"Four thousand taels is four thousand taels, and it's better than not having a penny at all." Feng lightly took the silver ticket in his arms, patted his ass and stood up, and then left the dark market.

As soon as Feng Qingfang's front foot entered the inn, he was stopped by Lan Xi with his back foot.

"Stop!"

Lan Xi stared at Feng Qingfang with unkind eyes, and asked coldly: "The inn is not far from the Prince's Mansion, half an hour is enough to come and go, and it will take you an hour to go." ”

She glanced at Feng Qingfang, her eyes full of doubt: "Say, did you lie to my girl?" Do you take it all as jewelry? ”

At this time, Jiang Louyue just came out of the room.

The girl's face was cold, and the frost at the bottom of her eyes suddenly rose, but she was not angry, and still asked Feng lightly: "Gently, you tell the truth, is it as Lan Xi guessed, you used jewelry privately?" ”

There was already skepticism in the words.

As soon as Feng Qingfang wanted to speak, Lan Xi said angrily: "Girl, she must have bad intentions!" A girl who escaped from the palace, where will her hands and feet be clean? ”

"Girl, you can ask her what the prince's reaction is, and if she can't tell, then she is lying!" Lan Xi's eyes were sharp, and he didn't believe Feng Qing's words.

This girl looks innocent and kind, but she has a lot on her mind, who knows what kind of ghost she has in her stomach.

Jiang Louyue's eyes narrowed slightly, and her words were cold: "What did the prince say?" ”

Rao is Feng is crazy thief saint, facing the questioning of the two people, she can't help but be a little flustered at this moment, and the inspiration in her brain moved, and a hint of cunning flashed at the bottom of her slightly drooping eyes.

"Girl, you really misunderstood."

Feng Qingfang hurriedly raised his head and explained aggrievedly: "The reason why I have been delayed for so long is because when I first arrived at the Prince's Mansion, the Prince had already entered the palace. ”

The housekeeper hurriedly caught up with the prince and told the prince about the matter.

She explained unhurriedly, without a trace of panic in her tone: "I waited in the mansion for a while, and the housekeeper came back and said that I should come to the prince's mansion later to get the letter." ”

"But really?"

Jiang Lou Yuexiu's eyebrows were frowned, her eyes stayed on Feng Qingfang's face, and she couldn't tell whether her words were true or false.

Feng frantically imitated the scenes in those palace fighting dramas on TV, and hurriedly lifted her skirt and knelt in front of Jiang Louyue, crying: "The girl doesn't say that I have the grace to save my life, and I don't dislike that I am a slave who escaped, and she is willing to let me serve the girl closely, it's too late to be grateful, how dare you deceive the girl?" ”

"Knowing that the girl is interested in the prince, she just wants to do her best to help the girl achieve her wishes."

Feng Qing cried so much that her shoulders were trembling, she choked and raised her head, her eyes were red, and she cried so much that she was pitiful: "Unexpectedly, it was all a slight fault to make the girl suspicious." ”

Seeing her crying so much, Jiang Louyue felt a sense of guilt in her heart, leaned down and helped Feng Qingfang up, and gently wiped her tears: "Don't cry, I believe you are." ”

After returning to the room, Feng was frantic and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The dim candlelight came through, Feng sat on the table lightly, holding the sheep's hair, carefully writing something on the paper, writing several pieces of paper but not satisfied, until the seventh one, he put down the sheep's hair in his hand.

She lifted the rice paper, dried the ink on it, and looked at the words on the paper with satisfaction.

Feng Qingfang relied on the original owner's memory of Mu Liancheng and imitated his handwriting, only to see that on the ivory-white rice paper, Long Fei Feng Wu wrote such a line of words: I like things very much, is there anything else?