Several people stood in front of a building in the middle of the city road, and the location was the best. The red wall bricks and tiles are magnificent. At the top of the red vermilion lacquer door, there is a black gold silk nanmu plaque, and the three big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing on it are "Feng Ya Stream".

The hall is very lively, with geisha playing pipa and zither, and girls courting guests. The four of them stood outside the door, and the one who reacted the most was Feng Qingzhi, and now she was thinking in her heart: This hall is not a good hall, what is he doing in this kind of place?

"I don't like this kind of place." Feng Qingzhi said lightly. didn't look at Ji Chenxiao's expression, she was even a little angry now. What kind of medicine is sold in Ji Chenxiao's gourd?

Ji Chenxiao sneered and said, "It's not a question of whether you like it or not, and no one is forcing you." With that, he walked straight inside.

"You ......" Feng Qingzhi flicked down her sleeves.

Paper Yan hurriedly followed, and the pen and ink whispered in Feng Qingzhi's ear: "Don't worry, miss, the prince won't do anything excessive." Then he took his sword and walked into the temple. d

Feng Qingzhi looked around left and right, making sure that no one was looking at her before she walked in.

It's really ...... inside

Ji Chenxiao, followed by a gorgeously dressed old ...... The woman went upstairs, and her eyes didn't forget to glance at Feng Qingzhi, and Feng Qingzhi avoided his gaze. After Ji Chenxiao walked into a room, she decided to go up.

Just then, a drunk man with a wine jug blocked her path. looked at her obscenely, and said with a smile: "Little sister, accompany your master to have a glass of wine before leaving!" ”

Feng Qingzhi glanced at him disdainfully, not ready to take care of it, and stepped upstairs. The drunk reached out and grabbed her wrist, Feng Qingzhi was agitated, grabbed his wrist with her backhand and pushed it to his neck and clamped it tightly.

The wine in the drunkard's hand had already been sprinkled on the ground, and his face was purple.

Everyone was startled and fled in a hurry.

The drunk was already suffocating and couldn't say a word. When the old bustard heard this, he rushed over, and when he saw this, his eyes widened exaggeratedly, and his expression was extremely exaggerated. I've been doing this for more than ten years, and I've never seen a girl who doesn't take the initiative to solicit customers. When I think of those white flowers, I feel angry. Picking up a handkerchief and scolding.

"Which house girl? Unruly, you dare to beat the guests of the elegant stream, I see that your skin is itchy, isn't it?"

Feng Qingzhi's hand was still not released, tilted her head and tilted at the bustard, and said indifferently: "Oh, how does my aunt know that my skin is itchy?" This temple is not a good temple, and the people here are not good people. How can I say that I am wrong in this non-good store? "Every word is indifferent, every word is sarcastic. The old bustard raised his hand and was about to wave it over.

"Aunt Yun." A lifetime of clear words made Yun Laobu's rough hand stagnate in mid-air. Everyone looked at it, Ji Chenxiao was behind the carved fence on the second floor, with a slender figure that attracted people's attention.

"Yo, Master Ji, why did you come out?" Yun Laobustard's arrogant arrogance disappeared in an instant, and he asked with a smile.

Ji Chenxiao didn't answer Yun Laobu's words, but turned to Feng Qingzhi and said, "Zhizhi, let him go." "Why? Yun Laobuar looked at Ji Chenxiao in surprise and then at Feng Qingzhi. Not to mention that Yun Laobuar was surprised, even Feng Qingzhi herself was surprised.

For the sake of her own safety, Feng Qingzhi didn't say much. Throwing the man's wrist away, the drunken man was so frightened that he staggered away.

After letting go of the gangster, Feng Qingzhi went up the steps and walked in the direction of Ji Chenxiao.

A colorful room. The room was full of colorful curtains and curtains, which were very ambiguous.

Feng Qingzhi didn't open her mouth from beginning to end, and the atmosphere was extremely weird.

Yun Lao Bustard poured tea on the side, smiling. The thick layer of rouge on his face was squeezed by the smile.

"Childe, I really don't know ...... this girl and Childe" Feng Qingzhi coughed lightly, wanting to explain but didn't know how to explain. Can there be a limit to whether this Ji Chenxiao can engage people?

"No problem." In short, looking at Feng Qingzhi with a complicated frowning face, Ji Chenxiao was inexplicably in a good mood.

"Thank you for your forgiveness, the person you want has arrived, so I'll step back first."