The distance between the two was not far or close, and they just walked all the way.

When she reached the lonely alley, she stopped at the door of a house somewhere, pursed her lips and smiled and blessed him.

The wooden man stretched out his hand in a panic, wanting to help but not daring to help, for fear of abruptly abrupt the beauty.

"Gorou be careful on the road." Her voice was soft, shallow with a smile.

Friday Lang's honest and slightly dark face suddenly turned red, and he stammered: "Hey...... Hey, I know, you're careful. ”

The two looked at each other silently for a while, and then she smiled lightly and turned back home.

The wooden Friday Lang stood at the door, and after a while he left with a smile on his face.

Feng Hongyin watched from a short distance.

She used to be a famous prostitute in the capital, and the men she came into contact with were either rich or noble, and they were all well-educated Confucian scholars, and they talked about things like ups and downs.

She will wear a white jacket, comb the most fashionable flying fairy sideburns in the capital, and dot half of the light red plum blossom between her eyebrows.

The hands that were used to pluck the strings of the piano are now so self-willingly depraved, walking down the street with a frustrated and ugly-looking countryman, and smiling at the hosta that can be bought with a little silver.

Feng Hongyin slowly walked to her door.

The house looked very small, with years of moss on the damp walls, and dead branches sticking out of the courtyard to spread out of the walls.

The vermilion paint on the door is mottled and old, and it looks quite old.

Feng Hongyin looked at the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Who?" A familiar voice came from the door, and Feng Hongyin didn't answer.

Moments later, the door was opened.

She probably thought that Friday Lang had forgotten something, so she turned back and knocked on the door again, with a faint smile on her face.

And when he saw the person in front of him, the smile suddenly froze.

She took two steps back, lowered her head, and saluted respectfully: "Lord Wang." ”

Feng Hongyin looked at her and reached out to help her up.

When she got up, the smile on her face had disappeared, and only a calm flatness remained.

"I don't know what happened to the prince this time?"

Feng Hongyin stared at the person in front of him firmly, and then turned his gaze slightly.

She wears a hairpin that looks extremely cheap in her green silk, and she feels unsightly no matter how she looks at it.

Feng Hongyin stretched out his hand and wanted to take off the hairpin, but someone dodged it.

She looked at him vigilantly, but she was still respectful about his identity: "Why did the prince come here?" ”

"For you." Feng Hongyin didn't want to reply like this.

This answer made her stunned.

Feng Hongyin looked straight at her.

"How did you leave the Emerald Feather Tower?"

The person in front of him was stunned, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question.

"I went to Cuiyu Tower to find you, saying that you redeemed yourself, and no one knows where you went......"

He rarely wanted to catch up with her and talk about his old friendship.

He's never been so worried about anyone, and he's never been so sober as he is now.

"Lord Wang," her eyebrows were pale and she looked particularly detached under the not-so-bright moonlight: "If it weren't for the last resort, no woman would want to enter the Qinglou as a prostitute." ”

Feng Hongyin was stunned.

He knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he let out a dry "um", and then continued: "I saw you on the street and I still didn't dare to recognize you, why did you dress like this?" ”

She was wearing a slightly bloated padded jacket today, and she was not dressed at all.