There was nothing unusual about the noble girls, Qin Zhaoning took a seat and used some tea first.

Listening to the spring on the sidelines, he paid attention to the surroundings, especially the side hall where the singers who were about to perform.

"Sister, I heard that tonight's dance is a Fenghua mistake borrowed from Changchun Yuan by the Teaching Workshop Division, and the side hall where the performance is prepared is lively, and the subordinates of the Marquis of Changping have deliberately gone around twice to see it." There was gossip among the nobles, and as it spread, someone quietly glanced at Qin Zhaoning.

Qin Zhaoning tilted his head slightly, and the nobles naturally withdrew their gaze.

Fenghua mistakenly, she was playful, looked at Tingchun, and Tingchun nodded to prove that this was true.

Qin Zhaoning lowered his eyebrows and drank tea.

Although Qin Wujiang had repeatedly heard about Fenghua's mistakes, since that incident, she hadn't seen the Ruan family's sister for many years.

After all, she was still young when the Ruan family had an accident, and now she can't remember what Feng Hua Cheng looked like, so naturally she can't expect her to have any friendship with Feng Hua Mistake.

But today's appearance of wind and flower mistakes is a strange thing.

Among the nobles of Chang'an City, there is also her old acquaintance, and dancing as a prostitute at this time is not a humiliation.

Fenghua was able to go from a slave girl to today, and in another way to move Chang'an, she is by no means a reckless person, and her move must have deep meaning.

Qin Zhaoning glanced at the side hall where the singers were.

Could it be her?

Qin Zhaoning hooked the corners of his lips and secretly said that he was careless.

When I saw it before, it was not only Cao Yu who met Song Yijin in Qing'an, but the second brother also had a good reputation for Mu Sheng.

Compared with her as a prostitute, Song Yijin's identity as the county lord of Qing'an is an unattainable peak, and Fenghua can sit idly by.

Fenghua mistakenly had only Qin Wujiang in her heart.

Qin Zhaoning smiled.

That way, it's much easier.

She also happened to not be afraid of getting her hands dirty.

"Sister Qin, you don't want to follow and take a look." A noble lady had the audacity to propose.

Immediately, many people responded and pouted.

They thought that Qin Zhaoning must hate to seduce Qin Wujiang all the time, so that he had no intention of other women's mistakes.

Qin Zhaoning smiled: "Zhaoning is here to congratulate the old lady on her birthday, and she has no intention of meeting other people, if you are interested, you can't go and meet her." ”

See her?

What kind of identity is Fenghua now, and why did they let them go to see her.

Qin Zhaoning had already looked away, and the nobles didn't please him, so he turned his head a little sneeringly.

They are all the same age as Qin Zhaoning, and they don't have a deep impression of Fenghua's mistakes, and the most fierce reactions are none other than several young ladies who are the same age as Fenghua's mistakes.

They are all married now, and now they recall the old things when they were young and were mistakenly suppressed by Fenghua, and naturally their faces are not good.

"Mrs. Ben would like to see what she looks like now." The princess of Chengyang, the princess of the Hou family, got up, and the two befriended noblewomen also followed her to the apse.

"Miss, Miss, the princess of Chengyang Hou is here." Ziyu waited and saw that the comer was not good.

Fenghua mistakenly sorted out her makeup and sat there.

When the three of them entered the door, they were stung by her dazzling brightness like the midsummer sun.

A bit of cynicism and sparelessness.

Fenghua listened quietly, what kind of cynicism she hadn't experienced all these years.

Estimating the time, she got up, smiled and curtsied: "The three ladies are angry, they were all mine in the past, and now they are all nobles, why bother to see me as a lowly slave girl." ”

"Ruan Mengyu, I haven't seen you for a few years, but now you know better." Seeing her like this, the Lu family didn't disdain to be aggressive, and was about to withdraw the troops, when he heard Fenghua laugh and laugh.

"That's why the second brother is still willing to wait for me."

The three ladies were all the same, and the Lu family clenched their fists even more.

At the beginning, she and Fenghua mistakenly befriended in order to get close to Qin Wujiang, but she didn't know that the Ruan family was defeated, Ruan Mengyu became Fenghua, Qin Wujiang still had only her in her eyes, Ruan Mengyu alone, and she waited until she was sixteen years old, and refused to marry a wife.

The more humble Ruan Mengyu is at the moment, the more compromised she is, the worse she is!

"Ruan Mengyu!" She shouted, "Someone! ”

Ziyu pounced and knelt down: "The princess is angry!" ”

"The princess has a noble status, and she is as knowledgeable as me, a lowly prostitute, I'm afraid that she will lose her identity, right?" Fenghua's expression was flat.

"You know that, too?" Lu sneered: "You collided with me today, even if you kill here, it's not too much." ”

"That's natural, but ......" Fenghua miserably frowned, "It's time for me to dance soon, and the princess will make a big fuss at this time, for fear that it will cause displeasure between the two mansions of Changping and Chengyang." ”

Lu's eyes flickered: "You don't scare me with these." ”

"Really? What about the second brother? Fenghua smirked, "Look, my girl is gone." ”

Lu's eyes widened, the girl she was crying and begging just now was really gone.

"Did she go to Qin Wujiang?" Lu's back was cold, she was miscalculated by Fenghua!

She turned and fled.

Feng Hua sneered and raised her sharpened chin: "After so many years, there has been no progress at all." ”

Not only can you not insult her for half a point, but you must spare no effort to do things for her.

Over there, before the Lu clan left the courtyard gate of the side hall, he heard a dispute.

"You are so bold that you dare to lead me here...... This hall of singers! Song Yijin was so angry that he almost jumped to his feet, "Do you know who I am!" ”

She got out of the carriage and followed the little guy who led the way, and the little guy was not polite all the way, and led her to the side hall where the lowly singer and the girl were stunned.

"You entered through the small door, who are you not singing and miscellaneous servants?" The little guy was also stunned.

I haven't seen a singer who dares to go wild in the Hou Mansion.

"Is this how you Changping Marquis Mansion looks down on people!" Song Yijin was so angry that he fainted, and the ironclad guard behind him couldn't bear it.

Song Yijin was humiliated, how could they look good on the faces of these guards.

The three of the Lu family stopped, and they heard Song Yijin's maid Xiangyu angrily report to her home: "Listen, my young lady is the county lord of Qing'an, the younger sister of Qing'an Hou, you cheap slaves, you have mistaken the identity of my young lady, wait to be beaten to death!" ”

The little house in the Changping Marquis Mansion flickered, and the singers in the side hall also ran out to see the excitement.

"The county lord, the county lord is not like us, the Hou Mansion who entered from the lower door, showing off something." Someone hid in the crowd and spoke in a mocking tone.

"Who?!" Song Yijin drank hard, although she had to be cautious in her words and deeds, but in front of a group of singers, she didn't have such a good temper.

At this time, the singers were the same enemy, blocking each other, not letting Song Yijin know who it was.

Lu Shi smiled and saw the opportunity.

It's just right, bring more people here, and see how the wind flower mistake is still publicized

"Yo, who is this such a big shelf, go to the hall and inform Mrs. Hou why this Qing'an county lord came to the singer hall." Lu said.

Song Yijin's face turned green.

This is who is falling into the well, the matter is getting out, how can she still see people.

Lu's maid didn't care about Song Yijin's face, she turned her head and ran.

The women's hall was in chaos, and Mrs. Hou of Changping hurriedly came over, and there were many people who came straight to the side hall with all kinds of thoughts and good deeds.

The buzz spread quickly.

In front of an inconspicuous table in the lobby, an old man drank tea: "Qing'an County Lord? I...... Is there really such a title? ”