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Madam Lu finally believed what Feng Yuheng said, because she saw with her own eyes the woman who was obviously a low-class singer entangled with a man at the door of the elegant room, and a woman who looked like a young woman inside said a few words. As soon as Feng Yuheng arrived, he immediately dragged the young woman to the elegant room next door. At the same time, she heard Feng Yuheng's voice shouting: "Master, don't hit Madam, I will take Madam away now, Master, please don't be angry.
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Mrs. Lu suddenly felt that it was not only herself who was embarrassed on the ship tonight, but also the son of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion who was embarrassing enough. He was so fond of women that he even did not let go of the inferior singing girl. To be honest, he was not as good as her man. Thinking of this, she did not want to stay on the deck any longer, so she stood up, patted her butt and went back to her cabin.
As for Feng Yuheng, Wang Chuan was inexplicably dragged to the next room by Feng Yuheng, Yuan Fei was also inexplicably scolded by Feng Yuheng, and even Qing Le, who knocked on Yuan Fei's door, had a sparkle in his eyes the moment he saw Feng Yuheng.
The farce started suddenly but ended quickly. Feng Yuheng pulled Wangchuan back to the cabin where she and Huang Quan were. Although Yuan Fei felt strange, he reacted quickly. He knew that since Feng Yuheng said that, he must have a purpose for saying that. So he pulled Qingle and brought her into his arms, returned to the cabin, and closed the cabin door.
Some people who were not asleep seemed to have heard the noise on this side, but when they leaned out to look, the doors of the two cabins were already closed and there was no sound at all.
Qingle stayed in Yuanfei's room for half an hour, and then, under Yuanfei's escort, she exchanged places with Huangquan and Wangchuan without anyone noticing. Qingle finally entered the private room where Fengyuheng was, and when she looked up, she saw Fengyuheng sitting cross-legged on the couch, holding a heater in his hand, and smilingly greeted her: "Hi!"
Qingle was startled and lost in thought for a moment. It seemed as if her memory had returned to the past, when she was still a high and mighty princess. Although her father was a king of a different surname, even if her status and position were not as high as Xuan Tiange's, she was much more noble than most of the celebrities in the capital. She was so glorious at that time, calling the shots in the mansion, with so many servants around her, and so many men staring at her eagerly, but they couldn't even say a word.
But what about now? She was disgraced and became the lowest singing girl. Even beggars on the street could sleep on her bed as long as they could pay.
Qingle smiled bitterly. She should hate Feng Yuheng, but there were too many things that she could not remember clearly. She was like a walking corpse all day long, and she didn't even have the energy to hate him.
She took a few steps forward, sat on a chair beside her, and said to Feng Yuheng, "When I saw Huang Quan, I knew you were probably on this boat too. I didn't expect it to be true."
Feng Yuheng looked at Qingle, her thoughts drifting between the past and the present, but not as much as Qingle's feelings. She just couldn't figure out to what extent Prince Ding'an had ruined his family, so that Qingle would fall to this point? It is said that a lean camel is bigger than a horse. After all, he is a prince, and even if the throne is removed, he should not be so miserable.
"You came to see me on purpose, right?" Feng Yuheng asked her, "Princess Qingle, long time no see."
Qingle was startled. The words "former princess" sounded really ironic to her. She knew Feng Yuheng was not someone to be trifled with. She had fought with him before, unwillingly time and again, even teaming up with Feng Chenyu, but still couldn't beat him. After more than a year of training, Feng Yuheng's tongue seemed to be better than before.
"Yes." Qingle sighed softly, "I came to see you on purpose. Feng Yuheng, can you... rescue me?" She spoke in a low voice, but her eyes were shining. Anyone could see that Qingle was full of hope at this moment.
Feng Yuheng did not express her opinion, she just looked at Qingle with a probing look.
Qingle gritted his teeth and said, "I know you are very capable. If you can rescue me, I will tell you a secret."
Feng Yuheng frowned, "Trade? I hate this kind of threatening deal the most. Qingle, you and I are enemies, you chose the wrong person."
Qingle stood up suddenly, her anger rising, a little breathless, she pointed at Feng Yuheng and said: "You are the dignified Ji'an County Master, you sneaked out secretly, aren't you afraid of being discovered? If I tell your identity and whereabouts, I believe there will be many people who are willing to buy this news."
Feng Yuheng laughed, "What am I afraid of? If you have this idea, I can guarantee that you will be killed before you even open your mouth. A little singer, even if she dies, no one will investigate. Also, maybe you have heard that I was conferred the title of county lord, but you don't know that the era of county lords has passed. Now, I am the Princess Ji'an." She smiled and said, "By the way, you have also been a princess, but I am different from you. I am a princess with a fiefdom. You have never felt the fiefdom, right?"
Feng Yuheng's words were heart-wrenching to Qingle. Her legs were shaking as she stood, and she finally couldn't hold on any longer and sat back down. She said helplessly, "I've never won a contest with you. Forget it, Feng Yuheng, I don't need you to save me. Since we are both Dashun people, I'll tell you something."
As Qingle spoke, a layer of sadness covered her face, and she even reached out to touch the cloth on her head. She told Fengyuheng: "The man who brought us inferior singers came from the Northern Territory. He is not a big shot himself, but every month, someone will come to him, not asking for money or people, just to listen to him about what he saw and heard here. But you know, people in this line of work have no fixed place to live. Today they travel to this state, and tomorrow they may go to another county. There is no telling how many times they have traveled by water on the Pengjiang River. The more places they go, the more people they meet, and the more things they hear. His mission is to gather information from all kinds of mixed places. For people in the Northern Territory, one useful sentence out of a hundred is enough. And the thing I'm talking about is a secret I heard a month ago."
Qingle stood up again, moved two steps to Feng Yuheng's bed, half bent his body, and leaned forward. The two looked at each other, as if they were competing, and stared at each other for half an incense stick of time, and finally Qingle was the first to lose.
But the moment she stood up and stepped back, Feng Yuheng was surprised to see a hint of turbidity in Qingle's eyes. The turbidity clouded her vision, and in just a blink of an eye, it made her look less clever.
"I can't tell you, so why should I tell you?" Qingle tilted her head and looked at Feng Yuheng. Her eyes were still cloudy, but she seemed to be trying her best to fight against the cloudyness, struggling to say the last words: "Feng Yuheng, everything I have today is thanks to you. With our relationship, why do you expect me to tell you such an important thing? Haha!" Qingle suddenly laughed, her body swayed twice and then she tried to keep her balance, and said: "Feng Yuheng, Feng Yuheng, go north, you can't come back!" As she spoke, she reached out to pinch her handkerchief, wiped it casually on her face, and threw it forward.
The handkerchief was too light and fluttered to the ground, and Qingle's laughter became louder.
Huang Quan rushed in from outside, frowned and looked at Qing Le for a while, then saw Feng Yu Heng waved his hand and said to Huang Quan: "Then let's consider her money as our young master's prostitution fee, and then send it back."
Huang Quan nodded, grabbed Qingle and left without saying a word, but Feng Yuheng got down and picked up the handkerchief.
It was a white handkerchief with a small bunch of white flowers on the lower left corner, which was elegant and beautiful. Feng Yuheng didn't know much about flowers, so he put the handkerchief on the table, but kept thinking about what Qingle said.
It's not that she wasn't curious about the thing Qingle didn't say, but if that was said from Qingle's mouth, she didn't know whether she should believe it. Just like Qingle said, with their relationship, what else could they expect from each other?
Huang Quan came back soon and told Feng Yuheng: "I gave her five taels of silver. Five taels is already a lot for such an inferior singer. It is probably enough for her to receive customers at least five times."
Feng Yuheng stroked his forehead, what a bargain!
"What is this?" Huang Quan saw the handkerchief on the table, picked it up and looked at it for a while, then said, "The hibiscus flower embroidery is quite beautiful."
"What flower?" Feng Yuheng suddenly turned around and asked Huang Quan: "What kind of flower do you think is embroidered on it?"
Huang Quan told her: "Hibiscus flower."
Feng Yuheng stared at the handkerchief, and suddenly understood what Qingle wanted to tell her. There were hibiscus flowers embroidered on the white handkerchief, hibiscus flowers... "Bai Furong." She tapped her head, always a little unwilling to come to this conclusion. When she left the camp, she jokingly told Xuan Tianming to stay away from Bai Furong, but she didn't expect that, in the end, her words were not in vain.
"What's wrong with Miss Bai?" Huang Quan was puzzled.
Feng Yuheng waved her hands. This was a bit sudden, and she hadn't reacted yet. But when Wang Chuan went to find Xiangrong, Xiangrong happened to injure her foot, and then Bai Furong came to the camp instead. In fact, she had already felt that something was wrong at that time. But she didn't think too much about it. After all, she believed that she could still trust Bai Furong.
"Miss, should we deal with Qingle? What if she goes out and spreads rumors..."
"No need." Feng Yuheng shook his head, and thought of the turbidity in Qingle's eyes when he left. "Qingle has gone crazy. Who would believe the words of a madman?"
That's what he said, but a madman, when his nerves were about to collapse, tried his best to fight against that turbidity, and finally left her this handkerchief... "Qingle." Feng Yuheng sighed, "Forget it, Xuan Tianming sent a letter to Qingzhou before we left. Someone will definitely pick us up after we get off the boat. You go and tell the people who are there to find a way to rescue Qingle, find a doctor to see her, and take good care of her."
Huang Quan didn't know why Feng Yuheng suddenly wanted to help Qingle again, but she couldn't take care of this matter at this time. She asked Feng Yuheng anxiously: "Miss, do you have to implement the plan you mentioned before?" Please visit:
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