Then he lightly pinched the woman's pink cheeks, causing Lan Yi, the courtesan of Lanxiangyuan, to act coquettishly and shyly.
The laughter in that corner was low, and the woman was moaning. Compared with the noisy outside, it was more ambiguous and charming.
Feng Zhiwei served tea as a waiter with no expression on her face, thinking that if Lan Yi had seen the scene where he pushed Yin'er into the river that night, she wondered if she would still be shy.
I also thought that this person was with a bunch of princes and grandchildren, and his behavior was casual and natural, but for some reason, he just felt out of place.
She kept her hands on her hands, and when she turned around, she always felt that there was a gaze behind her, sticking to her back full of exploration, but she remained calm and did not turn her head in that direction.
Her attention was on the table, because Yin'er's face was ugly, and she was always winking at her intentionally or unintentionally. Beside her was the pale and blue-faced thin man in yellow, and there was something wrong with his cloudy eyes.
Feng Zhiwei doesn't want to be nosy, she just doesn't see it—a woman in the world, it is inevitable to meet all kinds of low-class guests, dealing with them is a compulsory course for them, not her obligation.
After drinking for three rounds, everyone was drunk, some people took the girls out, Yin'er was also taken out by the son, and everyone looked at their backs with strange eyes.
Yin'er was hugged in that person's arms, she looked back frequently, her eyes were sad and begging, as if she was looking for someone who could help her out, but everyone turned their eyes away.
Feng Zhiwei frowned, but her feet still didn't move. She always felt that as long as that person was present, she had better not show off.
However, the two walked past her hugging each other. Under Yin'er's half-opened skirt, a deep red bruise on the snow-colored skin suddenly passed her eyes.
Feng Zhiwei was startled, silent for a while, put down the teacup in his hand silently, and quietly followed out from the side door.
She just went out on this side, and in the private room with her back facing her, the elegant man in the moon white brocade robe suddenly smiled and pushed Lan Yi away from his arms.
Lan Yi thought he was just teasing, and leaned over again with a charming smile.
The man lowered his face, with a faint smile on his eyebrows that fascinated all living beings, and the corner of his lips curled up as he watched the woman approaching without knowing his eyes.
Then he made a move on his sleeve.
The ordinary-looking guard suddenly appeared from some corner, grabbed the small black stone cauldron, turned it over, and threw Lan Yi on the head.
The scorching smoke and ash fell, accompanied by the woman's miserable scream.
The surroundings were immediately silent, and everyone was horrified and silent.
"Ning Cheng, you've started to feel pity for women recently." The man stood up with a smile without even looking at the woman who fell to the ground and cried out in pain, "I thought you would fall on your face."
"That's what I planned." Ning Cheng looked at Lan Yi with his head, "But I suddenly found that the rouge on her face is too thick, and I'm afraid it won't burn."
Smiling lightly, ignoring his kinky bodyguard, the man passed by the crowd silently, and went out in the direction Feng Zhiwei left.
Where he passed, there was no soot, and the crying could only be buried in the dust.
Feng Zhiwei followed Yin'er and the other two to a secluded small garden in the backyard.
She was a little surprised, why didn't the guest go to the room, does this person like wild fun
After a clump of winter jasmine flowers, the two stopped, and then the man's rapid and heavy panting was heard.
Feng Zhi blushed slightly, turned his back, thinking that he was crazy, so why should he be suspicious? People actually followed!
She raised her foot and was about to leave, when she suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the small voice behind her, it didn't sound like an emotional murmur, but rather like enduring pain.
She hesitated for a while, then turned her head to look, through the golden flowers, she saw that the man with all his clothes off picked a rose and stuck it in Yin'er's chest!
Feng Zhiwei walked over suddenly.
She came over with a smile on her face, patted the man on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Morning."
The man was having fun, and suddenly someone greeted him like this in this place, he let go and turned his head in surprise.
A cold light flashed.
Feng Zhiwei was still smiling freely, standing in front of the man, with a dagger in one hand that was illuminated by cold light, and with the other bloody hand, he quickly grabbed the thing and took it back from the man's crotch.
She moved so fast and neatly that she withdrew her hand, and the other party felt the pain. He hugged his crotch with a cry and jumped ten feet high.
However, the cry of pain failed to escape smoothly, and at the same time he jumped up feeling the pain, Feng Zhiwei grabbed the rose and stuffed it into his mouth.
The rose's fine thorns pierced the mouth in an instant, causing countless wounds. The man rolled his eyes in pain, his whole body twitched, and he couldn't even scream.
Only then did Feng Zhiwei withdraw her hand in a leisurely manner, and pulled a few leaves to wipe off the blood.
Yin'er was so shocked that she couldn't speak, she stepped back with a pale face, and forgot to put on her clothes, but Feng Zhiwei kindly helped her tidy up, took a pouch from her waist, and put it in go in.
Then she shook the purse in front of the man.
"You...you..." the young master was panting, and was directly knocked down by Feng Zhiwei's calm and tough, in pain and fear, shaking so much that he couldn't speak well.
"I'm fine." Feng Zhi smiled slightly, "You're not fine."
"You... I'm going to kill you..." The other party twitched, and let out a hoarse voice from between his teeth, every word was gnashing his teeth in hatred, "I'm going to skin you! Tear... your bones! Bruise your whole family... Ashes..."
Feng Zhiwei ignored him, turned around and asked Yin'er a few words in a low voice, then smiled.
She smiled calmly, clutching a purse like a flower, and said softly and deftly: "I don't know how Li Xueshi knows the grandson of his family's three-generation single-handed grandson, how would he feel if he went whoring and whoring and lost his grandchildren's bag?"
The man trembled, his face turned pale, thinking of his strict grandfather, his legs softened a bit.
"I don't know Li Xueshi's old friends and good censors. Knowing that the scholar's family is not strict, and his precious grandson is castrated, will he personally ask His Majesty to help control it?"
Mr. Li was stunned, as if he remembered something, his face turned pale, he was about to faint from the pain, but now he didn't dare to faint.
Feng Zhi smiled more and more gently.
Yin'er only knew the identity of this dude, but she knew even more that the Tiansheng court had serious political disputes, and the ministers in the court had their own factions. Which faction, but it must also belong to a certain power group. This kind of thing will also be the weakness of others to attack.