True and Fake Young Master

Chapter 19

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"Pei Shaoqing..." Who are you... who are you

Qin Yaotang pondered interestingly, but Fang Yan's fragrance was close to him, and the maiko dressed in red gauze with half breasts cuddled into his arms.

"Young Master Qin, what are you thinking about sitting here alone?" The beauty whispered, softly holding the glass in his hand, she drank all the wine in his hand, and pressed her sweet lips to him.

Qin Yaotang avoided his face, and let his lips fall on his cheeks. His lips still had the soft fragrance, and he didn't want to be contaminated by the garish fragrance. At this time, he saw a familiar figure passing by quickly on the street.

He raised his eyes, not missing that the man was carrying a heavy burden, and the direction was the port in the east. Looking up, a merchant ship was parked in the port, and it seemed that it was about to set sail soon.

Jun Pang didn't show his thoughts, only a cold light flashed across his eyes, and Qin Yaotang got up.

"Ah!" The beauty leaning on his side cried softly, and fell weakly to the ground, pouting her lips. "Young Master Qin, you hurt people."

Qin Yaotang ignored it, jumped down from the second-floor windowsill, followed behind the man, and saw that she really came to the port, her black eyes narrowed slightly.

Du Miaofu asked, "Merchant, is this ship going to set sail?"

"Yeah! We'll be sailing in a moment."

a moment? Fifteen minutes? That's enough, Qin Yaotang won't go back to the Jade Banquet so early, she can escape safely.

Du Miaofu's eyes lit up and she said quickly, "Then I want to get on the boat, how much money do I need?"

"Two? That's fifty taels of silver!"

"No, only..."

"No, we won't get on the boat."

The faint words floated from behind, Du Miaofu's back suddenly became cold, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and hugged her back.

She fell into the warm chest, her body was buckled, she could not help shaking, and the hot breath brushed her ears.

"Brother Qing, do you want to get on the boat?" The voice was soft, faint, and very pleasant.

However, the cold hairs on Du Miaofu's body stood up coldly.

chapter Five

In the dark alley, two figures overlapped,