Mrs. Lu finally believed Feng Yuheng's words, because she could not help but see the woman who was obviously an inferior singer at the door of Yaxiang and was entangled with the man. There was a woman who looked like a young woman inside and said something. As soon as Feng Yuheng arrived, she immediately pulled the young woman to the next door. At the same time, she heard Feng Yuheng's voice shouting: "Young Master, don't beat the young lady, I will take the young lady away now. Young Master, don't be angry."

Mrs. Lu suddenly felt that tonight, she was not just embarrassing on the boat, but also embarrassing the young master of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion. She was so beautiful that she didn't even let go of the inferior singer. Speaking of which, she was not as good as her man's taste. When she thought about it, she was unwilling to stay on the deck, so she stood up and patted her butt and went back to her cabin.

Besides, Feng Yuheng's side, Wangchuan was inexplicably pulled to the next door by Feng Yuheng, and Yuan Fei was inexplicably scolded by Feng Yuheng. Even Qingle, who knocked on Yuan Fei's door, had a shiny look in his eyes when he saw Feng Yuheng.

The farce started suddenly and ended very quickly. Feng Yuheng pulled Wangchuan back to the cabin between her and Huangquan. Although Yuan Fei was strange, he still reacted quickly. He knew that since Feng Yuheng said that, he must have the intention of saying this, so he pulled Qingle and took the person into his arms, returned to the cabin, and then closed the cabin door.

Anyone who was asleep seemed to hear the movement at this end, but when he leaned out to see, the cabin doors in 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, he unknowingly exchanged places with Huangquan and Wangchuan. Qingle finally entered the elegant wing where Feng Yuheng was. As soon as he looked up, he saw Feng Yuheng sitting cross-legged in the bed, holding a warm stove in his hand, and was greeting her with a smile: "Hi!"

Qingle was stunned and lost his mind for a moment. It seemed that memory was back to the past. At that time, she was still a noble princess. Although her father was a king of a different surname, even if her status was not as good as Xuan Tiange, she was much nobler than most famous people in the capital. She was so glorious at that time, she was calling for wind and rain in the mansion, so many servants were wandering around her, and so many men looked at her with eager eyes, but couldn't even say a word.

But now? She was defeated and became the worst singer. Even if she was begging on the street, she could afford to pay for her bed.

Qingle smiled bitterly. She should hate Feng Yuheng, but there were too many things she couldn't remember. She was like a walking corpse all day long, and even hated her strength.

She stepped forward a few steps, sat on the chair beside her, and said to Feng Yuheng: "When I saw Huangquan, I knew that you were probably on this boat, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Feng Yuheng looked at Qingle, and his thoughts were wandering between the past and the present, but he was not as emotional as Qingle. She just couldn't figure out how much King Ding'an defeated his family, so that Qingle would fall to this point? It is said that a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and he is a prince. Even if the throne is cut off, he should not be so depressed.

"Did you come to see me?" Feng Yuheng asked her, "Princess Qingle, long time no see."

Qingle was stunned. The "former princess" sounded so great that she heard it. She knew that Feng Yuheng had never been a good person to provoke. She had fought with her before, and was reluctant to let go again and again, and even joined Feng Chenyu, but she still couldn't fight her. After more than a year of training, Feng Yuheng's mouth seemed to be better than before.

"Yes." Qingle sighed softly, "I was deliberately trying to see you. Feng Yuheng, can you... save me?" She spoke very little, but her eyes were shining. No one could see that Qingle's heart was full of hope.

Feng Yuheng did not express her opinion. She just looked at Qingle with exploration in her eyes.

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, "Do you trade? I hate this kind of threatening transaction the most. Qingle, you and I are enemies, and I chose the wrong person."

Qingle suddenly stood up, his anger rose, and he was a little panting. She pointed at Feng Yuheng and said, "Goddess of Ji'an County Lord, are you not afraid of being discovered by someone? If I tell you about your identity and whereabouts, I believe that many people will be happy to buy this news."

Feng Yuheng laughed, "What am I afraid of? If you have this thought, I can guarantee that you will be silenced before you even speak. A little singer, even if he dies, no one will follow up. Also, or you have heard that I was named the county lord, but you don't know that the county lord's era has passed, and now I am Princess Ji'an." She smiled and said, "By the way, you have been the princess, but I am a princess, but I am different from you. I am a princess with a fiefdom. You have never felt such a fiefdom, right?"

Feng Yuheng's words were said by Qingle, every word was heartbroken. Her legs were trembling while standing, and she finally couldn't hold on and sat back, but she said helplessly: "I have never won the contest with you. For the sake of Feng Yuheng, you don't need to save me. For the sake of our great people, I will tell you something."

As Qingle spoke, a layer of sadness was covered with her face, and she even reached out to touch the cloth scarf on her head. She told Feng Yuheng: "The man who brought us inferior singers came from the Northern Realm. He is not a big man in any place, but every month, someone will come to him, and he doesn't have any money or people. He just listened to his experiences in the Central Plains. But you know, those who do this business have no place to live. Today, they may travel to this state, and tomorrow they may go to another county, and the waterways of the Pengjiang River. I don't know how many trips I have walked. There are more places to walk, more people to see, and as many things as they hear. His mission is to find out the news in various places of mixed fish and dragons. For people in the Northern Realm, one useful sentence is enough. And the thing I said is a secret news I heard a month ago."

Qingle stood up again, moved two steps to Feng Yuheng's bed, half-bent, and leaned forward. The two of them looked straight at each other, as if they were fighting, and they had enough time to look at each other for half a stick of incense. Finally, Qingle was defeated first.

But the moment she stood up and retreated, Feng Yuheng was surprised to see a trace of turbidity in Qingle's eyes. The turbidity covered the light in her eyes. In just a blink of an eye, she actually seemed less clever.

"I can't tell you, why should I tell you?" Qingle tilted his head and looked at Feng Yuheng. Her eyes were still turbid, but she struggled to say the last words: "Feng Yuheng, everything I have been thanking you today. With such a relationship, why do you expect me to tell you such an important thing? Haha!" Qingle suddenly laughed, shook his body twice before trying to maintain balance, and said, "Feng Yuheng, Feng Yuheng, go north, go, you can't come back!" When she spoke, she reached out to pinch her handkerchief, smeared her face casually, and threw it forward.

The veil was too light and fell to the ground flutteringly, and Qingle's laughter became even louder.

Huang Quan broke in from outside, frowned and looked at Qingle for a while, then saw Feng Yuheng waved her hand and said to Huang Quan: "Then she has some money, even if our young master's prostitution money, then send it back."

Huang Quan nodded and grabbed Qingle without saying a word, but Feng Yuheng got off the ground and picked up the handkerchief.

It was a white veil, with a small pile of white flowers in the lower left corner, which was so elegant and beautiful. Feng Yuheng had no research on things like flowers. He put the veil on the table, but he kept thinking about what Qingle said in his mind.

She was not curious about the thing that Qingle didn't say, but if she said it from Qingle, she didn't know whether she should believe it. Just like Qingle said, what else can they expect from each other in this relationship?

Huang Quan came back soon and told Feng Yuheng: "I gave five taels of silver. This inferior singer has already given five taels of money. It is probably enough for her to pick up customers at least five times."

Feng Yuheng touches his forehead, it’s so cheap!

"What is this?" Huang Quan saw the handkerchief on the table, picked it up and looked at it for a while, and said, "This hibiscus flower is quite beautifully embroidered."

"What flower?" Feng Yuheng suddenly turned around and asked Huang Quan: "What flower are embroidered on it?"

Huang Quan told her: "Hidden flowers."

Feng Yuheng stared at the veil and suddenly understood what Qingle was going to say to her. The white veil was embroidered with hibiscus flowers, hibiscus flowers... "White veil." She knocked on her head, and was always a little unwilling to the conclusion she had come to. When she left the camp, she joked with Xuan Tianming and told him to stay away from Bai Furong, but she didn't expect that in the dark, she didn't even leave her words.

"What's wrong with Miss Bai's family?" Huang Quan was puzzled.

Feng Yuheng waved her hand. This matter was a bit strange and she hadn't reacted much. But when Wangchuan went to find Xiangrong, she accidentally injured her feet. Then she changed to Bai Furong and came to the camp. In fact, as early as that time, she vaguely realized something was wrong. She just didn't think too much. After all, she believed that she could believe Bai Furong.

"Miss, should Qingle deal with it? What if she goes out and talks..."

"No need." Feng Yuheng shook his head, thinking of the turbidity in Qingle's eyes when he left. "Qingle is already crazy. Who would believe a lunatic?"

That's it, but a madman was trying hard to compete with the turbidity when his nerves were about to collapse, and finally left her this handkerchief... "Qingle." Feng Yuheng sighed, "Forget it, Xuan Tianming sent a letter to Qingzhou before we left, and someone would definitely be able to answer after getting off the boat. You go and tell the person who responded, let them find a way to rescue Qingle, find a doctor to see it, so that you can have a good time."
Chapter completed!