At night, a servant came to report that Ning Huaiqing and Shui Qichen had a fever, and asked Feng Yi to go and have a look.

Fengyi didn't respond and let her servants kneel down.

After a long time, she raised her head, her eyes were a little cold, and her tone was a little careless: "If you have a fever, go to the doctor. I don't have medical skills, so don't bother me with these little things." ωωw..net

The servant bowed his head even lower and backed away.

When I walked out of the room, I suddenly realized that I was already sweating.

Yu Xiyan and Liu Wushuang were keenly aware that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the mansion. When they wanted to find other people, they were told that they were infected with the cold and were not suitable to see guests.

Yu Xiyan frowned slightly: "I was fine this morning, but why did I catch wind and cold at night? Shui Qichen is a miracle doctor."

He is the owner of Yumanlou. He has many restaurants and teahouses under his name, as well as the largest smoke and willow place in the capital. He can grasp all kinds of information at the first time.

His whereabouts are mysterious, and few people have ever seen his true face. When he appears in front of others, he is always wearing a mask.

No one could have imagined that such a person would become Yue Tingqiu's male attendant.

Liu Wushuang, who was next to him, was playing with his tea cup and thinking silently: "In the afternoon, I saw Shui Qichen delivering porridge to that woman. Could it be that he was too impatient and aroused Yue Tingqiu's suspicion?"

Everyone knew that the things Shui Qichen gave Feng Yi could not detect anything on the surface, but over time, they would be fatal.

Fengyi saw the two people sitting in the pavilion from a distance, gently turned the jade ring on her hand, and walked slowly over.

Seeing her, both of them were stunned for a moment, then stood up and saluted.

The dusk was already dark, and the moonlight poured over the ground. Feng Yi was still dressed in purple, a little less sharp, and tinged with a little gentleness.

This made Liu Wushuang, the ruthless leader of the Demon Cult, have to admit that this man did have a good skin.

Seeing that she was about to leave the mansion, Liu Wushuang suddenly stood up with yearning in his eyes: "I heard that the night scenery of the capital is extremely beautiful. Wushuang has not seen it since he came to the mansion."

Fengyi still looked like a dandy prince and said, "Then follow me."

As for his statement that he had never gone out, Feng Yi didn't believe it at all.

The entire palace, except for her study room and secret passage, other places may have been turned upside down by them.

Yu Xiyan originally wanted to follow, but when she saw Liu Wushuang winking at her, her eyes flashed and she sat down again.

Fengyi saw the two people's little actions, the smile on her face deepened, and left with Liu Wushuang.

Along the way, Liu Wushuang was a little absent-minded.

Because he looks extremely gorgeous and aggressive, many people secretly drool.

When he saw the women beside him, he shook his head with regret, they couldn't afford to offend him.

The great prince's reputation is well-known in the capital, even though it is not good.

In the teahouse, Yue Qinghuan was talking to the people around her. When she looked down, she suddenly discovered Feng Yi's presence.

It's not that she has good eyesight, it's just that the two of them are so dazzling. Walking together, they look like a perfect couple.

Seeing the smile on Liu Wushuang's face, Yue Qinghuan felt it was a bit annoying and put down the cake in her hand.

"Third Prince?"

The man next to her looked at her and found Feng Yi looking a little careless.

Fengyi felt an inquiring look, but didn't pay much attention. She shook the folding fan in her hand and asked the vendor next to her.

"Auntie, I see that the Yunyan Pavilion is crowded with people, and there is a little piano music from time to time, but what's the fun?"

Speaking of this matter, the aunt's eyes were filled with excitement, and she kept talking to Fengyi about the recent events in the city.

"Yumanlou, Yunyan Pavilion, and Spring Breeze are all organized together. They want to compete for the number one oiran in the capital. There are many literati and poets talking here. Even the three princes are here..."

Hearing that the third prince was there, Liu Wushuang's eyes lit up and he said to Fengyi, "My wife, why don't we go and have a look too."

Fengyi glanced at him with a half-smile.

It was so late at night, so considerate, I knew to buy her a green hat.

The aunt also laughed: "Girl, you can still join in the fun if you go now, but it's a pity that you didn't see the scene of the three oiran competitions. It's really unique, but in terms of beauty, the one next to you is not inferior to those three oirans."

Fengyi nodded. Yumanlou and Yunyan Pavilion are the most famous brothels in the capital, and they are all visited by high-ranking officials.

Speaking of which, she still had an old sweetheart in Yunyan Pavilion.

It's not really an old friend, but some time ago, he spent a lot of money to marry the oiran from Yunyan Pavilion for a month.

Fengyi took Liu Wushuang up to the second floor with ease, found a seat, and looked down casually.

Opposite her was Yue Qinghuan.

Some literati were guessing riddles and writing poems, so they invited Yue Qinghuan to join them.

Everyone looked at her with burning eyes. Everyone knew that the third prince was talented, gentle and polite, and was the dream lover of men in the capital.

She Shi Shiran stood up, shook her head at everyone, smiled and said: "Since ancient times, the elders and younger ones have been arranged in an orderly manner, so why not start with the imperial sister."

Only then did everyone notice Feng Yi.

The eldest prince is a well-known playboy. If he asked her to write a poem, many people were ready to see the joke.

As expected, Fengyi shook her head very calmly: "I don't know how."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole room burst into laughter.

Yue Qinghuan's lips curled up slightly. She knew that her imperial sister had no ideas, so she acted out this scene on purpose.

Not only does it gain fame, it also brings out her intelligence.

She then wrote a poem, which was in stark contrast to Feng Yi.

After hearing this, everyone onlookers clapped their hands and applauded.

Many men had a look of obsession in their eyes and murmured to themselves: "The Third Prince is both talented and beautiful, but I don't know what kind of man is worthy of him."

"Don't be wishful thinking. People like us can't even serve as waiters for her. We should just wait for the family to arrange the marriage and hope that the future wife will have a good temperament."

Someone muttered: "I really don't know what the Queen is thinking."

"Shut up, you dare to talk about Her Majesty the Queen, you don't want to live anymore."

A woman listened to other people's discussions and glanced at Fengyi thoughtfully.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

A hint of amusement flashed in the woman's eyes: "Suddenly I felt very interesting."

She originally wanted to seek refuge with Yue Qinghuan, but everything that happened today made her hesitate.

A dandy prince, faced with so much ridicule, his face did not change from beginning to end, which shows that he has a very deep character.

The maid next to her looked at the young lady who was thinking about it, and had a headache. She finally saw that her young lady was very interested in the prince.

The maid seriously suspected that her young lady wanted to find a like-minded person to visit a brothel with.
Chapter completed!