The beauty of the peasant girl of crossing

Chapter 63 Substitution
Could it be that this girl really thought that he would ask for her first night here?
He came here in a hurry today, just because he didn't want her to suffer.

Yan Zifeng's dark and deep eyes looked at the girl on the bed, smiled and said warmly:
"Okay, it's so dark in the room that you can't see your face at all. You should come out of the quilt, don't hold back."

"It's getting late, you take a good rest, I'm going back to the palace, I'll see you another day!"

After speaking, Yan Zifeng moved slightly to turn and leave, but found that his sleeve was grabbed by a snow-white jade hand.

Seeing that his sleeves were being pulled, Yan Zifeng turned his head and asked with a smile, "What? Can't bear to let me go?"

The girl on the bed didn't say a word, she just tightened her grip.

Yan Zifeng understood, smiled lowly, glanced at the girl hiding in the quilt, and sat on the bed following the girl's strength.

As soon as he sat on the head of the bed, the girl was rushed over and pressed him directly under him.

Yan Zifeng was covered in the quilt together, and it was pitch black when he saw him.

He hesitantly raised his hand and pushed the beautiful woman on his body, very gently, afraid that one would accidentally hurt her.

There was a strong heartbeat from the palm of his hand, with a scorching body temperature, Yan Zifeng retracted his hand in astonishment, trying to struggle to sit up, but the whole body was pressed by a hot gravity and could not move.

He couldn't help laughing bitterly: "Feng Qi, don't make trouble, I know you... but now is really not the time!"

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Yuzheng's slender fingers clenched the quilt tightly, trying to keep her composure, but she still couldn't restrain her body from shaking violently.

Although Yan Zifeng treats her as someone else, as long as she can be with him, she doesn't care about it.

As long as the raw rice is cooked today, even if Yan Zifeng finds out later that she is not Feng Qi, she is also his woman, he can't bear to leave her alone.

Thinking of this, Yuzheng clenched her lower lip, and touched Yan Zifeng's belt with trembling hands.

Aware of the girl's movements, Yan Zifeng's heart tightened, and his body instantly stiffened.

What happened to Feng Qi?
Did she drink too much to drink?
It's just that people who eat too much alcohol should be the loudest, so how can they be so silent?

Yan Zifeng narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl on his body, raised his hand abruptly to grab her messing hand, and then lifted the quilt on the two of them.

The girl raised her head in a hurry, just in time to meet Yan Zifeng's eyes that were half-smiling.

Just then, the door was pushed open with a creak.

Feng Qi walked in with a candle lantern, followed by the old prostitute of Chunfenglou, and the little maid Chuntao.

Seeing Yuzheng's messy bun, wearing her clothes and lying on the bed with Yan Zifeng, Feng Qi almost threw away the candlestick in her hand in surprise.
"You, you... what's going on?"

Feng Qi couldn't believe her eyes.

When she woke up hazy just now, she was in Yuzheng's room, wearing only a thin white lingerie.

She remembered that before she fell into a coma, she went to Yuzheng's room and asked Yuzheng what she was looking for, but she couldn't remember what happened later, and only felt a pain in the back of her neck.

After coming out of Yuzheng's room, she found Chuntao, and when she returned to the room with Chuntao, she met the bustard of Chunfenglou again, and the three of them came together.

Unexpectedly, when I returned to the room, I saw such a vivid picture.

The key is that the woman in the picture is actually wearing her clothes, with her hair in a bun, and the most important thing is that she is still lying on her bed, hugging the man who was supposed to have a bridal chamber with her.

So shameless!

The atmosphere in the house suddenly dropped to freezing point.

The prostitute of Chunfenglou was also amazed when he saw this scene.

She is old and mature, and when she thinks that Feng Qi woke up in Yuzheng's room before, she guessed the whole thing.

She glared at Yuzheng with a hatred of iron.

This dead girl usually opposes Feng Qi in every possible way, and it's okay to be jealous, even Feng Qi's first night came to intervene.

Besides, although the young master looks good, he only pays Feng Qi's money. How can he be so rushing to not pay for it?
When Feng Qi opened her mouth, Yan Zifeng pushed the Yuzheng away and jumped off the bed.

At this moment, his back was straight, his indifferent gaze swept across Feng Qi and the others, and his cold gaze finally settled on Yu Zheng on the bed.

Seeing Yan Zifeng's dark and cool brows, Yuzheng hurriedly climbed down from the bed, knelt on the ground, trembling all over,
"Prince, His Royal Highness, I..."

Prince?

The young man in front of him turned out to be the prince of the dynasty, Yan Zifeng! !

No wonder Yuzheng is upside down...

The prostitute in Qingfenglou was so frightened that his legs went weak. Thanks to Chuntao's timely support, he didn't sit on the ground all at once.

How can she say that she looks a little familiar, she was fortunate enough to meet the prince once.

But there were too many people at that time, and they were too far away, and the prince flashed by surrounded by a group of servants, so she did not recognize the prince today.

Their Qingfenglou, as a well-known brothel in the capital, had received many dignitaries, but the prince was the first to come back.

After all, the prostitute is also someone who has experienced strong winds and waves. After a short period of relaxation, he returned to normal.

She raised her handkerchief, looking like the sky was falling, and rushed to Yuzheng,
"Oh, Yuzheng! Why are you so confused? Although His Royal Highness the Prince has a gentle temperament, extraordinary aura, and outstanding demeanor, it is easy for a woman to fall in love at first sight, but no matter how admiring it is, you can't do it like this!"

As the old man spoke, he put on a smile again, and smiled at Yan Zifeng who was standing coldly beside him:
"His Royal Highness, Yuzheng is young and ignorant. It must be the spring heart that admires you and makes such a silly thing."

"It's because I have no way to teach her. Don't worry, I will teach her a good lesson and ask His Royal Highness to forgive her sins."

"Admiration? I'm afraid it's ulterior motives!"

Yan Zifeng smiled coldly, and the momentum of his whole body opened, and the man whose majesty was as heavy as a mountain couldn't breathe.
"Dare to offend this Highness is a death penalty!"

The old bustard trembled as he heard it, and fell to his knees in fright, "Also ask Your Highness to read it!"

Standing still, Yan Zifeng ignored the old man. He bent down to meet Yuzheng's eyes, raised his hand and squeezed her sharp chin, and asked in a cold voice:
"Say, who are you? Who sent it?"

Yuzheng's jaw hurt, and she was forced to look up to meet Yan Zifeng's aggressive gaze, but she suddenly laughed like crazy.

Laughing and laughing, a few tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and there was sadness inside.

Seeing this frowning, Yan Zifeng could not help but let go, "Why are you laughing?"

"Does His Royal Highness really not recognize me?"

Yuzheng restrained her smile, raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and asked quietly.

The prince raised his eyebrows, his eyes locked on Yuzheng's beautiful face.

After a long time, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he lost his voice: "Zheng'er? You are Zheng'er!"

Yan Zifeng's eyes widened in disbelief. Zheng'er was the granddaughter of his childhood mentor Han Yansong, and she often studied and played with him when she was young.

Han Yansong was an official to the prince's wife, Wenhua Hall, a scholar, and a minister of the Ministry of Rites, and was later implicated in the rebellious case because of his son.

(End of this chapter)