If I want to run away from the outer chamber, I will criticize the prince madly and take me into the

In the drifting boat, unknown incense was burning, and smoke drifted in the wind. Cui Ying was pulled to the side by Xie Weixing, and a beautiful maid came forward.

"Would you two ladies like to drink fruit wine or tea?"

The maid knelt on the ground with a kind smile on her face. Xie Weixing looked at her and asked with some uncertainty: "Do you want money?"

She came in a hurry and didn't bring any money with her. The money bag was still on Xiao Fengan. As the saying goes, it's hard to move without money. It just so happened that she had no money.

If she had to pay, she couldn't come up with it.

When the maid heard this, she was stunned for a moment, and then she chuckled and said, "Everyone who comes to Piaoyunfang tonight is a distinguished guest, so naturally they are not needed."

Piaoyunfang holds such an event just to get a high price for the courtesan's wife that night. Those who can receive the invitation to Piaoyunfang and enter here have been selected by the owner of Piaoyunfang.

Everyone here has an extraordinary background. They either hold great power or are extremely wealthy. Piaoyunfang wouldn't be unable to afford just some food.

After receiving a positive answer from the maid, Xie Weixing quickly replied: "Tea will be enough, and some food will be needed."

The maid smiled and nodded, got up and left.

After saying that, she looked up at the round platform not far away. There were many scrolls hanging on it, including paintings and poems. In the hall, three or two women gathered together and talked and laughed.

Xie Weixing held his chin and said: "There is also a poetry meeting in Beijing, but it is different from here."

Dashuo literati are most fond of arty style. Poetry also pays attention to posture. It is necessary to burn incense with clean hands and not to be distracted. Therefore, poetry gatherings in Beijing are always as quiet as in Buddhist halls.

In Shangjing, the most famous ones are the poetry gatherings held in Yong'an Building and Linhe Academy.

Unfortunately, Xie Weixing had participated in a poetry meeting at Linhe Academy. It was extremely boring. After entering, no one spoke a word. They were scolded for talking loudly and were restrained.

At this time, the maid came up with tea and food. Cui Ying reached for the teapot and poured her a cup: "Shangjing is the capital of Dashuo after all."

"In other places, poetry gatherings do not pay as much attention to etiquette as Shangjing does. Most of them are just for fun."

Cui Yunliang would never let her go to this kind of poetry gathering. According to him, it was an occasion for high-ranking ladies to make friends. As an adopted daughter, she was not a serious lady, so why would she go to a place like that? .

She took a sip of tea and looked towards the second floor calmly. Ever since she entered the Floating Cloud Boat, she always felt that there was a vague gaze looking at her.

There was something familiar about that look in his eyes, like someone he knew.

At the railing on the second floor, Ma Aoyao hid behind the gauze curtain. The dim light prevented Cui Ying below from seeing her. She raised her eyebrows and put her fingers on the shoulders of the person in front of her.

"Brother Lian, success or failure depends on this one move. After everything is done, I will fly away with you, okay?"

Her breath was like blue, and her little face was a little red. Under the light, it looked even more alluring.

"I listen to Yaoyao and I will listen to you in everything."

He has long been obsessed with Ma Aoyao and is willing to do anything for her.

In the past, she was the noble legitimate daughter of the Ma family, and he could not reach her. Now, with their status matching, there is nothing Qian Zhulian dares not to do. He just wishes he could have her now.

What happened this time was that he had to apply for a certificate of surrender before he could be qualified to be with her.

Ma Aoyao looked at him with satisfaction. He was just a thing used to relieve her, making it seem like they were in love. If there was no one at hand, she would not bother to bother with him.

Cui Ying, who was below, withdrew her gaze and held the tea cup tightly. She raised her hand and touched the hairpin. She dreamed that Shi Hua was there again, and she felt more at ease. Not long after, the already dim lights dimmed completely. Xie Weixing held Cui Ying's arm, fearing that she would disappear in the blink of an eye and he would not be able to explain to Chu Yan.

That mad prince, she simply didn't dare to think, if something happened to Sister Yingying, this Piaoyunfang would be bathed in blood.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shudder. It was terrible, so terrible. Just thinking about it was terrifying.

Cui Ying patted her arm comfortingly. She didn't know what she was thinking about. She was shaking like this. Xie Weixing came closer, and the two of them looked at what appeared on the round platform.

Their position was a little far away and they couldn't see the thing clearly. They could only hear the people next to them saying that it was a canary that had traveled across the ocean.

The feathers of the birds reveal a gorgeous golden color under the lamp above their heads. There is also a small Western clock in the complicated cage. The hands move and make a tinkling sound on the scale time.

"Muluo is interested in me, and I will win the title of Fang Sijun."

When the bell rang, it recited a poem in a calm and measured manner, which made the ladies present laugh and say that this bird is amazing, even better than a parrot.

"The bird that the distinguished guests saw is called the Golden Feathered Sparrow. It is well-read in poetry and books, and can even quote scriptures. It is the prize tonight. Whoever comes out on top will get the Golden Feathered Sparrow."

The woman's voice fell after Jin Yuque finished reading the poem, and everyone started talking quietly, and then she talked about the theme of the poetry meeting.

Xie Weixing is not good at poetry, she has never been interested in these things, and Cui Ying is not good at poetry either. What she learned in Cui Mansion is something that is shameful in the world.

That's why she uses everything she can, like a sponge, absorbing everything. She just wants to learn more, so that it may be something that can save her life in the future.

Neither of them knew how to do it, so they didn't interfere and just watched others compare poems.

Xie Weixing picked up a few oranges and gave them to Cui Ying. Just as she was about to reach out and hand them over, someone covered her mouth and dragged her out. During the struggle, she pulled out two long needles from the bag on her waist and stabbed them with all her strength. .

At the critical moment, someone flew a dart, hitting the man between the eyebrows, and he fell to the ground. Xie Weixing was saved, but was knocked unconscious before he could say thanks.

It's just that this person didn't want her life. Instead, he took her to a safe place to protect him, as if he just didn't want her to cause anything bad.

Cui Ying at this end had long been stunned and taken to a room with a bright red gauze hanging on it and golden bells jingling. She was gagged and her hands were tied, looking at the woman sitting beside the bed.

She chuckled and said nothing. Cui Ying only saw her standing up, with a graceful figure like Liu Fufeng.

"Cui Ying, long time no see, ah, you actually have the prince's child."

Ma Aoyao came over pretending to be surprised. She held a short knife in her hand. She walked slowly over and made a gesture on her face. Looking at her beautiful little face, Ma Aoyao felt even more jealous.

Just thinking about what happened later made her laugh again.

"We haven't seen you for so long, how about I give you a gift?"

"Tell me, what would happen if the prince saw you having sex with others?"

"I really didn't expect you to be pregnant. I don't know if you can handle these seven or eight people~"

Every time she said something, Cui Ying's face sank a little lower, and she said where the strangeness came from when she first entered Piaoyunfang. It turned out that she had been staring at her.

"I really want to see how this child flows out. It must be very exciting, right?"