Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

The person who punted the boat was an old man in his fifties. When he saw a guest coming, he smiled and said, "Little girl, this boat is meant to carry people. Otherwise, what is the old man doing here?"

Shui Ningyan nodded, pulled Zijin into the boat, turned to the boatman and said, "We don't want to play in crowded places, the boatman will take us to the depths."

After boarding the boat, Shui Ningyan and Zijin took off the masks on their faces and stopped showing them to others.

Although the boatman was over fifty years old, his eyes lit up when he saw Shui Ningyan, and he said in amazement: "The old man has been on the boat for so many years, and today he can support such a pretty little girl. It is not in vain to come tonight." This time."

Shui Ningyan smiled faintly when she heard the words, Zijin interjected: "You old man is very serious, be careful that your wife will get angry with you."

Hearing this, the boatman laughed loudly and boasted, "You little girl is so sharp-tongued, I can't beat you."

Zijin looked ashamed, glared at the old boatman, and said no more.

Shui Ningyan looked at the two joking people amusedly, and the smile reached his eyes.It's been a long time since I laughed so sincerely...

Although it is already the fifteenth day, the winter in Pingcheng is much colder than other places after all. The water condensation mist makes the boatman go deeper, but the feeling gets colder the further you go in, the water condensation smoke frowned, and couldn't help saying: "This The ice has melted, but the weather is still so cold."

Hearing this, the boatman laughed and said, "It's colder this time of year than it is now, but it's better this year."

Shui Ningyan nodded, and ordered: "Boatman, don't go in, let's go back."

"Okay." Hearing the words, the boatman put his pole up and rowed back.

Walking to the middle of the lake, Shui Ningyan reached out and put the ever-burning lamp in his hand on the lake, clasped his palms together and made a wish, watching the lamp drift away.

"My lord, do you think that woman on the boat looks like the fourth lady of the prime minister's family that I met in the Liuguang Palace that day?" A young servant pointed to the water condensation smoke outside the boat, and said flatteringly to his master.

Baili Qingyang originally closed his eyes to enjoy the music played by the singer on the boat. After hearing this, he immediately opened his eyes and looked in the direction of his fingers. With a white shawl draped over her body and a taupe-colored jacket underneath, she looked like a person in a painting.

Jiajia is blue, white dew is frost, and the so-called Yiren is on the side of the water.

Baili Qingyang was disturbed and ordered the boat to pass by. Shui Ningyan didn't want to get too close to the big boat, but now that the boat was coming, he couldn't trouble the old boatman to turn around, so he turned his head and looked away.

"Is the person on board the fourth lady of the Prime Minister's family?" The boat was getting closer and closer to Zijin and herself, and Shui Ningyan could clearly hear someone calling her name.

Turning around, he saw a boy standing at the bow of the boat calling out to himself, frowning slightly to express dissatisfaction, Zijin stood up from the boat and shouted loudly: "Who are you, why are you looking for my lady?"

The boatman also heard the man's shout and asked in surprise, "Could it be that Miss is the one in the rumors?"

Seeing her identity exposed, Shui Ningyan felt dissatisfied, nodded slightly, and said no more.

At this moment, a man in green shirt came out from the bow of the boat, Shui Ningyan looked at it intently, her heart trembled, she unexpectedly met him here.

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