After the food and wine were served, the door was closed, leaving only two people in the private seat. \ The windows near the hall are designed to be hollowed out to provide a clearer view of the performances on the stage downstairs.
On the stage, the male and female actors were having a private meeting in the garden.
After a while, they hugged each other and started crying.
It seemed that the relationship between the two was opposed by their families, and they were beaten up by their families, and they were about to part ways.
On the stage, she was crying and singing happily, but Feng Chenyin withdrew his gaze and looked at the somewhat embarrassed Madam opposite.
Seeing him looking at her, the madam hurriedly came to the table, poured him a glass of wine with a flattering smile, then picked up a dish with a pair of silver chopsticks and placed it on the plate in front of Feng Chenyin. .
"My lord, please try it.
This is Zuixianlou's specialty black chicken soup.
It's stewed to a pulp."
Her face had the unique look of a brothel girl, and although her smile was bright, it didn't reach her eyes.
"How long have you been here?"
Feng Chenyin kept looking at her, the expression in his eyes rising and falling.
The old bustard glanced at him and said, "It's been more than twenty years."
Feng Chenyin looked at her.
She was now covered in fat like a bun, and the flesh on her face also showed a downward trend.
The rouge and gouache on her face really fell down because of her shaking.
Feng Chenyin's heart was twisted, and there was a depressing heaviness in his chest.
What happened back then to turn such a stunning beauty into what she is now?
But the woman in front of him looked heartless, and her fawning expression made him feel even more uncomfortable.
"Are you sure it wasn't fourteen years ago?"
Feng Chenyin said coldly.
A trace of horror flashed across the woman's face, but she soon returned to normal.
"Have you admitted the wrong person?
The slave family has been in Zuixian Tower for more than 20 years.
How could it only be 14 years?"
Feng Chenyin had already seen the twinkle in her eyes.
He closed his eyes deeply and sighed.
Then when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with sparkles.
"Xiao Weiyang is innocent, why do you take it out on your child?"
The woman raised her eyelids and glanced at him.
The flattering smile on her face gradually solidified, and she sneered: "Why can't I understand what the guest said?"
Feng Chenyin sighed and said: "If you have any grievances, just come to me, why bother a child?"
The woman suddenly burst out laughing: "Do you think I'm just using grievance to describe what I'm like now?
Are you overestimating my tolerance?"
Feng Chenyin asked with a downcast face: "Who made you look like this?"
The woman looked at him and continued to laugh: "Don't you know who did it?"
Feng Chenyin looked very surprised, but immediately said: "It can't be her."
"Why did she tell you what happened that night?"
The woman's expression became shameless, "Now that you know she was the one who helped you detoxify that night, and I arranged everything, why don't you kill me?
" Feng Chenyin sighed deeply and looked at her quietly: "As long as you can come up with the antidote for Yuesha, I will pretend that I have never seen you before."
The woman seemed to have heard a big joke, laughing so hard that the fat all over her body trembled, and she looked very ugly.
Feng Chenyin watched her quietly and laughed, but felt very sour in his heart.
"Stop dreaming, as long as they are her Yaoqin's descendants, I will not let them go."
The woman finally stopped laughing wildly and showed an angry look on her face.
Your Majesty, you lost a demon queen :