Zuihua jumped downstairs and walked downstairs a few steps. She suddenly found that Mr. Fang had not followed. She looked back and saw that Mr. Fang was walking downstairs, but she had a few steps away from her.

"Sir, are you always doing this?" Zhihua smiled.

Mr. Fang coughed dryly and said seriously: "Men and women will not be close to each other."

When they entered the painting, they laughed loudly, which caused the guests downstairs to look up. The bright and charming woman in front of the building laughed loudly. This was indeed a rare beauty.

When they walked out of the front building with Mr. Fang one after another, they did not ride their own carriage, but instead blocked two green cloth sedans on the street. Even in the capital where high-ranking officials and wealthy families gathered, their carriages were too eye-catching, so they were not as convenient as green cloth sedans.

Two sedan chairs walked through the theater where the national mourning was closed, and passed the Tianxiang Tower, which was like a cloud, and finally walked into a bottomless alley.

Several willows at the entrance of the alley danced with bare branches in the cold wind, like a savage who was welcoming and sending him off.

This is the famous Yangliu Hutong in the capital.

Not only are there popular girls in the capital, but also actors who want to be famous but can't become famous.

The sedan chair was parked in front of a family. Unlike other families in Yangliu Hutong, the gate here was closed and no red lanterns were hung at the entrance of the yard.

It was Mr. Fang's first time here, and hesitantly looked at Jihua and asked, "What is this place?"

I glanced at him and saw that he was more than a foot away from him. He curled his lips and said, "Sir, you are my master's family, I am your concubine. Should you be more intimate with me?"

Mr. Fang unfolded the folding fan and covered his face of embarrassment. He stepped closer to Jihua and whispered: "I just thought you were kind-hearted before, but today I finally remember who you are."

The princess laughed in her painting, saying that there were scholars who were stupid to read, but she still had the first time she had been stupid to read.

She followed this gentleman from Yanbei and came to the capital for some time. This guy just remembered who he was. This is not stupid, but he is stunned.

Mr. Fang is even more powerful. Fortunately, he has never touched this painting, nor has he touched it at once.

She smiled so hard that the branches trembled. She raised her red lips, leaned into Mr. Fang's ear, and said in a sweet voice: "But I remember you, your name is Liu Jin, why did you change your surname Fang? My name was still what you gave me."

Mr. Fang was so scared that he didn't dare to move. It was not until the red lips that had entered the painting left his ears that he wiped the cold sweat and shook his head with a wry smile.

This person who is involved in the painting is Miss Shen’s person!

He remembered it.

When I first arrived in Yanbei, the bandits on the mountain lined up to ask him to name him. A little girl squeezed over and someone told him that this was the maid next to Miss Shen. The maid had the original name of the word Cui, so he named her Yan Cui.

Mr. Fang's stupid appearance is completely different from his usual style. He bent over his smile when he was in the painting. In the eyes of passers-by, it is clearly a man and a woman flirting. This is Yangliu Hutong. If there is no flirting here, it would be wrong.

Finally, I decided to let Mr. Fang go and she knocked on the gate of the courtyard.

The door opened a crack from the inside, and an old woman with thick makeup and wiping flowers on her temples stuck out her head. When she saw it, she looked at Mr. Fang again and said, "One hour, two taels of silver, no tea or snacks."

Mr. Fang finally understood that this was a place dedicated to men and women's secret meetings.

He frowned and said, "It takes two taels of silver in one hour, why don't you rob it?"

The old woman snorted, reached out and was about to close the door. When she entered the painting, she hurriedly said, "It's not expensive, sir, are you having fun with you."

The old woman then opened the door and let them in.

After a while, a young man with greasy head and flour noodles came out from inside. After walking a few steps, a big man came out from the side, which scared the young man. The big man asked, "What are the man and woman who just entered doing inside?"

The young man was originally afraid, but when he heard the big man asks this, he grinned and said, "Master, who come to us, what do you think they are doing inside, of course they are doing good things."

"Have they been here before?" asked the big man.

The young man said, "That sister has been here several times, and she always brings a different man. This man is back for the first time."

"Every time I bring a different man?" the man frowned and asked, "This woman has a man."

This is Mr. Fang’s concubine, not the sister of Yangliu Hutong.

The young man smiled and said, "We don't know if she has a man, but we can tell who she is at a glance."

"Who is she?" asked the big man.

The young man said, "Anyway, it's not a lady from a wealthy family. Eight out of ten women who come here are in this business."

Isn't this nonsense?

The man knew it and turned around and left.

The young man walked around outside and came back with a few boxes of snacks. There was no sign of a big man at the door. The young man entered the yard and walked straight into a delicately decorated room.

A middle-aged man with a square face sat opposite Mr. Fang. Yan Cui stood behind Mr. Fang in a regular manner, with no expression of dust in his expression.

Seeing the young man come in, the middle-aged man asked, "Is the tail still there?"

The young man said respectfully: "He has left."

The middle-aged man nodded, and the young man stepped out. Mr. Fang turned around and looked at Yan Cui who was standing behind him, saying, "You can go out too."

Yan Cui frowned and said, "Miss said, you are your own person and your own person speaks, why should I go out?"

Mr. Fang was stunned for a moment.

Of course he knew who the lady Yan Cui said was.

He couldn't afford to offend that lady.

At this time, the middle-aged man couldn't help laughing and said, "Since he is his own person, it's okay to listen."

Yan Cui bowed her knees and said, "Mr. Marquis understands the truth."

The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, and he finally realized the quick words of Yanbei woman.

The middle-aged man who was called the Marquis of Yan Cui was the commander of Feiyuwei and Li Guanzhong, the Marquis of Anchang.

Mr. Fang asked, "Mr. Marquis, you called me here today, but did the old Marquis give me instructions?"

As soon as he entered the capital, he was targeted by the people from the Duke of Guardians. Yang Jincheng was a cautious person. Over the past few days, he had to be careful of the concubines given by Yang Qin, and he had to be careful of the people sent by Yang Jincheng, so he could only temporarily interrupt his contact with Yanbei.

The reason why he followed Zhihua today was that he actually wanted to take the opportunity to see the situation outside, but he didn't expect that the exit to break this situation was Zhihua.

The Prince of Yanbei said that he would send him an assistant, but the assistant had not appeared for a long time. Unexpectedly, this assistant was actually always by his side.

Li Guanzhong nodded slightly and said, "Afang, after tomorrow, the Yang family will be in dire straits. You have to seize the opportunity to approach Yang Jincheng. I have already arranged it..."

Afang is Liu Jin's nickname.
Chapter completed!