You rascal, stop right there!

The moon is bright, the breeze is fresh, and the night is cool as water.

Bai Wan somehow ran to Baihua Pavilion again. He couldn't wait for Fatty Wang to find the portrait. He couldn't afford the money, so he could only sneak in through the back door.

After the day before, he was afraid of being recognized by others, so he casually got a woman's skirt from the backyard of the errand shop.

Under normal circumstances, he would never wear it even if he was beaten to death.

But it was too high a price to pay just to investigate someone you might have known in the past.

He secretly thought that if the man in green was really a prostitute in Baihua Pavilion, he must be from the same hometown as him. He couldn't just sit back and watch his fellow townsman fall into the Baihua Pavilion.

If we had known each other before, maybe I could have taken him in as a younger brother.

This time, Bai Wan carefully checked every door, and the vivid scenes made him open his eyes wide.

It turns out that the picture album is still conservative.

After he had looked through most of the Baihua Pavilion, he still couldn't find the so-called man in green. Just as he was about to leave, Bai Wan heard a familiar and deep voice coming from a room:

"That's enough! I won't agree to that!"

……

He looked carefully and wondered who else could it be but the man in green.

The man was still dressed in green, with a slightly angry look on his face, as if he was arguing with someone. There were a few unfamiliar people next to him, wearing strange clothes, and they were quite unfriendly to him.

……

"Mr. Ling, if you still want to refuse, you will be punished by drinking a forfeit!" an old man with a goatee threatened.

Ling Shumo, who was dressed in blue, remained calm and said righteously, "Ling only likes to drink tea, not alcohol!"

The old man with the goatee had a very dark complexion, and his eyes indicated that the knife-wielding guards on both sides were about to attack.

Seeing that the knife light was getting very close, Ling Shumo watched silently with just a frown.

It seems that the secret guards need to be called out.

Suddenly, a stone shot in from somewhere and knocked the knife-wielding man's hand off.

A figure suddenly jumped out from the side, and before Ling Shumo could react, he saw a fascinating white powder flying all over the sky.

He felt someone was pulling his arm and running towards the door. He followed the person in a daze for a long time before arriving at a corridor by a pool.

Ling Shumo's eyes were as cold as ice, his clothes were torn into rags, and the person opposite him in a blue dress was still panting and pulling at him without letting go.

He immediately shook off the man and looked carefully at the woman in front of him. He saw that she had bright eyebrows and eyes, long dark hair, and especially the black mole on the peak of her brow, which looked very familiar.

Looking more closely, the woman actually did have an Adam's apple.

"you!"

He suddenly opened his lips in shock.

Bai Wan looked at the man who was staring at her intently, feeling quite embarrassed: "Brother, I didn't dress like this on purpose. I'm a man, not a little lady!"

Ling Shumo stared at his face but couldn't say a word in response.

Bai Wan drew two lines in front of his eyes with her hand: "It's a good thing I saved you just now! Otherwise, you would have been ruined by that damn old man!"

Seeing the man across from him still in a daze, he realized something was wrong. He recalled that he had also been confused when he saw this man before.

Are he and this person brothers? Good friends? Or do they owe each other a debt? Or maybe they have no relationship at all?

So, Bai Wan quietly asked again: "Tell me, how did you end up being a prostitute in Baihua Pavilion?"

Ling Shumo was stunned for a moment and closed his eyes, feeling that all this was still a dream.

Could it be that this person had some past that he couldn't bear to look back on, so he had to enter the Red Mansion?

Bai Wan looked at this person from a close distance and found that she was much more beautiful than the young ladies in the drawings. It would not be an exaggeration to call her an oiran.

However, he was skinny and looked weak. Fortunately, I rescued him from that strange old man with a goatee, otherwise, I don’t know what would have happened to him.

Bai Wan's eyes rolled up and down: "Don't be sad, since we are from the same hometown, I will find a way to get you out of Baihua Pavilion!"

Ling Shumo was so shocked by the word "fellow countryman" that he had to open his eyes.

He concealed his joy, looked closely at the person opposite him, and even tried to control his trembling right hand.

Bai Wan said, "I am Bai Wan. When I saw you a few days ago, I knew you must be someone I know. We don't look alike, so we are not brothers. Then you must be from the same hometown as me!"

Why is Brother Yuebai talking nonsense?

Finally, Ling Shumo thought about it.

He looked at the person in front of him inquiringly, and as if he had made a great decision, he asked, "Your name is Bai Wan?"

This man's face is clearly Brother Yuebai.

How could you say these things?

In other words, the other party doesn’t know you at all?