The wonderful world of fast time travel

At this time, the night was completely dark, the breeze was accompanied by the bright moon, and the young servant was holding a lantern in front of him to illuminate the road. The street was very quiet, and the only sound was the sound of footsteps.

Walking a long way, bypassing the ordinary alleys, the brightly lit place in front of you is full of music and music.

Zheng Ling slowed down, and all the original curiosity had faded by now.

Zhang Jun beside him didn't seem to notice his hesitation, and happily wrapped his arms around his shoulders and continued walking.

As soon as the two arrived, several smiling girls climbed up and invited them to come in and sit down.

Someone reached out and touched Zheng Ling's face and said, "Young master is so handsome!" The voice was very charming.

Zhang Jun said with a cold face, "What about my son?"

The man hurriedly turned his head to look at him again, and said with a smile: "Young master is also very flirtatious." Then he snuggled into his arms, pretending to be shy.

Zhang Jun raised the corners of her lips, lowered her head and lifted the man's chin, looked carefully at the appearance, and said in a low voice, "What a sentimental and lovely person." Then she smiled and walked in with her arms around her.

Seeing this, the other girls tugged at Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling hurriedly waved his hands and said, "I won't go in." Then he took the servant and prepared to leave.

"My lord~don't go~" How could they be willing to give up on a rare top-quality product.

During the tugging, a mid-mature woman came out from the room, and said in a soft voice: "Since this young man is here, why not come in with him, a glass of water and wine is also good."

According to Xu Yuan's memory, he knew that the person in front of him was the madam here, who was also Feixue's proprietress.

"No." Zheng Ling lowered his head and struggled to leave.

The proprietress recognized a boy next to Zheng Ling, so she re-examined the handsome young man in front of her. After a while, she wondered, "Isn't your surname Xu?"

Seeing being recognized, Zheng Ling could only smile embarrassingly.

Without denying it, the proprietress confirmed her guess, and signaled the girls to let go of him, folded her arms around her chest, and said indifferently: "She is no longer here, why are you here?"

Zheng Ling lowered his head and said nothing.

With disappointment in her eyes, the proprietress continued: "I thought you were different, but how long has it been?" Looking at the person in front of her who kept silent and bowed her head, the proprietress turned her head, with a serious face, and said in a cold voice : "We don't welcome you here, walk slowly and don't see you off."

The girls who have been watching from the sidelines look at me, I look at you, they are all confused, don't understand what's wrong with the proprietress, how can there be any reason to drive the guests out?They wanted to persuade them, but they didn't have the courage. It was obvious that the proprietress was angry at the moment.

Zheng Ling wanted to say something, to say something for Xu Yuan, but he couldn't.

Seeing him standing still, the proprietress sneered, "It's all right now, Feixue is lucky enough to marry into the palace, it's better than following someone."

As soon as they heard about Feixue, the girls realized that the person in front of them was actually Xu Yuan. Thinking of Feixue's tears before she got married, they couldn't help but say a few words about him.

"It's really in vain that Sister Feixue loves you so much."

"Hmph, do you think no one will know that you are Xu Yuan after you have changed your appearance? How dare you come here."

"It's really not worth it for Sister Feixue."

"Sister Feixue should really be allowed to meet this good-looking Mr. Xu whom she has been thinking of so much."

Everyone scolded me one after another, and the young servant who followed took the grievances for his young master, and hurriedly said: "You say that Miss Feixue loves our young master, but do you know how Miss Feixue treats our young master every time? ? Nothing but cynicism."

Someone immediately retorted: "Nonsense, Sister Feixue wouldn't do this."

"Yes, I think you are here to slander her indiscriminately."

"Are we talking nonsense, you can ask her, that day poetry will..."

"Okay." Zheng Ling shouted loudly, and stopped talking. He looked at the proprietress, and begged: "Can I take a step to talk?"

The proprietress stared at him for a long time, finally nodded and led him into a side hall.

At the table, Zheng Ling hesitated and said, "Feixue, what is she..."

"She loves you very much." The proprietress said bluntly: "She once told me that she met the person she wants to spend her life with, and that person is you, Xu Yuan."

After a long time, Zheng Ling asked, "When did she say that?"

"You think she's changed her mind?" the proprietress asked back.

Zheng Ling looked up at her, didn't he?

The proprietress suddenly found it funny and laughed at Feixue.As you wish, the person you love really thinks so.

Just as the proprietress turned to leave, Zheng Ling said, "Please, tell me the truth."

The proprietress turned her back to him and said, "There is no truth."

"I beg you."

"What's the use of saying this now?"

Zheng Ling insisted: "I want to know."

The proprietress turned her head and looked at him with a very ugly expression: "What do you want to know? Do you want to know how much she loves you? Then, what can I do?"

Zheng Ling lowered his head and begged, "Please."

The proprietress was unmoved: "Who are you showing this to?"

Zheng Ling repeated: "Please."

The proprietress said word by word: "I didn't tell the truth."

"Do you want me to kneel before you are willing to tell me?" Zheng Ling lifted up the hem of his clothes, kneeled neatly on the ground, and looked up at the proprietress: "Please."

The proprietress didn't look at him: "You have a noble status, and you kneel down to me, a lowly person, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

"I beg you."

The proprietress lowered her head, looked deeply at the prime minister who lowered her posture in front of her, and said softly with red eyes: "Why did you go so early?" She sniffed again, finally helped him up, and said slowly: "I don't know. Since when did she start crying in the bedroom after meeting you? I saw her once, and I asked her, but she refused to tell. When I meet you, I have to talk about you. She told me that this matter has nothing to do with you, she said that you have always treated her very well, but she felt sorry for you, and she said that she is not worthy of you. "

Zheng Ling listened quietly, as if she could see Feixue crying secretly.

"At that time, I persuaded her that as long as Xu Yuan loves you, there is no need to think about these things." The proprietress asked Zheng Ling back, "Do you know how she answered?" Without waiting for an answer, the proprietress went on to say: "She said she couldn't do this Selfish, she said that a person with your status should marry a person of the right family, not her, a brothel girl."

Zheng Ling was already sobbing.

"Since she learned that she was going to marry into the palace, she has been crying all day long. She has been chanting your name, but she didn't let anyone tell you. Don’t you think she’s stupid if she suffers alone?” At this point, the proprietress looked at Zheng Ling, “I wish she would love you less, so that the pain would be less.”

"I'm useless." Zheng Ling slapped himself hard, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Maybe this is fate." The proprietress smiled and walked to the door: "Forget about her." She opened the door and walked out.

The door was closed, people were laughing and flirting outside, and passers-by didn't know that someone was crying inside.