The evil wind sweeps past, bringing bone-chilling cold.
Fengzhou is evidently colder than Shengjing.
The pedestrians on the road, each one wrapped in a cotton coat. As they speak, they all exhale puffs of hot air.
Ying Er, wracking his brains and moving as if returning to his own home, managed to extract Mrs. He from the government office. Then, with the brain of a leader, he turned around and sent her to the brothel in Fengzhou.
Yes, the brothel.
Fight fire with fire.
In the brothel, a Madam fanning herself, upon receiving the silver and understanding his intentions, looked at Mrs. He, bound tightly and extremely terrified, with critical Phoenix Eyes: "She's old and truly ugly. Never mind appearances or figure, her hands are all callused. Skin dark and yellow, teeth not white either. Our girls here are all raised like protected young ladies skilled in playing instruments and painting."
