Crossing the Queen Feitian: The Harem Male Concubine

Chapter 113 Chivalrous Woman, Help Me (3)

It's not just that she doesn't know...it's impossible for everyone here to know.

Her way home is uncertain.

"Oh, I see, are you separated from your family and don't remember the way home?"

Fei Tian couldn't help looking up at him... What he said was similar to her situation.

At that moment, Soul Water saw that her eyes were red, she must have cried all night alone, it made people feel distressed.He tugged at the handkerchief, but didn't care to wipe his face——

"He" is not him, but a woman?
A woman... not a man, not a man with handles like him, that is to say...

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" Soul Shui blinked, full of expectation.

Fei Tian shook her head, she really didn't want to stay in the capital for too long - she wanted to leave quickly, so as not to be found by the ministers and generals in the court, run away quickly, leave the sad place quickly, and let the "Queen Fei Tian" "Death is more thorough.

However, the young man didn't allow her to leave, he was like a big bad wolf who kidnapped a little white rabbit: "Then... how about it, you send me to a place, and you can leave after someone can take care of my injury, how about it?" ?”

Not too harsh, just...

"I'm leaving..."

"Just send me there!"

Fei Tian looked down at his limping leg, and sympathy surged up again.

She asked him, "Is that far away?"

"It's not far, we'll be there soon—" He smiled, because...he found a prey he liked.

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It's dawn, not everyone is awake, at least... the people in this house won't get up so early——

"They" need to pick up guests every night, spend every night in feasting, with all kinds of women, no self and no freedom, they are women's playthings, only women spend money, "they" can do whatever they want belong to any woman.

A sudden knock on the door woke up the family.

The middle-aged man came to open the door angrily: "Why are you arguing! What a noisy ghost! No one picks up customers so early in the morning!"

The door was just opened, and unexpectedly, a page of paper between two tender fingers blocked the man's eyes—the soul water leaned over and whispered in the man's ear: "Here is 1 taels of silver." Ticket, father of the brothel, this young master wants you to book a room, I won’t call anyone, so don’t come in any of you.”

(End of this chapter)