The dusk wind swept the remaining clouds, dyeing the Zhumen Mansion's gilded glow. Yan Wensong staggered out of the soft sedan chair. His brocade robe was embroidered with dark-patterned lotuses, and a jade belt was loosely tied around his waist. His drunken eyes were filled with a lingering drunkenness. Today, at the banquet in the flower house, the oiran served the wine with a clever smile, and his sweet words made his heart flutter. He drank a few more glasses of wine without realizing it. It was not until the evening breeze blew in front of the sedan chair that the drunkenness dissipated. The boy hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, holding his arm firmly. As soon as his fingertips touched the sleeve of the young master's shirt, Yan Wensong suddenly stopped and glanced straight towards the alleyway of the side door of the mansion.
In the dark dusk, a slender figure slowly walked out of the alley.
It was Yun Niang.
She was dressed in a gray cloth dress that had been washed white, but it could not conceal her slender figure. Her black hair was wrapped in a plain scarf, which was the look of an ordinary girl from a poor family, but she had a good appearance. At this moment, the wind in the alley suddenly picked up, and rolled over her shoulders evilly. She suddenly lifted up half of her headscarf, and a strand of soft black hair broke free and fell leisurely on her white cheeks.
The rays of rays penetrated through the gaps in the clouds and fell on the side of her face with lowered eyes and furrowed eyebrows. Her skin was like cream, her eyelashes were like butterfly feathers, and the strand of hair that was blown by the wind seemed to be scratching Yan Wensong's heart.
He suddenly woke up from the drunkenness, and all the carelessness and extravagance in his eyes faded away, leaving only a deep possessiveness - he had lived for more than twenty years and had seen countless beauties, but there had never been a moment when he was so seduced by this poor girl in plain clothes that his soul trembled.
Yun Niang felt the wind was strong, she subconsciously raised her hand and tightened her scarf, her fingertips paused slightly, and she vaguely felt a scorching gaze on her body. She raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of the noble and arrogant young master under the wealthy family.
She didn't know that this moment was doomed.
Later, on countless cold nights, Yun Niang curled up in his arms, always asking herself repeatedly in her heart: Why did she choose to go to Zhujiaxiang? There are Yangjia Alley in the south of the city and Liujia Alley in the west of the city. You can find a living in all the streets. Why do you choose to step into Zhujia Alley where tigers and wolves are entrenched?
The evil nature of the night wind that day, and the sudden glance made the wealthy and aloof young man focus on her, a helpless and weak girl from a poor family. The net of robbery has been quietly opened, waiting to be closed, trapping her in the cage of power.
Intention: Everything depends on people, don't give up easily