The young lady of the Yang family came to the teahouse in Yangzhou again, drank a cup of tea by herself, and went into the city.
She held up a blue oil-paper umbrella in her hand and walked slowly step by step along the old road, looking straight ahead but not looking at anyone.
"The little lady from the Yang family is here again?"
"Isn't it? It's really a sin. A good girl is like this..."
"Are you afraid of being crazy?"
"Hush! Please be quieter, that little lady is very skilled in martial arts and has sharp ears!"
Yang Xianxian turned a deaf ear, sighed, and turned back.
It's better to go to Zailai Town.
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