Gu Bailu said goodbye to Su Shenfan. "Farewell, Shao Zun. Lian'er, I'm leaving."
Feng Qingtian glanced at Su Shenfan before he said, "Let's go."
He then carried Gu Bailu into the carriage.
The onlookers who were squatting under the willow tree and eating noodles saw that everyone had left and no one was using the tables, so they returned to the tables.
Bu Yaolian took out two small boxes of rouge and took a sniff. The rouge boxes were very exquisitely made. There was a carved blue lotus flower on each box, and when she opened them, they gave off a pleasant fragrance.
This was a rouge which Gu Bailu had gotten her people to make, and which was especially useful.
"Did you obtain treasure?" Su Shenfan looked at her in disdain, looking down his nose at the way she treated the two boxes of rouge like treasure.
