At the second watch, she asked for pink rouge.
****......***
Everyone was standing nearby, and when they heard the little maid speak like that, they all looked over to the group. Lian Huahua also smiled and looked over, but after only a glance, the smile on her face disappeared without a trace.
Song Hailong was in the midst of the crowd, about to mount his horse, but a middle-aged man with strange attire grabbed the hem of his garment. The man's dark purple complexion and his hands, with knotty joints protruding, betrayed his identity as a manual laborer. Yet, he wore a piece of sunflower-colored brocade that was almost brand new. However, the brocade clearly didn't fit him well, being too thin and too short, revealing the oil-stained, coarse cloth pants of Yingzi's father underneath.
Moreover, the brocade was a bit too showy, and looked awkward and out of place on this man.
At this moment, Lian Manman recognized the man.
