Chapter 166 Love Hidden in the Red Rope and Sugar Hawthorns

The night fell. Wearing black brocade robe, with his dark hair bunched high, Leng Qingtang was hanging around the faintly lighted street, dressed as an ordinary young man. The downtown street was busy. There was a grand lantern festival on North Street, and businesses of the other blocks were also unwilling to miss the profit opportunities during annual Girls' Day.