Just listening to the voice, I thought it was some dog-legged eunuch from the palace, and he arrogantly wanted to announce me into the palace.

But under the vicious sun, waiting for me outside the door is actually King Chen, who has not been seen for a few days, and the cold and solemn appearance when Hualou saw him that day, and the person who stands in the shade of the eaves of the corridor at this moment, there is a world of difference.

I can't tell that this guy has two other faces.

"What do you have to do with me?" I had a bad leg, so I simply snuggled up to the door frame and looked at him.

He held a brocade handkerchief in his hand to wipe his sweat, and there was a happy smile on the bottom of his eyes: "I said I would come to look for you, so I'll come today!"

I waved my hand and excused myself: "I don't have time to entertain you now, it's hot, you can stay where it's cool." ”

The maid beside him was bowing her head and snickering, but King Chen didn't seem to buy it, he put his hands together and coughed weakly: "Although it is a little abrupt, I still want to ask the saint to appreciate her face." ”

Narrate, what is there to say, this guy should not be sent by the emperor to spy on me, if he knew that I was injured in the imperial city, he would definitely find a name to investigate this inn.

At that time, it will be most difficult to find out that our identity is small, and the remnants of the evil path hidden in the imperial city have escaped.

Refuse, must refuse!

"I have already informed Your Highness that the Holy Maiden is ill, so Your Highness should come back another day. The little maid beside her bowed sincerely in front of King Chen.

I almost didn't have a mouthful of old blood spurting out, so I had to reach out and pat her on the shoulder, and lowered my voice: "How do you know?"

The little maid was stunned at first, and then pointed to the side room in the courtyard: "Uncle Liang told us." ”

"Uncle Liang?" I was confused.

The little maid nodded in response, and then said crisply to the side room: "Uncle Liang-"

As soon as the voice fell, the back of a thin man came out of the room, and although the coarse cloth clothes were larger, they were very clean.

He closed the door softly, hugged his crutches, and twisted and twisted joyfully and neatly towards us.

I rubbed my eyes, incredulous, and rubbed them again.

Little cripple!?

Is this guy shaking out my injuries?

He approached, handed me the abduction, and made a gesture to kneel: "Thanks to the Holy Maiden......"

"Wait!" I expertly put my crutches on, and stepped forward with a few strokes, hurriedly stopping him.

It is estimated that Yexun probably didn't explain it clearly to him, and this guy really doesn't know how to look at it.

In case he repeatedly tells the secret realm of the broken temple and the evil master, King Chen is a scheming person, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

I had an idea, and hurriedly picked up the little cripple to go out: "Since you know that I am injured, don't get these things, hurry up and go out and grab some medicine for me to promote blood circulation and eliminate blood stasis!"

The little cripple woke up like a dream, and nodded again and again: "This is going, this is going!"

With a "snap", the sound of the folding fan being closed in his hand, King Chen spoke slightly inquiringly: "The saint is injured, how can she do it with only those ordinary medicines, it is better to ......"

I didn't answer, I held his hand with the folding fan, and looked at him sincerely and cordially: "Why don't you go to the teahouse, let's go where it's cool!"

King Chen stared at the hand I was holding and shook it for a moment, and then a bright smile burst on, and the smile was slightly dazzling in this embarrassing energy.

"Do you have a place you'd like to go?" he asked gently, tilting his head slightly.

I rubbed my nose and raised my hand to remove the sweat from the corner of the tea's forehead, and he spread out the folding fan very intimately to cheer me up, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

If King Chen stays at the post station for a long time, he can still deal with the little cripple again, and if he sees Yexun appearing out of thin air, then things will be difficult to do.

This guy was born with the life of a noble man, and the righteousness of the Taimiao on his body made the evil people even more afraid, let alone cast a spell on him to absorb his memories.

But after thinking about it, the image in the imperial city in my mind, excluding the palace and the post house, is the flower building with fragrant fat and singing.

I can't invite people to a place like that!

Then he smiled at him shyly, and his voice was soft: "Otherwise, you will do it!"

King Chen's eyes were tactful, and he was very happy with the folding fan: "Then I'll go out and wait for you!"

I freshened up and dressed and went out on crutches, but I saw that in addition to King Chen's carriage outside the post house, there was actually another team of people parked.

But they were hindered by the coercion of King Chen, and they did not dare to come forward to call the door, so they had to stand under the sun with their heads drooped.

Seeing me at the door, the eunuch at the head stretched his neck and wanted to speak, but he happened to meet the gaze of King Shangchen, and he had to shrink back in a curt.

I stood in front of the door, in a dilemma, a king is enough to make my head big, I must not let those eunuchs know that I am injured, they all look honest on the surface, but they are very capable of causing trouble behind their backs.

As soon as I gritted my teeth, I quickly threw away the crutches in my hand before I went out, and gathered all my strength to condense my inner breath under my feet, so that I could temporarily supplement the vitality of the operation of the Dharma Body.

Forcibly going against the law will be devoured, and although I don't know how serious it is, it should be enough to support me to get into the carriage.

I lifted the hem of my skirt, took a deep breath, and quickly skipped over King Chen, who had come to pick me up, and got into the carriage with lightning speed.

Suddenly, there was a dense numbness in the ankle of the corpse poison, the pain was only stronger than the feeling of sitting for a long time, I reached out and covered it, fortunately, it was not as serious as I imagined!

"Are you alright?" King Chen looked at me with a worried frown.

I changed to a comfortable position and sat down: "It was just a bump, it's not a big deal!"

The carriage slowly moved forward, King Chen separated the folding fan between us, and the wind energy that just happened to hit took care of me and him, and he looked at me with a smile: "Who is the person who is called Uncle Liang?"

Sure enough, he didn't tactfully want to probe my details at all.

"Uncle Liang?" I sat up, looked at him blankly, and then remembered a face: "You said that little lame?"

He raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and I leaned over where there was a fan: "He was picked up by me on the street to run errands, and he was injured at the time, I just saved him!"

King Chen didn't ask any more questions, and nodded calmly with a ruddy face.

About to the city, even if the scorching sun outside can not stop the prosperity of the imperial city, the sound of cicadas hidden in the thick shade is exhausted, and the shouting of male and female vendors is extremely lively.

With a slender hand stretched out in front of him, King Chen bowed to the door of the carriage and smiled lightly: "Let's go." ”

In fact, I refused in my heart, but because of my injured foot, I had to bite the bullet and hold him through my sleeve.

What we entered was a quaint and low-key building, but it was no different from the pomp and circumstance in front of the flower building.

It's just that the complicated smell of fat powder there has become a curling tea fragrance here, and the gong skin drum is beating and beating.

King Chen led me upstairs all the way, and without opening his mouth, Xiao Er took us to the private room in the middle of the upstairs.

He first politely helped me to sit down, explained a few words to Xiao Er, and then sat down opposite me.

I looked down through the beaded curtain that hung on the ground, and a group of people with heavy makeup and bright makeup were fighting the high platform downstairs, and the cheers of a group of people in the audience were louder and louder.

I was raised in the deep palace in my last life, and I only had a look of the world outside the palace, even though I was proficient in all kinds of rituals and poetry, but I was really curious about this mundane thing.

Later, I became impermanent, because I felt fresh and liked these things, and because of this, almost all of my first 100 years were torn day and night between detaining my soul and listening to operas.

To be honest, there is no drama in this mortal world that I have never heard, it's just the difference between squeezing the beam with Xiao Hei in the past and sitting in the private room now.

King Chen pushed the excerpt to me: "Find out what you want to see." ”

I took the opportunity to take it back, waved my hand and said, "It's better for you to arrange, just a more exciting story!"

He made a thoughtful look, and after a moment, whispered thoughtfully to his attendant, who was given the order to quickly turn and go downstairs.

It was not clear what he had done, but in a moment the beating of the gongs and drums stopped abruptly, and all those who were on the stage and those who were about to go on stage were invited behind the tent.

There was a lot of noise in the stands, and it was really annoying that everyone was suddenly interrupted by something that was rising, and I also deeply experienced that feeling back then, although I didn't say it, but in my heart I had scolded the person who stopped the show inside and out.

But now it's finally my turn to be the hateful man.

I picked up a cup of tea, slowly blew the tea foam floating on the water, and caught a glimpse of an old man coming out from behind the curtain.

He first apologized with laughter, waited for the dissatisfaction to subside, and then cleared his throat and reported the curtain with full anger: "Please enjoy the new drama 'Six Pine Fights Dongmen Qing'!"

I was so shocked by the words that I squirted a sip of tea out of my nostrils.

King Chen intimately handed me a brocade to wipe it, and was very proud: "It's exciting, isn't it?"