As soon as it was dawn the next day, Zhang An got up early. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoHis family is outside, and he lives in a small courtyard in the palace on weekdays, and he goes home every ten days and a half to have a look. Once you've cleaned yourself up, you'll start looking around.

As soon as he went out, he raised his head and saw the gloomy sky, and he had a vague bad premonition in his heart, I am afraid that today's rain will not be small.

"Zhang... Total... Zhang... Total... Tube!" and a servant girl was heard calling to her from afar.

Zhang An squinted and fixed his eyes, it turned out to be the little maid beside Li Xiuniang, who was waving at him and running over. He thought to himself, this Li Xiuniang doesn't like words on weekdays, but likes to raise dogs, which is the most troublesome among all the ladies. But this little girl has always been reluctant to serve her, and has secretly asked him several times before to change her place, but she has never agreed. Is she here again?

"Zhang... Steward, dog... Dog..."The little maid ran over, holding her knees with her hands and panting, as if she was running too fast.

"You say slowly, what's wrong with the dogs? Did you bite people?" Zhang An remembered the scene yesterday when Dye Xiang was bullied by the dogs, and thought that those dogs were causing trouble again.

"No, dog... All dead. "Running all the way, the little maid's chest was on fire.

Zhang An smiled after hearing this, "I thought what was the matter! Isn't it just a few dogs?

"No, Madame is also dead. The little maid finally took a breath.

"What?" Zhang An's smile froze on his face, and he immediately asked again, "How did you die?"

"Today the slave maid went to wake up her wife, and saw that all the dogs in the dog cages in the courtyard were dead. The slave and maid told the lady, and after the lady read it, she fell down without saying a word, and the slave and maid invited the house doctor, and the house doctor said that she was dead and could not be saved, so she asked the slave and the maid to invite you over. The little maid replied.

Zhang An's face couldn't help but become solemn after hearing this, "You go back first, I'll call some people over." ”。

The little maid ran back again, and at this time the sky was dripping with raindrops, and Zhang An turned his head and thought as he walked, today is not a good day. He first went back to the house and got an umbrella, and then called five or six handymen before hurrying over.

Li Xiuniang's garden gate was surrounded by servants, all pointing and saying something.

"Go, go, go, go, all of them have nothing to do!" Zhang An blasted them all away as soon as he came.

When the house doctor saw him coming, he waved at him, "Manager Zhang!"

"How did she die?" Zhang An looked at Li Xiuniang lying on the ground, her lifeless face was calm, and she didn't seem to be in pain.

"Died of a sudden illness. The doctor replied.

Li Xiuniang's health is good on weekdays, but it's a pity that it's gone, Zhang An sighed, and said to the handyman he called: "I found the bed and wrapped it in a quilt, and sent it out to bury it." After wrapping Li Xiuniang's body, the two servants carried it out one after the other.

"Mr. Zhang, what about these dogs?" asked a servant.

Zhang An looked at these foaming dogs with stiff bodies, and said, "Get it out and bury it with her!"

When the servants heard this, they found two large poles and carried the dog cage out. The palace doctor and the handymen are gone, and Zhang An and the little maid are left in the garden.

"Mr. Zhang, what about the slave?" asked the little maidservant.

"You pack up Mrs. Li's relics and hand them over to me, and then clean up this garden, burn what should be burned, and throw away everything that should be thrown away. Zhang An said and left with a calm face.

The little maid has always wanted to leave this garden, unwilling to serve Li Xiuniang and her group of dogs, unwilling to be called dog slaves, and she even cursed Li Xiuniang and her dogs. But at this moment, the little maid was left alone in the empty garden, but she squatted on the ground and cried, she never thought that Li Xiuniang and her dog were really dead, but they were really dead.

The sky suddenly became unusually gloomy, as if it was back to the night, and the pouring rain was pouring on a beautiful oil-paper umbrella, and the begonia flowers painted on the umbrella were washed by the rain, as if they were alive. A beautiful face under the umbrella is looking at Li Xiuniang's garden from afar, she is smiling, but her smile is more delicate than the begonias on the umbrella.

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The time was coming, but the rain was still heavy and the sky was still very gloomy. Santai shook his head, it was the first time in more than ten years that he had encountered such bad weather, and he couldn't help but wonder if he could still set off today?

Wearing a hat and a robe, he drove the carriage out of the north gate and stopped in front of the main gate. The chief of the palace was directing the accompanying guards to line up, and the flags they were holding were drenched in the rain and stuck to the poles. Zhang An held an umbrella and directed the servants to enter and exit and prepare.

There was still some time before departure, Santai jumped lightly to the ground and shouted at Zhang An: "Manager Zhang, the villain goes to the toilet." ”

After Zhang An heard this, he waved his hand at him, "Go and come back quickly, don't delay the hour." ”

"Hey!" Santai agreed and entered the palace, and ran to the toilet in the back. It's his annual routine because it's inconvenient once he's on the road. He always remembered the first year he went, peed in his pants. No one knew about it, no one saw it, but he was still ashamed.

Trotting all the way, the small yard where the thatched toilet is in front of you. As soon as he passed the courtyard gate, he heard someone behind him shouting, "Santai!"

He looked back in confusion, and before he could see who had called him, a white handkerchief was tightly wrapped around his mouth, and he grabbed the hand and tried to break it. A sweet smell entered his nose, and his hands and feet became softer and weaker, his vision blurred and blurred, and finally he collapsed on the ground.

Seeing him fall to the ground, I rubbed the handkerchief and shoved it into his mouth. With great effort she dragged him into the empty latrine, took off his hat, took off his coat, and then tied him with the rope that had been prepared a long time ago.

He patted him unconscious on the face and said, "I'm sorry man, you can sleep here for a while!", according to the medicine woman, he can sleep for at least two hours.

Put on a hat, put on a robe, close the door of the latrine, and erect a sign outside that is under maintenance and suspended, and in this way I became the old coachman of the palace, Santai.

Thinking of this, I was angry, who said that this Santai was old, he was no more than thirty-five or sixteen years old, and his face was clean, so that I also painted a lot of beard with thrush ink.

I wiped my face with rain, looking at this gloomy day, the howling rain, my heart was happy, isn't this day for me!

When they arrived at the gate of the palace, the two carriages with 100 people were already lined up neatly. Zhang An stood beside the carriage behind me and yelled at me, "Why have you been delaying for so long, hurry up and get in the car and leave." ”

I pressed the hat, whispered, "Oh~!", jumped into the carriage, and pulled the reins.

Zhang An shouted, "Let's go!", and then the horse's hooves clicked, and the whole team set off towards the imperial city.