Chapter 517: Cotton Clothes

Leaning on Dong Ce's shoulder, feeling the sorrow and sorrow on his body, Bai Yuetang only felt that his heart was like a knife.

She had nothing else to do but use her tenderness and thoughtfulness to heal the wounds that the man had suffered at home from those closest to him.

In this compartment, the heavy wheels of the carriage of the Yongning Marquis Mansion rolled away, gradually approaching the palace, and in that compartment, the Marquis of China's Mansion, Gu Yuqing finished breakfast, and it was still early before the time of the flower hall, sitting alone at the table under the window, turning over and over the files stolen from the Duanwang Mansion that day.

I want to find clues about Miao Jiang.

The sunlight is faint, finely broken, passing through the window and swaying by the breeze of the branches, mottled and sprinkled, hitting her white face, reflecting the silence of the room, showing the vitality of autumn.

After reading a book, I was a little depressed because I couldn't search it, sighed quietly, looked up at the starling who was screaming under the porch outside the window, and was stunned, and Jixiang came in to return.

"Miss, Minglu said that the four highnesses are fine, I went back last night, I fell asleep, and I got up early this morning, as always, the sword dance morning song, when the slave came back, he was about to enter the palace to find the Nine Highnesses, look, the four highnesses don't seem to know what happened yesterday. ”

When the auspicious words fell, Gu Yuqing's eyebrows moved slightly, and he sighed softly, with a sneer floating in his eyes.

Wan Qing......

After last night, the Bai family would never force her to Xiao Yu again, and it didn't make much sense for Xiao Yu to know or not.

It is better not to know, so as not to have evil in your heart.

As for how the Bai family is going to deal with Wanqing...... In my vague memory, in the previous life, it seemed that Dong Yuan had indeed accepted a concubine in the Bai family's maiden family, and he was still a noble concubine second only to Ping's wife.

As for whether the concubine in the previous life was Wanqing in this life, Gu Yuqing didn't know, and she didn't want to think about it.

As long as it doesn't disturb her life, such an inconsequential person...... It's not worth her attention.

As he was talking, Ruyi came in and curtsied and saluted: "Miss, Zhou Bingde asks to see you." ”

At this time, why did he come?

An inexplicable emotion lingered, and Gu Yuqing always felt that Zhou Bingde's sudden request to see him carried a certain bad atmosphere.

His eyes moved slightly, and he collected his thoughts, turned to Ruyi and said, "Take him to the stone table in the courtyard." As he spoke, his face couldn't help but be a little solemn.

As expected, he turned and left.

Looking at Ruyi's back stepping out of the threshold, Gu Yuqing took a deep breath, supported the table with her hands, and stood up.

Jixiang turned his head and took a thick cotton wool mat.

When Gu Yuqing went out, Zhou Bingde had already lowered his hands and bowed slightly, standing there.

Dressed in a stone-gray robe, with the unique square-mouth cloth shoes of the people of the Hou Mansion of China, the autumn sun hit him, and the whole person looked comfortable.

However, it had only been a few days, and he had no breath of a mountain hunter in his body.

"What?"

Jixiang laid out the mat, Gu Yuqing sat down slowly, took the hot tea held by Ruyi, covered it in his hand, and asked softly.

After Zhou Bingde saluted, he said respectfully: "Miss, yesterday Yongning waited for the wedding of the prince, and the servants ate at the same table with the horsemen of various prefectures. ”

Feng Ning?

When Gu Yuqing heard this, she couldn't help but frown slightly.

Zhou Bingde breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Listening to his words, His Royal Highness seems to be going quietly. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhou Bingde lowered his hands and stood there without saying more.

Fengning is an important place for the dispatch of military supplies in the DPRK, and the military materials of the whole country are basically stationed there.

Xiao Yi was silent at this time, avoiding people's ears and eyes, what to do there!

Military supplies...... The feather eyelashes trembled slightly, staring at the autumn sun that was cut by the branches, in the breeze, Gu Yuqing's heart shrank suddenly.

Xiao Yi is now married to the hussar general Gongsun Mu, and over the years, among the generals, Gongsun Mu has been pressed down by his father!

Xiao Yi was afraid that Xiao Yu would gain the power of the Hou Mansion of China, and he would definitely be unhappy, if Xiao Yi united with Gongsun Mu to do tricks on the military supplies to the Liaodong battlefield, the consequences would ......

Thinking about this, Gu Yuqing suddenly felt a thrill, and her clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Just as his thoughts were shaken, the housekeeper hurried all the way and hurriedly entered Tongyuan.

Hearing the sound of dense footsteps, Gu Yuqing turned his head to look over, and saw the housekeeper with a solemn face, gradually approaching.

The housekeeper has been working in the Qiannan Houfu for most of his life, and he has always been calm and calm, and it was the first time Gu Yuqing had seen him with such a panicked face.

Suddenly, my heart jumped, and a bad premonition lingered, and I couldn't help but raise my hand to touch my chest, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

When the words fell, I felt that my breath was heavy.

Walking in front of Gu Yuqing, the housekeeper hurriedly made a greeting salute, and glanced at Zhou Bingde, but he wanted to say something and stopped.

Zhou Bingde felt the meaning in the butler's eyes, and he didn't have time for Gu Yuqing to speak, so he immediately said: "The slave wants to return to the gift, and he will retire first, and the young lady has any instructions to recruit the slave again." ”

Gu Yuqing was shocked by the housekeeper's secretive expression, knowing that what he was talking about was to avoid Zhou Bingde, he immediately nodded, "You go first!"

After Zhou Bingde left, the housekeeper immediately said, "Miss, Li Deshun, who was placed in Fengning, asked to see him." ”

Zhou Bingde reported that Xiao Yi had been to Fengning frequently recently, and the people his father had planted there came to the door, his heart was like a torrent, Gu Yuqing squeezed the hand of the silk handkerchief, the bones were distinct, and immediately said: "Bring him in." ”

Rao is as calm as her, and at this moment, there is also some panic on his face.

After all...... Fengning is inseparable from the life and death of the front-line soldiers.

The butler took the order, but in the blink of an eye, he led in a stout man in civilian clothes.

This Li Deshun, Gu Yuqing had seen it once, so he didn't look at him much, but his eyes were attracted by the cotton clothes that Li Deshun held in his hand.

The style of cotton clothes is undoubtedly military.

At this time, although it is late autumn, Kyoto is still wearing autumn shirts, but Liaodong is northern, it is already full of cold, I heard Xiao Yu once mentioned that this winter material is to be sent after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Now it is only a few days away from the Mid-Autumn Festival, and at this time, Li Deshun took the cotton clothes over, which must be the strangeness of the cotton clothes.

When Li Deshun walked in front of him, before he could reply, Gu Yuqing's face was solemn and said, "But there is a problem with this cotton clothes?"

Li Deshun was stunned.

All the way to the Hou Mansion of China, I was still thinking about how to tell the eldest lady about these military affairs, after all, no matter how smart she was, she was just a boudoir woman.

On that day, the Hou Ye opened and instructed him that once he encountered something, if he couldn't deal with it and was imminent, he would go to the mansion of His Royal Highness the Four Princes to find the Four Princes to help.

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