For two days in a row, Du Weiwei stayed in the palace, did not follow Su Wushuang to the free clinic, and no one in the palace came to the palace to find trouble. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

All the people were busy, as if Du Weiwei was the only one who sat in the garden of the palace, and only moved for a long time.

Now, everything in Kyoto has been prepared, and the only thing to wait for is He Xiao's return to Beijing.

Du Weiwei sat on a stone bench covered with a thick mattress, with a soup woman wrapped in a thick flannel cloth in his hands, and his two hands were holding the soup woman on the stone table, and his eyes were a little confused looking at the scenery of the entire garden.

In the distance, Zi Kom was dressed in a capable dark purple tight-fitting robe and carried a food plate in the direction of Du Weiwei. When he was about to walk to the stone pavilion, he suddenly remembered something, his eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace to send the things to Du Weiwei, put down the tray, and turned around to run out of the garden again.

On the food plate, there is a large porcelain bowl also wrapped in flannel, a small porcelain bowl, and a spoon.

Du came back to his senses slightly, glanced at the porcelain bowl, and then turned his gaze to look at Zi Kom who ran away again: "Where are you going?" ”

Zi Ko had already run a distance, and when she heard Miss's inquiry, she turned around while running, and beckoned to Du Weiwei: "Xiaoxiang Pavilion has sent new clothes, I'll go get them and show Miss." ”

"Hey......" Du Weiwei wanted to say something, but saw that the girl had already run out of the garden, and smiled helplessly, "What is this girl in a hurry......

Immediately stretched out his hand, to open the large porcelain bowl on the plate, the moment the lid of the bowl was opened, a rich ginger aroma has been transmitted out of Ali, the porcelain bowl, is the brown sugar ginger tea, a few neatly cut ginger slices are floating on the black and red ginger tea, slightly fluttering, simple, but not not simple.

The smile suddenly became relieved, Du Weiwei picked up the small porcelain bowl and began to hold the ginger tea.

Zikou this girl, still such a concerned person, she has been sitting in this pavilion for almost half a morning, the girl was afraid that she would be cold, first sent the soup woman, and then sent this ginger tea.

The sweet ginger tea with a spicy taste was steaming hot, and the slightest fragrance came out, and the woman picked up the spoon and began to drink ginger tea.

The next moment, the woman's eyes became sharp for a moment, and the movement of drinking ginger tea stopped abruptly, and her eyes burned, looking at the person who came from the direction of the entrance of the garden.

The hand holding the teacup also slowly put down the teacup, sat up straight, and his expression became deeper and deeper, until the black figure that entered walked in front of him, stood on the path outside the stone pavilion, bent down heavily, and made a big salute.

"My subordinates have seen the princess."

The appearance of the man in black was obviously in a hurry to come back.

Du Weiwei's eyes slowly turned and looked at the person who saluted, God.

On the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, there were still two days before the state funeral, and he followed He Xiao to the frontier and came back.

"Where's the prince?" In the first sentence, Du Weiwei naturally asked He Xiao, she knew very well that if He Xiao came back, then at this moment, the person standing in front of her would not be Tian, it must be He Xiao herself.

"The master led a large army behind, let his subordinates come back first to report the situation to the princess."

With the words of heaven and earth, Du Weiwei's heart was relieved of most of it, He Xiao was fine, and she could naturally rest assured.

The heaviness on his brows dissipated a lot, and he picked up Tang Pozi again with both hands, and Du Weiwei said again: "What did the prince ask you to say." ”

Nodding heavily, Tian straightened up slightly, his hands still clenched into fists:

"There is only one sentence for the subordinates."

"Everything is in order, everything is fine."

As the sky said those eight words, Du Weiwei's hand holding Tang Pozi also clenched it all of a sudden, what the woman cared about was not the four words that everything was, but the latter sentence, Che Che is fine.

Everything is ready, the only thing to wait for is He Xiao, but he told himself to be well.

Let the day come back early, it also means to protect yourself.

At this point, Du Weiwei understands He Xiao better than anyone else.

"Miss, the ...... sent by Xiaoxiang Pavilion"

It was in this moment of silence that Zi Ko took a great burden in her hand, walked towards the garden, and said loudly, and the moment she raised her eyes, she saw the man standing outside the stone pavilion.

"God?"

Zikou was naturally surprised in her heart, without any notification from anyone, Tian actually returned to the palace?

Tian's gaze lifted slightly, skimming over Ziko's slightly surprised face, and then nodded in acknowledgment, but did not speak.

Du Weiwei's expression just sank for a moment, and soon returned to normal: "It's been hard all the way, you go and clean up first." ”

Naturally, this is said to the heavens.

After receiving the order, Tian clasped his fists and saluted again, and his footsteps moved slightly, and he went outside.

Zi Ko's face was still a little surprised, and she glanced at the back of Tian leaving, and then she took the burden and went to the stone pavilion: "Miss, I don't know what kind of clothes this Xiaoxiang Pavilion sent this time, it is much heavier than usual." ”

The moment Zi Ko's words came out, the footsteps of Tiantian, who had already reached the gate of the garden, suddenly stopped, and his eyes quickly looked at the two women in the stone pavilion, and his brows furrowed heavily, and then he strode out of the garden.

Ziko's movements were very fast, and she put the burden on the stone table, opened it layer by layer, and the clothes in the bag were quickly displayed in front of the woman.

A set of all-black clothes lay quietly in the baggage.

Du Weiwei's pure hand stretched out and slowly smeared the fabric.

The clothes are not thick, it can be said to be extremely thin, and the reason why the burden is large is because the clothes are not folded, and even under the baggage, a layer of hard thin wooden boards is padded to prevent the clothes from being folded in any way. And the most peculiar thing is that although the clothes are thin, they are full of weight, and it is no wonder that Zikou complains about that.

Zi Ko's eyes were also wide open, and she curiously stretched out her hand to touch the fabric, but for a moment, her eyes widened: "Miss! This is, corundum porcelain clothes! ”

With Zikou's abrupt and trembling voice, Du Weiwei's hand also stopped at the cuff of his clothes, looked at Zikou, blinked his eyes, and was full of doubts.

Miss doesn't practice martial arts, so she naturally doesn't know much about such things, but Zi Kom understands the preciousness and rarity of this porcelain clothes.

"Miss, this corundum porcelain clothes, although they look the same as ordinary fabrics, but in each strand thread, they are all corundum porcelain twisted at high temperatures."

Zikou was extremely excited, and explained to Du Weiwei, but when she saw that the young lady was still confused, she eagerly dropped the second sentence: "This dress is a rare self-defense thing that can protect against all kinds of weapons!" ”