It seemed that it was just a blink of an eye, and he had arrived not far from the back gate of Moxiang Garden, Ning Junwu reined in his horse and gently helped Xia Xiaodong down.

This location is good, it is not far away, and it will not attract the attention of Moxiangyuan.

After Xia Xiaodong came down, he found that the horse's hooves were particularly large, and if he looked closely, he was wearing special 'cotton shoes', which looked much better than the kind of casually wrapped in cotton wool and the like, and the effect was also good to listen to from the movements along the way.

"Go back quickly," Xia Xiaodong lowered his head and said, "There are many dreams in the night, so it's better to hurry up." ”

"It's fine." Ning Junwu was reluctant to leave for a while, and said with a smile: "That gang of rabble, Huzi has already brought people over." I'll go straight out of town from here and meet them at the summer resort. ”

That is to say, when the two of us rode together on a long street, that is, when the gang of people who were ready to catch the traitor were surrounded and annihilated. Xia Xiaodong couldn't help but smile slightly.

At this time, it was the thickest time of the night before dawn, and Ning Junwu couldn't see the expression of the girl in front of him clearly, but the faint smile would never be mistaken, and Dengshi's heart was also happy.

Then I was extremely annoyed, and when I went out, I forgot to put on a big coat! Otherwise, how suitable it is to wrap Xia Xiaodong with a big coat now! It's much better than hastily stretching out your arms and taking action!

Xia Xiaodong couldn't see his imminent intentions, the smile on his face became bigger and bigger, and he hurriedly raised his legs and left, and hurriedly waved his hand: "It's good to have an arrangement, I'm going to go back to sleep for a while." ”

Ning Junwu reached out to grab her, but that hand only touched the edge of the floating cloak. After hesitating, he didn't catch up after all.

It's really not the time for me to be Qingqing, and Xia Xiaodong really should have a sleep.

Although he didn't chase after him, Ning Junwu still fell behind Xia Xiaodong, and it wasn't until the cloak disappeared from the back door of Moxiangyuan that he turned around and went back to find the horse after a long while.

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The galloping black horse was secretly strange in his heart.

It's not strange to be pulled out in the middle of the night, and all four legs are wearing the 'horse shoes' that are not often worn - this is the name given to this shoe by the black horse, and it is not strange, but when he rode two people heavily for Mao, the master was in a very good mood, and now he is relaxed, and when there is only one master, the mood is getting more and more gloomy, and even angry?

Yes, the horse is intelligent and sensitive, and the cliff can know the mood of the master. (This is a whisper, don't let those minions know, or you'll have to fight for it.) ）

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Turning back to his room from the window, Xia Xiaodong had a feeling of being in a different world. It was quiet in the room—quiet, of course, no one. I don't know if Qiujuan and they used to smoke incense during the day, and the faint fragrance of cloves floated over and over.

Xia Xiaodong took a deep breath, slowly relaxed, first untied the cloak, folded it and put it back in place, then took off the Hu Fu inside, folded it and put it back in place, and finally put on the wide-legged thin cotton pajama pants on the head of the bed, and then opened the tent and went to sleep.

The pillow that was originally hidden in the quilt was just taken to hug, and a hard thing was kicked under my feet, and I stepped on it, and it was warm, it was the soup woman. ——,As soon as Xia Xiaodong's head touched the pillow, he let out a sigh of relief, and then fell into the deepest sleep.

The scavenger is out of the horse, and there is no need to worry about the rest of the matter.

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The city of Weijing is very large and has a large population, although there are many high-ranking officials, eunuchs and noble ministers, and there are even more small people in the market.

Every time the morning light is light, the whole city gradually wakes up. The little donkey cart with night incense was the first to pass through the streets and alleys, and the yawning maids or small daughters-in-law, some of whom were still wearing pajamas and pajamas, hurried out to summon the old women who were driving the car.

When the little donkey cart is gone, there will be a man sweeping the floor to clean up, and after a while, the burden of selling vegetables and the cart pulling water will appear.

However, all of these people invariably bypassed a special area.

Panggong Hutong.

The so-called Pang Gong is said to be a prime minister-level figure in history, and he is the ancestor of the pioneer of female music. Female musicians, you know.

The location of this Panggong Hutong is also quite ironic, between the Viking Mansion and the Xuezheng Yamen. It is said to be an alley, but in fact, there is a large area, with all kinds of colors, which is by no means comparable to ordinary small alleys.

Why do you all have to walk around this place early in the morning? It's very simple, the people there haven't gotten up yet, okay? Running over to disturb people's dreams, is it a reward? Or is it begging?

Unlike other places where work starts at dawn and finishes at dark, the people in Panggong Hutong only start at night, only get high in the middle of the night, go to bed on the fourth watch, and get up at three poles.

However, today, the Yingying girl of Jinfeng Tower did not wait for the three poles of the sun, and before the time was over, she stretched out a Qianqianyu hand from the tent and lazily called the maid: "Bao'er, get the washing water." ”

"Girl, are you going to get up?" According to the rules of the courtyard, when the girl is with the guests, unless the guests do not agree, the maid will always serve by the side, holding tea and fruit, putting on and taking off clothes, wiping the body and bathing, and even taking the night pot and pouring night incense, which are the maid's business.

I know that the girl was not happy last night - when she met a rude man, she didn't understand the amorous feelings, and she didn't pity the jade at all, but she fanned over with a big-eared scraper, spitting and farting and scolding the bitch*, can you be happy? So Bao'er didn't dare to sleep, and waited by the bedside early, so that she could serve the girl and the guest to get up—or she would be beaten again.

As she spoke, Miss Yingying sat up, opened the tent a little, revealing half of her snow-white body, and said impatiently: "Let you go quickly to fetch water, what are you talking about?" ”

Bao'er answered, and was about to go to fetch water, but she didn't want the man behind the girl to wake up, so a thick, black arm full of long hair stretched out, grabbed the girl's waist, and pulled the girl back into the tent.

"What do you do with enough water to wash your face, go and bring a few buckets of hot water, Lao Tzu wants to take a bath!" The rough voice commanded, "By the way, I have to go to the back and buy two bowls of fresh pulp!" ”

Seeing that the low-hanging powder tent was shaking violently, Bao'er flattened her mouth and turned around to go out to buy pulp first.

At this time, the old man Lin, who usually came to sell pulps, had not come out yet, so he had to go to his house in the back street to buy it.

Miss Yingying was unhappy in her heart, so she let the man toss and turn, without saying a word, she simply twisted a delicate face to the side and didn't look at it.

"Lao Tzu spent money, not for a dead man!" The man was furious, grabbed Miss Yingying's body with both hands, and shook it fiercely.

"No, no, no!" Outside the tent, Bao'er's panting voice suddenly came: "Yes, yes, yes...... Dead person! ”

(To be continued.) )