The fourth girl originally wanted to share the car with the seventh girl, but was invited back by the Duchess of the country. Xu was worried that the fourth girl's quiet temperament would disturb Jiang's rest in the car, and he was very uneasy about her. In the end, the four girls followed the car of the Duchess of the Kingdom, and the seven girls saw her go to the front with a bitter little face, put down the curtain, and laughed.

Leaning back on the soft couch placed in the car, the seventh girl caught a glimpse of Dong Teng holding a food box in her arms out of the corner of her eyes, and asked her in surprise, "What are you doing with it, just put it down." ”

Dong Teng was a little hesitant, looked at the food box on his legs, and then looked at the plush carpet laid in the car, and hesitated to reply, "Master, or the slave maid should just hold it like this." Although there is a felt, but in case there is a bump, where is the knock, the slave is afraid that the dim sum you made for the prince will be broken. ”

Seeing that she insisted on holding her in her arms, the seventh girl smiled and praised her for her "heart", knowing that she was a smart person, and it would be okay to ask Chunying to teach her more in the future.

Zida left Lufu to Jiang Yu, and all the big and small things in her house were managed by Cui's mother and Chunying. In the future, Cui's mother needs to help her take care of the children, but Chunying is busy with everything, and the burden is heavier.

The seventh girl put a cloak on her body, and there was a long way to go into the palace, she was heavy, she loved to doze off, and she happened to be in the car to recuperate.

Close your eyes and secretly estimate yourself: Send someone to the nunnery, and the moon cakes for Miss Yin should also be delivered, right?

I haven't seen her for a long time, and every time I write back, I always reply "well" and "well". On such a day of family reunion, I was very sad to think of her.

Because of her body, Zhao Guogong and his party drove smoothly. Two quarters of an hour later, there were two more street crossings leading to the palace.

Near the official road, at the other end of Tongji Street, which crisscrosses it, a carriage with a blue cloth and red roof is slowly driving by. Wen Liang sat cross-legged in the car, his hands on his knees, and the distracting thoughts in his heart.

A total of three carriages of this style were sent out from the Prime Minister's Mansion this afternoon. At the same time, from the main gate, the side gate, and the corner gate on the east side of the Prime Minister's Palace, they went to the palace along slightly different paths.

Although he expected that that person and the Marquis of Jiangyin, a lore blow, I am afraid that it will still fall on the official road. He has no official position now, and even if he dies on the spot, the government will only handle it as an ordinary life lawsuit.

What is a dead person? Not to mention the white one. Every year in Beijing, there are hundreds of people who suffer from famine and starve to death. In addition to what he has learned, he has nothing to rely on with the sixth master. If you are dead, you will die, and you can't find out who committed the crime, and the file will be discarded and piled up in the dark house where the government has kept the case record, and within a few months, your face will be covered with gray dust.

He laid out that the three carriages went out of the house at the same time, just to confuse the sight. It would be best if that person and the people of the Marquis of Jiangyin could be restrained and broken into pieces.

Wen Liang stretched out his hand and slightly picked up the corner of the curtain. With his back against the door panel, he peeks out through the gap sideways.

I saw a lamp on the street, because it was the autumn festival, it was particularly lively.

The peddlers who walked by the roadside carried their burdens and shouted loudly. Girls from ordinary people, clothed and hairpins, and good friends, holding small hands in twos and threes. Two copper plates can be exchanged for a bowl of oil tea to eat, and there are sugar gourds and white hemp sugar beside the road, which are sold by these girls' favorite snacks.

In front of the clay man's stall, there are three layers inside and three layers outside, and they are surrounded by water. Most of the onlookers were children, held by their parents or around their necks. I saw that my eyes seemed to be glued to the pinched monkey and tiger, and I was reluctant to leave for a moment.

Wen Liang put down the tent, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked a smile.

In the endless stream of street markets, if there is a murder, if you think about the city government of those two, you will not be able to count it, and the Zhu family is waiting for such a thing, which is difficult to get rid of.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, in the heart of Gyeonggi, he openly assassinated in the downtown area, causing riots. In this way, the king's law is ignored, which is hindered by face, and King Huai has to order a strict investigation.

In this way, on weekdays, the moment he leaves the Prime Minister's Mansion and exposes his whereabouts, it can be said that he will definitely die. Today, however, this bustling street provides him with the best shelter.

Just as Wen Liang thought, after the disguise outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, the secret agents who were in ambush got the news, and three carriages drove out of the mansion at the same time. Before he found out which carriage the man was hiding, he didn't dare to take it lightly and act rashly.

The adults only ordered them to keep a close watch. Now that things have changed, I am afraid that I have to use my brain and be flexible in this errand.

On the other hand, waiting by the official road in the morning, there was a head ring woven of withered grass at his feet, and Gongsun sat under the tree, and he also got a message from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Because of the congestion on the streets, the carriage moved slowly, and these two legs ran faster than the wheel.

Gongsun shook the feather fan, hugged his arms beside him, and said with a cold face all the year round, "This person is gentle, thoughtful, calculating, and extraordinary. It's a pity, it's a pity, but it's a member of the Zhu Party. ”

Zhou Zhun lowered his head and wiped the bow and crossbow in his hand, and waited for the man's carriage to shoot the horse with lightning speed, and the rest of the people threw out the hook lock and dragged the carriage away from the official road, and then they could immediately behead Wen Liang.

As for the escorts, they have their own people from the Marquis of Jiangyin.

At this time, the seventh girl listened to the joy outside, and did not know that the two parties had already competed.

Uncle Tong was driving the carriage, but suddenly saw in front of him, in mid-air, a water-red silk handkerchief, fluttering, whirling, falling in the middle of the road.

Uncle Tong's wrinkled old face secretly raised his vigilance. Tightening the reins, the carriage took a few steps and came to a slow stop. The guards accompanying the car, their hands on the sabers at their waists, were waiting for them.

A delicate and dressed noblewoman, carrying a skirt, walked over from the candy blower's stall. Seeing this situation, I seemed to be startled. Stunned for a moment, with a little crampedness, he leaned over and bowed slightly. Blushing, he hurriedly picked up the handkerchief and stuffed it into his sleeve pocket.

With the servant girl chasing after her, she didn't care about the funny sugar man, and bent down into the small sedan chair parked by the road.

After such a delay, the seven girls and their party were left behind by the carriage of Mrs. Chen in front.

Behind the seventh girl, it was Mrs. Guan's car. The maid in front of Mrs. Guan half-lifted the curtain and leaned out to take a look. Seeing that it was not a big deal, he smiled and retracted it. Use this as a talking point and tell the master to make it funny.

At the fork in Tongji Street, which was only a few steps away from the official road, followed by the carriage, escorting Mr. Wen's head of the guard. I saw that the street corner pretended to be a waiter in the prime minister's house who sold cooking cakes, and suddenly put away the pretense erected next to the stove.

The leader approached the window and whispered, "Sir, here!" ”