Han Chuan leaned all the way back to the ear room with the red wall, the ear room was quiet, and the lights in the east and west wings were all stopped, and it was dark.

Han Chuan pushed open the door of the ear room with all his strength, gasping for breath restrainedly, the two little girls in the outer room had already fallen asleep, and there was an even and gentle breathing sound. Han Chuan let out a long breath and pulled up the curtain separating the inner room from the outer room. When Cicada heard the sound, she carried the candlestick with sleepy eyes, pulled her shoes and got up to look, and saw that Han Chuan's face was covered with blood, and he was still holding a knife in his hand, and exclaimed, "What's the matter!" ”

Han Chuan hurriedly shushed, and said weakly, "Don't be quiet..."

Yes, if something happens on the eve of leaving the palace, don't make a noise, as soon as you open it, the matter of leaving the palace may be resolved!

A Cicada hurriedly covered the cloth curtain, lightly took a thermos and washed two basins of warm water, Han Chuan rinsed his mouth with difficulty, and even rinsed a few mouthfuls of bright red blood, wiped his face, A Cicada helped wipe his body, and tried his best to restrain himself while wiping and exclaimed, "Why are there so many injuries... The left side of the face is full of scars... What's going on? ”

Han Chuan shook his head and pulled out a wry smile.

Guilty of it, Qi Da is not a coincidence.

Wu Sangou is dead after all, and talking so much to A Cicada scares the little girl.

Han Chuan waved his hand, "On the way, I met someone who didn't have long eyes... I got rid of him .."

The cicada let out a sigh of awe.

I don't know.

Since Chu'er suddenly suffered from heart palpitations and chest pain, the whole person is different! In the past, it was just neat to kill chickens, but now it's neat to kill! The knife in the hand fell and the knife fell in the hand, and the tongues of the two little eunuchs were gone! Now it has grown into a capable appearance that can easily solve the problem of not having long eyes... A cicada suddenly left the palace with Han Chuan, and swelled with infinite confidence.

Cicada took safflower oil to help Han Chuan rub his waist, the wound on his face could not be covered, he could only take the ice water in the well to cover the swelling, and it didn't take long for the second half of the night, Han Chuan couldn't sleep at all, lying on the kang, staring up at the paper window, faintly seeing a few lanterns swaying in the wind, closed his eyes irritably, and as soon as he closed his eyes, Xu Yi's face behind the light appeared in front of him, and his heart inexplicably gave birth to a little sigh and strange emotions, and the hard one in his pocket was Ming'er's board out of the palace, Han Chuan sighed lightly and shook his head- No matter what happened in the past, no matter how entangled in the present day, all those who should be dispersed must be dispersed, and if they have been forced to change, why be nostalgic.

I don't know when I fell asleep, and the sound of the rooster crowed scared Han Chuan. A Cicada specially took leave to see off Han Chuan, and also borrowed a bronze mirror from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and carefully covered the wound with Hu powder for Han Chuan, fortunately Han Chuan was young, and almost all the swelling disappeared overnight, only a bruise, a purple piece or a blood scab, and it was easy to cover it with powder.

Xiao Qiu'er asked the little sisters in the knitting room to make a skirt with a narrow gown inlaid with indigo auspicious clouds that is now fashionable, Bai Sixi waited at the gate of the palace early in the morning, and the top and bottom were in place, and Grandpa Bai followed Han Chuan from the inner dining room to the internal affairs house to run the inner door, and finally sent Han Chuan to the Shenwu Gate.

The little eunuchs and palace people in the inner dining room waited at the inner door, some of the little palace people sent a handkerchief, some stuffed a small piece of silver, and the fragrant ears who lived outside Han Chuan handed Han Chuan a small jar with red eyes, "Sister Chuan Er, inside is my pickled pickles, I probably didn't put enough salt, and my mouth was white, so I shouldn't be able to eat it." But I really don't have anything to give...", Kaho cried as she spoke.

I don't know if it's sad pickles with long hair, or sad that I can't take anything out, or sad that Hanchuan is leaving..

The group all had red eyes, and Xiangsui cried the saddest, and the sound of wow waw resounded through the inner door of the Shenwu Gate, and Han Chuan couldn't cry or laugh.

The release of the palace maid is a happy event and a sad event.

The three hundred palace maids who were released lined up in two rows with their burdens, handed over the signs, nuclear identities, and pokes on their arms one by one, and the big guys buried their heads, moving outward with the pace in front, and holding the baggage wrapped with their hands, and a bright red seal was printed on their hands, a bit like a qualified stamp on a pigskin... Han Chuan felt that his brain was a little pumped, and at this time he still had the heart to think about the stamped pigskin.

The gate of the Shenwu Gate was opened with a "rattle".

There was an old palace maid beside Han Chuan, and she suddenly cried.

Han Chuan's eyes suddenly soured, and he looked back.

The red walls and green tiles, the vertical and horizontal eaves corners, the people who are hidden in the crowd and care about her...

Han Chuan wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and walked out in turn with the crowd, and the suppressed cries around him became more and more.

People are really weird.

Within this high wall, a mind comes out. It's really out, but there is unstoppable reluctance and concern, and fear of the unknown.

Jing Zhaoyin's people were guarding outside the Shenwu Gate, turning over the baggage one by one, and a six-grade military attache with three light-edged silk threads embroidered on a black gauze hat was facing Han Chuan's booklet, "He Hanchuan, a person from Shouguang in Qingzhou, Shandong, Qianyou entered the palace in ten years, was fourteen years old, and the second-class female envoy of the Hot Dish Bureau in the inner dining room..." The little clothes that the master gave you? ”

Han Chuan lowered his head, "The official said that he laughed, it was the clothes that the slave wore into the palace." "Look, the cuffs are embroidered with the word 'He'" and the placket is turned out, "Here are the words 'Han Chuan', and when they are connected, the name of the slave is embroidered." ”

The military attache nodded.

Some palace people entered the palace early, so they kept all the things they had when they entered the palace in the early years, which was also a thought.

It's just that this jacket is finely made and the materials are exquisite, not like the materials that the poor can afford.

The military attache flipped through the documents when Han Chuan entered the palace, remembering that he was a good family selected from Shouguang Dao, Qingzhou, Shandong, and the person who sent her to the palace to receive the reward money was written "uncle", and the name of the inscription behind it was old and yellowed, and the specific words could not be seen clearly. The military attache nodded, didn't pursue it, and asked according to the procedure, "After leaving the palace, but going back to Qingzhou, Shandong?" ”

Han Chuan shook his head, "Back to the official master, there are no relatives in my hometown, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent a document to Shandong, but no one responded, so the slave's household registration fell in the nearest Beijing." ”

This is also the result of Grandpa Bai's up and down.

It's in accordance with the rules.

If there is no one to respond to the original hometown, in order to protect the daughter of the palace who has been released, she will settle down nearby, otherwise a lonely woman will return to her hometown thousands of miles away, if something goes wrong halfway, wouldn't it be a good thing to turn into a bad thing?

The military attache said "um" and asked again, "Can someone come to answer you?" ”

Han Chuan pursed his lips and smiled, pulling the wound on the left side of his face a little painful, and stretched out his finger to point not far away, "Yes, yes!" It is the family of the master chef Bai Douguang in the inner dining room! ”