"If it's the Oiran who did it, as you say, maybe it's true, don't you think? Elderly? What about the elderly? ”

While these people were chatting, the old man who had just spoken was gone, and no one cared where he had gone.

Sikong Yue was uncomfortable sitting in the carriage, how long did she shrink into the carriage of the carriage and enter and exit the imperial city like today? Even if she was injured in the past, she only bandaged it and rode on horseback as always, but now it is really uncomfortable.

Sikong Yue sat by the window and looked out through the layers of veils hanging on the car window, and the crowd of onlookers gathered on both sides of the street, saying that it was unetiquette to prohibit her from riding a horse, and she was itching to see the horses under her nephew's crotch, and she couldn't wait to push open the carriage door and go out to grab her nephew's horse to ride.

Originally, she prepared a female official to serve in the car, and she was also troublesome and rushed to other carriages before departure, the only thing that could pass the time was a small snack called biscuits made by Huamian yesterday, leaning on the carriage while eating and pondering to find a chance to change to the horse when he went out of the city and joined the group, and it was really uncomfortable to nest in this carriage.

Sikong Yue was thinking about what to do after the meeting for a while, and pulled the collar down, the hair crown on her head had been dismantled by her as early as when she left the palace gate, and all kinds of luxurious hairpin palace flowers were scattered in the carriage, since not letting her out of the carriage didn't mean that the old men couldn't care what she looked like in the carriage.

In the carriage, I could only see the vague scene outside through the layers of veils hanging from the windows, listening to the unclear sound coming from outside, and the concept of time was also blurred, and I didn't know how long the convoy had been moving, and when the bag of biscuits prepared by Hua Mian was finished, the carriage stopped.

Outside the carriage, there was a loud noise, as if there was an exchange of passwords, greetings, and various sounds mingled with the neighing of horses.

"Arrived?"

The two civil officials of the diplomatic corps were standing by the carriage and talking, the curtain hanging from the window was suddenly opened, and the bride, who was supposed to be sitting peacefully in the carriage, stretched out half of her body from the window, propped her hands on the window frame and took a deep breath.

I saw that Sikong Yue's hair was scattered, and he was only pinned with a few hairpins, and the dress that was originally wearing seven or eight layers was also taken off, and after Sikong Yue stretched his waist, he noticed two stunned officials not far away, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Are you busy?" You go on", and without waiting for the other party to react, he retracted into the carriage himself.

"That is the Zhenbei general Sikong Yue", the older of the officials explained to his subordinates.

"It doesn't seem to be the same as rumored......"

"You said it was a rumor, don't talk about it, don't say anything rude"

Sikong Yue listened to the voices outside the carriage and walked farther and farther, and then jumped out of the carriage, "Finally gone, these civil officials are talking so much..."

"Sister Yehua"

"Four Misses"

In the convoy not far away, Hua Mian ran over with Xiao Cui one after the other, and the two of them each carried a food box.

"Sister Yehua, hard work", seeing Sikong Yue's appearance, Hua Mian could guess how boring she was in the carriage all the way.

"If I really go all the way to Beilin like this, I'm afraid I'm going to be suffocated first", Sikong Yue watched them take out the food from the food box and set up a table full of small tables in the carriage.