"It's Brother Jing, the family's business in Wangdu, next time you have to remember to put it in the building to do it" Sikong Yu smiled like a flower, blinked, and said close to Si Jing's ear, "The wall has ears, and the family's business in Wangdu is being targeted"

Immediately left, retreating to the distance of Fang Cai, "It's decided, I will return to the royal capital in two days, Brother Jing must remember what I said"

After speaking, he left the council hall with Li'er without saluting, Sikong Jing shook his head with a wry smile, "Is the one above still going to start after all?" ”

Huamian ate a full snack and slept quite peacefully, I don't know if it was because I saw the relationship between Sikong Yu and Sikong Xiao before going to bed, and slept until dawn, although I couldn't judge the specific time from the prison, but the breakfast sent in by the guards could at least know that it was morning outside.

Now that Huamian has decided where to go, the eldest lady did not restrict anyone from seeing her, but just locked Huamian in a cell and forbade her to walk around the courtyard, Huamian asked Xiaocui to take the backpack in the room, it seems that they did not search her room after finding the chili oil seal bottle on the stove, and everything in the backpack remained in its original position.

Yang Gu and Sister Liu came to deliver food every meal, Xiaocui also seized her free time to come to see her, although Sikong Xiao also came twice, but always had a paralyzed expression, and couldn't say a few words when they met, they couldn't see what they were thinking, but Sikong Yu might have thought about taking her away and had time to see it, and she hadn't been here once in the past few days.

It wasn't until the early morning of the day of departure that the dungeon guard opened the cell door, and Hua Mian staggered out of the cell with her backpack before she saw Sikong Yu, who came to pick her up.

Walking out of the dungeon, the sun outside pierced Huamian and couldn't open his eyes, and Huamian felt like a mole that had been dug out of the ground.

Although he was only locked up for a few days, it seemed like a long time had passed, Sikong Yu saw Huamian come out of the dungeon with an unkempt appearance, frowned, and told Li'er to go back to the room first to prepare bath water.

Since I can't go back to the maid's house, the things in the flower sleep room were arranged by Aunt Juan to be packed up and sent to the sixth lady's courtyard early in the morning, in fact, in addition to the clothes and backpacks worn when I crossed over in the past few months, there are only two more sets of maid clothes and a few pots of peppers, but fortunately, the peppers are just pulling out the sprouts, and no one recognizes this as the protagonist in this incident.

Sikong Yu looked at the Huamian earthy blue coarse cloth maid's dress that Xiaocui was holding, asked Li'er to take it and threw it directly into the cargo box of the carriage, and turned around to find a brightly colored dress for Huamian to change into after taking a bath.

It's not a boast, Hua Mian feels that she has never taken such an exaggerated bath since she was a child, a huge wooden basin is placed in the center of the room, Li'er sprinkled a bunch of petals into the wooden basin, not to mention, but also poured a bottle of rose dew, saying that she has been in prison for a few days, and her body already smells, Hua Mian smells left and right, and she can't smell anything, but since the other party said so, she has to obediently soak in the wooden basin.

When the hot water soaked over the shoulder, the mood that was lifted these days gradually calmed down, and when I picked up the water and looked at the petals floating in the palm of my hand, in addition to the taste was a little too fragrant, it was indeed very comfortable.

Through the screen, Li'er put the change of clothes on the shelf on the side, handed over a bowl of oil, Huamian took the oil and smelled it, it was quite fragrant, I don't know what spices were mixed with it, "This bowl of oil is drunk?" "A local tyrant is a local tyrant, and he deserves to drink oil in the bath.

Hearing Hua Mian's words, Li'er hurriedly turned in, "Don't drink!" You haven't even used hair oil? Forget it, put it down and I'll wash you."

Rolled up his sleeves and poured water on his sleeping hair and began to rub it, "How long has it been since you washed this hair?" It's all screwed together, and when you go back, you can't do this anymore."