Wan Jinyue woke up again, and it was in a simple carriage.

Next to her was a strange girl who looked as big as herself.

"Young master, the girl is awake."

The carriage stopped, and a tall, delicate-looking man walked in.

His eyes flickered, and he didn't look directly at Wan Jinyue.

"Bai Xia, you go out first, I have something to tell the girl."

"In the next money day and. Dare to ask the girl's surname? ”

"Wan, thank you for saving Mr. Qian."

Wan Jinyue raised her eyes to look at this man with a beautiful face, he seemed to be as old as her brother.

"Miss Wan, I have a very important matter for you." The man's eyes were evasive, and his expression was nervous.

"Before Miss Wan, the men's clothes were shown, and I didn't see that the girl was a woman."

Before he finished speaking, most of the roots of this Qian Gongzi's ears turned red.

"Next, when I bandaged the girl's arm, I tore the girl's shirt."

Mr. Qian's face was already red and turned the color of pig liver.

"I'll be responsible for the girl."

"I am the son of the military department, and my family lives at No. 1 Holly Lane, Dongcheng, Liyang."

"If the girl doesn't have a place to stay, she can go home with me, and I will be sure of my father."

Qian Tianhe said everything he wanted to say, but he didn't dare to continue to stay in the carriage.

"Bai Xia, come in and accompany Miss Wan."

Qian Tianhe hurriedly got off the carriage, got on the horse, and glanced at the carriage in a hurry.

An indescribable strange emotion rose in his heart.

Wan Jinyue's brown curly hair and light brown eyes are all explaining.

This woman is not simply of Cuidong blood.

The nobles of Cuidong have always disdained to intermarry with Xiaxi, not to mention that the ordinary people of Cuidong have some people who look down on people of mixed race.

Qian Tianhe's head began to hurt, how could he let his mother accept a daughter-in-law from a low background?

The carriage began to move again.

Wan Jinyue didn't have the heart to deal with this now.

At most, Mr. Qian can see the corner of his belly pocket, as long as he doesn't say it, this matter is not a big deal at all.

The big thing now is to find out why the ship caught fire that night.

Do you live in Liyang Mansion? Bingming's father? Looks like you're on the way.

Wan Jinyue had already regained her physical sense, her left forearm was fixed with a wooden plank, and the pain came in bursts, most of which were broken.

She moved her legs again, she could move, and her legs should have been just skin wounds.

Wan Jinyue slowly closed her eyes, as if she was closing her eyes to recuperate.

"Whew."

"I'm here."

"What do you think?"

"There's something wrong with the waterproof tung oil on the ship, and it's mixed with other things."

"And there's more."

"Before the fire was lit, I didn't hear a sound, and it must have been someone from the ship who did it."

"What's more, the king of the county should have been drugged, and he showed no signs of struggling."

"That's a lot smaller."

"I suggest you start with the court." Wan Jinyue slowly opened her eyes.

Bai Xia next to him was silently shrinking in the corner of the carriage, in a daze.

After another two days, the group walked to Luo County, Lanzhou.

During this period, Wan Jinyue rarely spoke, except for eating and sleeping, she would only sit in a daze.

In fact, she occasionally chats with Yun Yuan, but others don't know about it.

In the official post of Luo County, Qian Tianhe took the little servant Qian Zuo, Wan Jinyue and the maid Bai Xia to sit silently eating dinner.

A group of four of them will repair the official post for a day tonight, and then continue to rush tomorrow at noon.

"Mr. Qian, how many days are left before the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Eighteen days to go."

"Does Mr. Qian have pen and paper? I would like to write a letter to my family. Wan Jinyue still faintly, "I'll have something to tell Mr. Qian later." ”

Qian Tianhe was stunned. When he rescued Wan Jinyue, Wan Jinyue was dressed as a small girl.

The little girl around the age of ten is generally either a child or an orphan without a father or a mother.

The former was rejected by Qian Tian early on, if the family had children, wouldn't it be good to be a maid with peace of mind, why bother to dress up as a man.

Qian Tianhe decided early on that this Wan girl must have been forced by life to pretend to be a man.

But now she says she's going to write a letter home?

Qian Tianhe, full of doubts, walked into the guest room where he lived with Wan Jinyue.

After many days of getting along, Wan Jinyue also understood that this Qian Tianhe was mostly a decent person.

Behave politely and be mindful of your distance.

"I am the third girl of the Wang family in Yingjun County, Jinzhou, pretending to be a little maid to accompany my father back to the capital to report on work."

Although Wan Jinyue tried her best to make herself look ordinary, when she said the word father, Wan Jinyue still trembled uncontrollably.

"What Mr. Qian told me before, I have thought about it deeply."

"The daughter's name festival is indeed very important, but as long as Mr. Qian keeps his mouth shut, this matter will never be known to outsiders."

"I don't mean to look down on Mr. Qian. But first, there is a huge age difference between me; Second, the little woman wants to find someone who is happy with each other in this life. ”

"You and I meet in Pingshui, I miss Mr. Qian's life-saving grace."

"But kindness is only kindness after all."

"I see."

Qian Tianhe's mood fluctuated dramatically in just half a quarter of an hour.

Her background is not low, Qian Tianhe is a little more relaxed, and her parents' side is not so difficult to explain.

She didn't want to be involved with herself, but Qian Tianhe didn't know why she was so sad, like being suddenly thrown into an ice cellar in winter.

Wan Jinyue, who got the pen and paper, wrote two letters that night.

One was sent to the Yingjun Wangfu of Liyang Mansion, and the other was sent to the Yingjun Wangfu of Jinzhou.

In a blink of an eye, it was August 14, and Qian Tianhe and his party of four finally arrived at Liyang Mansion.

Coming in from the north gate of Liyang Mansion, Rongping Avenue is lined with neat tall ginkgo trees.

The leaves fall slowly in the autumn wind, and as far as the eye can see, the ground is full of gold.

"Mr. Qian, don't leave it here, I will repay you for saving your life."

Wan Jinyue stepped out of the carriage, her face was veiled, and she said goodbye to Qian Tianhe, her left hand still fixed with a wooden plank.

Miss Wan, I'll send you back. It was stuck in Qian Tianhe's throat, but he couldn't say anything.

"Miss Wan, take Bai Xia, I'm a man. It is inevitable that you will be misunderstood when you take the maid back, and besides, Bai Xia bought it to take care of you. ”

Wan Jinyue nodded slightly in agreement, "Young Master Qian, there will be a period later." ”

"There will be a date later." Qian Tianhe looked at the woman who was getting farther and farther away.

I can't help but sigh in my heart, Miss Wan's future meeting is a kind word, but I really hope to regret it.

The carriage that Wan Jinyue was riding was sold to a shop in the city by the little girl Qian Zuo.

Liyang Mansion was not allowed to gallop on horseback, Qian Tianhe led the horse and walked home slowly with the little servant Qian Zuo.

The current Liyang Mansion Yingjun Wangfu is actually the Anguo Mansion of the year.

When An Guogong's family was exiled, the emperor gave the original Anguo Mansion to Wan Zebin's father.

The Wan family has lived in Jinzhou for a long time, and the house in this Liyang Mansion usually has only one old housekeeper and a few janitors.

In addition to the fact that someone lives in this house every three years, only when the Wan family dies will someone come.

Because the ancestral tomb of the Wan family is in the western suburbs of Liyang Mansion.