Ming Xiang was still counting the things that Youhuan had just bought, and when she lowered her head, she only felt a hint of wind around her, and then looked up and saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince standing behind the county lord.

From Mingxiang's perspective, I couldn't see what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was doing, I only saw that he was slightly lowered, and the county lord Youhuan was already sitting on the ground, with his back against his calf.

Zhao Huajin's hand was on Youhuan's forehead, and Youhuan propped her hands back on the ground, tilting her head and squinting slightly.

When she looked up, she could see a little light shining through the leaves, like stars suddenly shining in the night sky.

Youhuan's face was a little abnormally pale, her eyes were red, and she could see a little tears under her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to fall.

"Why is my brother here?" Youhuan's voice was a little choked, so fragile that she seemed to be crying out the next moment.

Zhao Huajin's heart throbbed slightly, he pulled You Huan up, as the prince above ten thousand people under one person, at this moment he was willing to bow down for You Huan and pat the dust on her body.

"I'm back." Zhao Huajin took Youhuan's boneless little hand and led her out of the shadow shrouded in leaves.

The silent ears once again heard the hustle and bustle of the bustling streets, and the temperature from the palm of her hand also let her know that she was still alive in the world.

Late at night.

After Youhuan bathed, she let Mingxiang go out, and she took out the things hidden in her clothes and wrapped in a handkerchief.

The veil was unfolded, and inside was some brown powder and a small half-burnt incense pill.

This is Drunken Dreams, an addictive fragrance.

It was concocted by the full moon of the only medical woman in the Tai Hospital back then, which could make people hallucinate, indulge in it, and get drunk and dream of death, so it was named Drunken Dream Sheng.

It was also with this thing that she kept her innocence when she first entered Weiyang Palace, when she had no power to resist.

But it was precisely because of her drunken dream that she almost died before Emperor Zhao.

Full Moon, Full Moon...... Moon......

A monstrous hatred slowly welled up in Youhuan's calm eyes, and Youhuan snorted and laughed sarcastically.

Now that they have all met, if you don't go over to reminisce about the past, I'm really sorry for the feelings I was deceived back then, and the suffering I suffered.

On the third watch, the water droplets condensed under the eaves fell on the bluestone slabs, making a clicking sound.

Youhuan came out of the window, slightly modified her face, and put on a veil.

With a light tiptoe, he quietly stepped across the roof with light skills, and rushed all the way to Yan's mansion.

However, all her actions were taken into account by Zhao Huajin, Zhao Huajin closed the window that only opened a gap, and called Ling Jian to send the clothes in.

"Your Highness, let's let my subordinates go down." Ling Jian persuaded.

However, Zhao Huajin still changed into a night robe, a black dress with a waist and sleeves, which lined his broad shoulders and narrow waist, high ponytail silver hair buttons, and a demon mask to hide all Ruyu's appearance, "I don't need you, you can get those accounts clear tonight, and the palace will be fruitful as soon as the morning dawns." ”

Ling Jian twitched the corner of his eyes and responded, "Yes...... Your Highness is careful all the way. ”

On the other side, Youhuan has already entered Yan's Mansion, has been here twice, and has a thorough understanding of some of the roads in Yan's Mansion.

Youhuan knocked out a maidservant, changed into her clothes, and walked out naturally and calmly with a lantern.

Tomorrow is the day of Ke'er's funeral, and most of the people in the house gather in the mourning hall to guard the spirit, and the defense is weak.

You Huan looked at the lamp in his hand, pondered for a while, and then turned to the kitchen of the Yan Mansion.

Youhuan carried half a barrel of oil in one hand, walked steadily, and carried a lamp in the other hand, just when she met a team of patrolling guards.

"Alas! Which courtyard are you, why are you still hanging around here in the middle of the night? ”

Youhuan was stopped and said, "In the yard of Aunt Xiaoyue, Aunt Xiaoyue, I don't know what I have eaten today, and I always get up at night...... In this bucket is ......"

Before Youhuan finished speaking, the guards retreated again and again, pinching their noses, "Then don't go quickly, I'm sick to death." ”

Youhuan nodded again and again, and then went to Aunt Xiaoyue's yard with a lamp in one hand and oil in the other.