With the foundation of kung fu, Huai Sleeve went down into the well little by little with the support of his arms and legs, the well was not too deep, and he felt that there was something under his body to resist him.

Stretched out a hand to probe down and wipe it turned out to be a coarse sack, and thought to himself: The person just threw it, and the eight achievements are this thing.

Huai Sleeve transferred the center of power to his legs, his free hands tightly pulled the corner of the pocket, his legs pushed hard, the pocket moved upward, Huai Sleeve changed his posture, leaned down with his head and wrapped his arms around the pocket, made a golden snake around the beam, wrapped one leg around the rope, and the other leg was wound upward, one at a time, although it was a little difficult, but the body had gradually withdrawn from the well.

When the body came out of the well completely, Huai Sleeve was already tired and sweaty, and put the bag on the ground next to him, and Huai Sleeve sat on the ground first and gasped for a few breaths.

Without stopping longer, she reached the mouth of the sack with her sleeves and anxiously untied the rope on the mouth of the sack.

Huai Sleeve carefully opened the mouth of the bag, and withdrew the heavy object inside little by little, because there was no light around, Huai Sleeve had to grope and pull down the pocket.

At this time, the surroundings are silent, the first line of the moon at the beginning of the month reflects a weak silver glow, the breeze rustles the branches and leaves of the treetops, and occasionally a nightingale falls on the branch and cries, as if reciting a strange note that belongs to the dark night.

Although Huai Sleeve was also a little surprised and panicked in his heart, after all, he was a Gege in the general's mansion, and he had been training with Ama in the school training field since he was a child, and there were often soldiers who were injured and occasionally died in training, and he had kung fu, so his courage was naturally much greater than that of ordinary women.

Huai Sleeve first touched a spread of hair that was spread out, and then down was a wet skirt, Huai Sleeve moved his shoulders and gently turned it over, flat on the grass, by the moonlight to identify it, it turned out to be a young palace maid, her face was pale and blue, and she looked extremely white in the moonlight, exuding a blue light.

He felt the woman's pulse, and there was still a glimmer of rhythm. It's great that people are still alive! Huai Sleeve felt a burst of joy in his heart.

The woman in front of her fainted because of falling into the water, and urgently needed to find a warm place for treatment, although it is already the spring season, but the morning and evening leaves are heavy and cold, and I am afraid that a night here will be life-threatening.

Huai Sleeve thought about it, got up and dragged the woman out of the soaked sack, carried it behind him, looked around, made sure that there was no one, and walked out of the garden in search of the narrow path paved with stones.

The Forbidden City has already entered the time of palace ban, the gates of each palace are closed, and only a stone lamp standing quietly on both sides of the long Yongxiang is quietly stationed, and occasionally a few city guards are patrolling the night in a column, and they are carefully dodging all the way because they are carrying people on their backs.

It's easy to find the back wall of Cining Palace, the Zhihuazhai where she lives is next to the back wall, and she knows that the front door is locked at the moment, and she can't go to the front door when she brings people back, so she raised her face and looked at the wall, although it is a little high, but you may be able to go up with more leg strength.

Since that time in Rong Ruo's house almost fell off the stairs, Rong Ruo taught her some internal skills, in order to help improve the strength of the legs and feet.

The arm flipped tightly to protect the woman on the back, squatted slightly in his sleeves and pulled up in a dry land onion style, and his toes clicked a few times on the edge of the brick wall to borrow strength, although he felt a little difficult but jumped on the wall.

Huai Sleeve felt a burst of joy in her heart, and looked at her room, resting on the window lattice paper to reveal the warm candlelight, thinking that Jian Yue must have left her the lamp.

As soon as he jumped into the courtyard, the door opened half a door gently, and sure enough, Jian Yue leaned into the courtyard and looked into the courtyard.

"It's me!" He tiptoed to say a word, and hurriedly approached the room with the woman on his back.

Jian Yue didn't see it clearly at first, and when Huai Sleeve entered the room, she saw clearly that Huai Sleeve actually carried a woman back, the woman drooped her head and hung down on her shoulder, and her hair was scattered in a large piece, I don't know if she was dead or alive.

Jian Yue was a weak woman after all, and she was so frightened that she almost screamed, and hurriedly pressed her hand on her lips in shock.

"Sister, don't be afraid, she's still alive, but she fainted after falling into the water, you go to get a basin of hot water first." Huai Sleeve gasped and calmly commanded.

Jian Yue heard this and hurriedly went out to prepare.

Huai Sleeve gently placed the woman on the soft couch on the west side, the woman's wet hair was glued to her face one by one, and Huai Sleeve gently pushed her hair away, revealing a delicate face.

After a while, Jian Yue walked in with a copper basin of hot water. Seeing the woman on the bed, Jian Yue was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong with you?" Huai Sleeve glanced at Jian Yue's surprised expression, wrung out a hot hand towel from the basin, sat down on the edge of the bed, and gently wiped the woman's face.

"Why did the girl bring her back?" Jian Yue put down the basin in his hand and said. Huai Sleeve heard the clue in Jian Yue's words, raised his eyes to look at Jian Yue and asked, "Do you recognize it?" Who is she? "

"She is the maid of the Fengcha Palace next to Concubine Yu, who entered the palace a year later than me, and her name is Yinglian. Last year, when Concubine Yu accompanied the Queen Mother to the Summer Palace to enjoy the cherry blossoms in the spring, we talked together when we rested in the Bitao Villa. "

Concubine Yu? Huai sleeve frowned slightly, she clearly remembered that Prince Gong Chang Ning had mentioned this person in front of the Queen Mother during the day, and his obedient voice was a powerful character. Huai Sleeve thought about it, and couldn't help but look down at the young palace maid in front of him.

At this time, Jian Yue had already recovered from Fang Cai's surprise, and walked over to take the handkerchief in his hand to help take care of the soaked Yinglian. Seeing that he was stunned, he said: "You go to rest, you have to accompany the Queen Mother to chant early tomorrow morning." "

Huai Sleeve was changed back to his senses by Jian Yue's words, and looked at Ying Lian on the bed and said to Jian Yue: "You are not allowed to tell anyone about her affairs here, to tell you the truth, she did not fall into the water, but was thrown into the well." "

"Huh?" Jian Yue let out a low cry and was stunned, and even the handkerchief in her hand slipped down on Yinglian's body.

Huai Sleeve stretched out a finger and pressed it on Jian Yue's lips, and said: "Since she is harmed, she must offend anyone, maybe it is Concubine Yu, not necessarily, if we speak out, not only will we save her in vain, maybe even you and I will be implicated." "

Huai Sleeve's mind was calm and calm at the moment, and he thought for a moment before saying, "Let her rest in my house first, and then discuss a resettlement method when she wakes up." "

"So what now? She's such a big person, lying upright here, who can't see it? Jian Yue asked anxiously.

He looked around the room, stretched out his hand, and said, "Carry her to my bed first, and no one will see her when the curtain is lowered." "