It wasn't until Cheng Mo ran out of the Mansion that he finally slowed down, at this time the heat on his face had not faded, his white face had a faint powder, he held the thick stack of rice paper in his arms tightly with both hands, and took a deep breath to try to calm himself down.

The restless joy in his chest made him dazed, but the bitter taste that followed caught him off guard, Cheng Mo clenched his fists and looked back at the Guogong Mansion, the door was heavily guarded, the halberd was cold, and his figure paused slightly before slowly leaving.

Not long after Cheng Shizi left, a column of solemn and mighty troops in the Guogong Mansion also poured out.

Song Huai'an sat in the carriage with Yue Xiaogui, there was heavy and steady footsteps outside, and she reached out and touched the little ghost's head.

"It's still your kid who has a big face, but when you go out, you make it look like a devil entering the village."

But after all, the situation of many forces on the border is complicated, and she can understand it somewhat.

Xiao Wangjing looked out of the car curtain excitedly, as if he didn't hear the meaning of the princess's sister at all, he would point to this and ask what it was, and then point to that and ask what it was, Song Huaian leaned lazily in the car and yawned, and answered all the questions.

"You'll know when you're older......"

Yicheng is not big, but it is the most noisy place in the entire northland border, Song Huaian looked at the bustling crowd outside along the small hole opened by Xiao Wangjing, since the founding of the first emperor, although there are occasional nuisances, it can basically be called a sentence that has been stable for many years, and the border land looks desolate but has its own way of survival.

The so-called bustling world is all for profit, and the so-called bustling world is all for profit.

Song Huaian shook his legs as he thought about sitting in the carriage, and he was fluttering for the occasional two capable words.

This time, I just planned to pick up two pairs of warm boots for the winter, and to see if there were any souvenirs, after all, this border is not a common place.

The mentality of ordinary people, when they come, they will leave a souvenir, and they will also have a thought after returning home.

The carriage side of the Guogong Mansion was already eye-catching, and when Song Huaian got off the car, he obviously felt that there were many onlookers around.

Although she was a little uncomfortable, she was surrounded by neat and tall long knife guards, and it was difficult not to be noticed.

Song Huai'an thought about tidying up his mind a little, and then took Yue Xiaogui to walk around the market.

While shopping around Song Huai'an, she let herself ignore as much as possible the group of guards around her who were as aggressive as a tiger and wolf, and these people stopped on the street, and these other people who were doing business were a little bit of a little bit of a small amount of business.

If she left the house alone, she could rest assured that she would be able to branch these people away, but now after all, she still has a little ghost in her hand.

Song Huaian thought about it and smiled bitterly, let's bear with it.

But putting these aside, Song Huai'an's receipt today is still very rich, in addition to warm boots, he also bought a small short knife that looks good, and put it in a sachet to take out and cut some fruit on weekdays, which is very good.

Although Song Huaian planned to finish the matter quickly and go back, the little ghost was like a wild dog that had escaped from the leash, and he had to go to the theater.

Song Huaian had no choice but to beckon the coachman to go to the city to find a building where he could watch a play.

"Doesn't my sister like to watch a play?"

The little ghost tilted his head in front of Song Huai'an's legs, and the unbelievable feeling was as if someone asked her questions in her previous life.

Hey, don't you like to play with your phone?

That's how it feels.

Song Huaian raised his hand and flicked the head of the little ghost, soothing and smiling.

"No, my sister just doesn't listen to it often."

In fact, she just doesn't like to listen to it, cross talk is okay, this singing......

Kindness...... She didn't quite understand it.

The little young master wanted to listen to the play, and Grandpa Guo's subordinates immediately arranged a place, and when Song Huai'an and the others arrived, the huge theater had been cleared, and Song Huai'an experienced a real charter for the first time in his life.

That feels......

It's a little uncomfortable.

I've been poor for a long time, and I'm not used to being special.

However, Song Huaian still sat down and looked at the babbling of the sky and the world on the stage while knocking on the melon seeds, this is a bitter love drama, similar to the kind of Liangshan Bozhu Yingtai, the story of being broken up by the family is not the right door, but after the martyrdom, he didn't turn into a butterfly.

Song Huai'an put aside the melon seeds, and was thinking about whether the little ghost could understand this, but sure enough, his arm was pushed.

"Sister, sister, why is the woman above crying?"

"Sister, sister, why does that man cry too?"

"Sister Sister ......"

Song Huaian pressed his head, sighed helplessly, and finally used the unbreakable truth sentence.

"You'll find out when you're older."

"But...... How long does it take for Wangjing to grow up? ”

Now he is not very satisfied with this perfunctory answer, the little ghost in front of him pouted, and his eyes were transparent, and Song Huaian laughed helplessly.

She raised her hand and pointed at Chu Yan behind her.

"You'll grow up when you're taller than the little brother in the back."

Chu Yan glanced at him as if he was an enlightened little ghost, and the corners of his mouth were lightly hooked.

After Song Huai'an answered this, he saw that Xiao Wangjing's expression became solemn, and the rest of the time he didn't ask more, just watched the play quietly.

Song Huaian didn't know how many yawns, and when he almost fell asleep, he was woken up by the little ghost.

"Sister, don't sleep, go home and sleep......"

Song Huai'an, who was misty-eyed, nodded unconsciously, and was led out of the theater by the little ghost.

As it was when he came, when he returned home, the carriage was still watched curiously by the people in the city.

It's just that when he arrived at the Guogong Mansion, Song Huaian lifted the curtain boredly and looked at it.

It doesn't matter what you look for......

Outside the gate of the Guogong Mansion was also a column of purging teams.

Song Huai'an's eyebrows jumped, she stopped the carriage and jumped out of the carriage, and at the same time, a woman slowly walked out of the carriage escorted by the team over there.

Two women, one with a frank color and the other with a graceful expression, both stood under the carriage and then glanced at each other.

Song Huai'an didn't have any expression on his face at first, but when he saw Song Huaixin smiling at her, he also smiled stiffly, and after laughing, Song Huai'an racked his brains to say hello.

"You're finally here, we've been waiting for a long time......"

Song Huaian said, and a tall man got out of the carriage, the man's eyebrows were handsome and handsome, and he looked in her direction with a sneer as soon as he got out of the carriage.

"Princess Jing can speak, is this accusing this king of being late?"

Song Huaian just said casually, who wants this person to be so sensitive,

She touched her neck helplessly, wanted to look away, thought about it and felt open, so she turned her eyes back again.

The man's eyes were sharp, and Song Huai'an looked at him calmly.

"His Royal Highness King Yu should not misunderstand, Huai'an has no intention of this......"

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