The prince has not appeared since the banquet, and Shun Yuyuan was still afraid that he would entangle, but he was happy and quiet at this time.

The eunuchs and rough officials in the Jinxie Courtyard are also becoming more and more sparse, and they are even very numerous, just because of the lingering and unpleasant smell of burnt paint, the first people always have headaches, nausea and vomiting, and they don't like to call them when they see Shunyu, so they can naturally be as far away as they can.

This let Shun Yu let go of his hands and feet day and night while repairing and making, one day, she blue eyes, looking at the two majestic horses Feiyan, from the shape of the material and lacquer color, it is really difficult to distinguish the authenticity, if you really want to be picky, put the two things together and compare them carefully, the bottom made by Shun Yu has not gone through the years of precipitation, lacking a little vigorous and desolate meaning.

But so what, those who have seen horses stepping on Feiyan with their own eyes and know how to appreciate them have all been killed by the prince, and the rest are not to be feared.

She picked up the brocade cloth and wrapped one of the statues and carefully placed it in a bamboo basket.

Walk to the front of the kang again, the eyes are gloomy and contemplative to the outside of the window, there are a few plums, a few bamboos, a few pines in the courtyard, and a tiger cat is licking the water droplets falling from the tip of the eaves.

The door of the Wuyou Courtyard was open, and eight eunuchs carried Ming Huang Buyu by, followed by a silver-roofed and blue-topped official sedan chair.

Suddenly, she felt that the time was wrong, and she didn't know who she was, whether it was the bitter queen who was waiting for the poisonous hair, or the young prisoner who was thoughtful.

I closed my sour eyes, and then opened them slowly, it's good, there is no snow flying in the sky, and the wet bluestone slab path is soaked by the cold rain.

A few red lanterns on the corridor were swayed by the night wind, and the three drums outside the courtyard wall were beaten.

Time could not wait, she changed into a jet-black straight jacket, covered her head and face with a cloth, picked up the basket, and went out, the courtyard was very quiet and deserted, and occasionally a few dreams or snoring came from the rough office.

Pushing the door out, the guards of the night watch patrolled, and after they had walked around, they would hide in the house and eat a thin drink to ward off the rain, and it would be difficult to return for a while.

Shun Yu never had an umbrella, and he didn't dare to carry a red cage to light the road, the narrow and narrow road was pitch black, and he couldn't see the road ahead at a glance.

This mecca came and went a few times, but it was not as nervous as today, whether it was a failure or not, and she would do it again.

Shun Yu took a deep breath, the rain became more and more wild, the cold and wet gradually crawled all over her face, she walked along the wall of the room, her eyelashes blurred and seemed to be clear.

Suddenly, there is a sedan chair carried by four people squeaky and squeaky in front, the sedan chair can be exquisite, hanging pearls and silver tops, azure heavy edge, sedan chair cloth gold water, with the pace of clusters and smart. The people inside lifted the curtain and looked out, and Aunt Fang Mu, who followed her, said in a low voice: "The queen doesn't need to be anxious, the Jinxie Courtyard has its own wonders, although the location is remote, it is better than the courtyard with a good layout, and it is quiet, and there is a door leading directly to the street, and it is convenient for the mother to enter and exit, so as not to attract the concubines and concubines next to her, and say something unbearable to make you angry." ”

"But the emperor taught you to tell me that?" The person in the sedan asked coldly.

“....... The emperor is naturally for the good of his mother. Aunt Fang Mu's words were also cold: "In the future, it is not a matter of two or three days for Niangniang to come and go to Shen Ge's old mansion, and it should always be ........ to avoid people's eyes and ears."

The curtain brushed down, and Aunt Fang Mu straightened her waist and walked slowly with the sedan chair. Passing by Shun Yu's side, his gaze swept over her and then retracted, his previous respectful expression had become full of contempt.

Shun Yu wiped her eyes with her sleeves, and the ghost shadow disappeared in a flash, except for the wind and rain, and the cold silence of the road, only she was left behind and independent.

This damn prince's mansion is all an old dream of a deep house that can't be avoided, and the soul that can't rest is full of resentment, and he grabs and entangles her alive when he turns his head.

She had to leave this place as soon as possible, the air here was full of erosive and gloomy smell, and she was afraid that she ........would stay any longer.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a noise in the distance behind him, Shun Yu was taken aback, and he was thinking about something.

She looked back, the rainy night became darker and darker, she couldn't see the number of people coming, the shadows were full, and several red cages shimmered, high and low, left and right.

For some unknown reason, the night guard left and returned.

A north-south sandwich road, no side branches, the pink walls on both sides are high and cannot be climbed, she had to run forward, but she heard a faint shout behind her: "Who is there in front?" There was another chaotic chase.

Shun Yu had to stop and smile bitterly, no matter how carefully and carefully planned many things were, but they couldn't hinder the will of heaven, and there was really no way to do it at all.

At this time, someone was heard shouting in alarm: "There are assassins——! “

The night guard who was approaching Shun Yu stopped and waited, and when he heard the commotion of the sudden horn, he didn't hesitate anymore and quickly ran in the opposite direction to her.

Shun Yu was surprised, everything reversed too quickly, but he didn't have time to think about it, so he just ran desperately towards the door of Tongjie.

When she panted and pulled the latch of the door open, she saw Mason squatting and knocking melon seeds, waiting for a long time, and the melon seed skins were all over the ground.

Shun Yu stuffed the basket into his arms, only took it back in a short fast way, and then re-entered the door to cover it, and heard the door latch gurgling, and there was no movement.

.............................

The Prince's Mansion occupies two streets, and each gate is guarded, but the front of the entrance of Baoqing Hutong is empty, like a forgotten corner.

Uncle Tian couldn't figure it out, so Mason told him that this gate was an abandoned mansion, and an old lady had died, and her soul often wandered alone in the middle of the road.

Uncle Tian looked at him, Mason is a simple-minded child, when did he learn to make up nonsense!

One day, a small stall selling wonton chicken suddenly set up next to this door, and the hunchbacked old man was in charge of boiling chicken soup to cook wontons, and babbling the huqin when he had nothing to do; The young man set up a table, set a stool, washed dishes, wiped chopsticks, and did some trivial chores.

They don't seem to be in business, they always start business as soon as they get up, and close their stalls at dawn on five drums.

When the city was open, the people in the city fell asleep, and when the morning dawned and they were sleepy-eyed and wanted to eat a bowl of hot wonton chicken, they left.

They didn't come to do business, they didn't solicit people at both ends of the alley, they chose to be in the middle of the alley, with a dark hanging dim butter lamp and a bowl of wonton chicken, which were sold everywhere, and the taste was delicious, so why bother to walk dozens of steps more.

Who would have thought that there really would be someone who didn't care about walking those dozens of steps.

Every night, when the drums sounded, a few people, some young people, some of whom were the same age as the hunchbacked old man, sat down in front of the half-new tables and chairs, and wanted to eat a large bowl of wonton noodles, add a lot of bright red peppers, sigh and hula to eat, put down the money and leave, without any delay.

Uncle Tian once quietly pointed out to Mason when he was bored, the white-faced scholar who wore a straight jacket and was a clean scholar, his martial arts foundation was not weak, and the short and fat old man dressed as the account collector was smiling, and the abacus in his hand could kill.

Mason made a perfunctory sound on his head, you said yes, who made you know martial arts!