Chapter 8: Returning home and encountering a funeral
The figure paused and stopped.
Su Qingyu nervously clenched the hand in his sleeve, and said a little crampedly: "Thank you......"
Toru Takizawa pursed his lips and walked out with his feet up.
"Miss Su, please go back to the palace with us." After Su Qingyu watched the back disappear, the voice of the guard sounded in his ears.
Su Qingyu nodded obediently.
In the night, a carriage drove from the barracks into the palace of King Rin in the moonlight.
No wonder all the women in the world want to enter the Rin Palace, although this Rin Mansion seems to be simple and atmospheric, it can be touched, and the seemingly plain things are all hidden mysteries. The surrounding trees are dull and majestic at first, but after walking in, you find that the original regular scenery has different charms from different angles and directions, and you can change the scenery step by step.
The servants were well organized, and although they did not speak, they were neatly prepared for bathing and washing.
After a bit of freshening, Su Qingyu stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the cold night outside, with a bit of solemnity on his brows.
She has not been in the Prime Minister's Mansion these days, and she doesn't know what the situation is like in the mansion, but she always has an ominous premonition in her heart.
The prime minister is too suspicious, and he guards the back house very strictly, and it is extremely difficult to go out. But this time, those women even risked being suspicious of the prime minister, and they wanted to throw her into the barracks, which seemed to be ...... With a bit of ruin.
There must be a demon when something goes wrong, and now, I don't know what happened to my sister in the house.
Su Qingyu sighed, turned around and walked to the bed. Her sister has a soft temperament and has always been forbearant in case of trouble, but this time she disappeared for a few days, and I don't know if she was implicated by her.
That's it, let's sleep first, there will be a hard battle when I return home tomorrow. She slowly got on the bed, thinking that it would be difficult to fall asleep, but she didn't want to, after she closed her eyes, the sandalwood that seemed to be absent between the bedding penetrated into her nose, which soothed her nerves that had been tense for a long time.
The darkness gradually hit her, and the sound of her breathing gradually stabilized. Xu is sandalwood to calm the nerves, but there is no dream all night, when I open my eyes again, the sky is already bright, and there is a round of red sun hanging in the sky.
"Miss Su, the carriage outside the house has been prepared." After a brief dress-up, someone reported outside the door.
Su Qingyu raised his feet and went out, and after hesitating for a moment: "I don't know if I can say goodbye to His Highness." Thinking of Toru Takizawa, a touch of complexity crossed her eyes.
Although, he just regarded him as a shadow of the person in her heart, but he rescued her from the barracks after all.
She is not a warm-hearted person, but people have always respected her, and she respects people.
"The master entered the palace yesterday and hasn't returned." The man was neither humble nor arrogant.
She lowered her eyes slightly: "In that case, I can only thank you next time." With that, she lifted her feet and walked out. Unlike the previous evacuation, there was a sense of solemnity under her feet at this time. Although the steps are very slow, each step is very calm, although slow, but with a bit of oppressive meaning, people dare not look directly.
She looked at the pupils in front of her as black as ink, with a bit of darkness.
said that if she misses it, although she drips water and repays the spring, if someone harms her, she will get ten points back.
She had had enough of those people in the Prime Minister's Mansion a long time ago. If it weren't for her sister's request for her to be patient, she wouldn't have swallowed her anger all the time, and she would have been resigned.
But this time, they killed her, and my sister shouldn't stop her again.
Su Qingyu took the attendant's hand and got into the carriage, with a little treachery in his eyes.
Because the prime minister's official residence is a product, the location of the prime minister's mansion is not biased, and the distance from the palace of King Rin is only half a pillar of incense.
After a while, the carriage stopped: "Miss Su, the Prime Minister's Mansion has arrived." ”
Su Qingyu, who was in the car with her eyes closed, slowly opened her eyes, but just when she was about to lift the curtain and get out of the car, she suddenly heard a voice from outside:
"You say, why did this good concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion die violently?"