"Miss Su, this is what you left in the palace." The man turned around, and it wasn't him.

Su Qingyu's heart fell unconsciously, however, when she saw the thing handed over by the guard, she frowned: "It's not mine." ”

A rose seedling that had been transplanted in a mutton fat jade pot was verdant and delicate, its slender branches trembling in the wind, and its delicate thorns were not dangerous, like a paper tiger with teeth and claws.

The guard glanced at him and said, "This is what the prince ordered me to send, there will be no mistake." ”

"The prince also said that he is waiting for you to raise this tree, and he will not be angry in the future."

"You ......" Thinking of what happened that night, her otherwise serious face stiffened slightly.

What does it matter to her that he is angry? Tong Yan Wuji, he misinterpreted her meaning.

Wait, how could his character go out of his way to say this? Her eyes lowered slightly, lost in thought.

He won't be angry later.

Her eyes widened. For a moment, I thought of what he had done earlier when he held her neck and intimidated her.

Is he apologizing and assuring? No.

But if this is not the case, how can this empty head be explained?

Su Qingyu was slightly stunned, and he didn't even know when he took the pot of roses in his hand. It wasn't until the guard was gone, that she reacted.

Looking down at the pot of young flower seedlings, her eyes were full of thoughts, and she raised her hand slightly, as if she wanted to throw it out.

But there was a long pause in the action of raising it high, and with a sigh, she bent down and placed the pot of rose seedlings on the ground, and turned herself back to the attic.

When she closed the door, the guard, who had been missing, reappeared behind a crooked-necked tree.

Standing beside him, there was also a dark figure.

At this time, the extra dark figure looked at the closed door, pursed her lips slightly, and her dark eyes were a little depressed.

Su Qingyu didn't know what was going on outside, and at this time, all she was thinking about was another thing.

Day after day, time flies in the blink of an eye, and a few days have already passed.

It was just white, and a less skilled groom drove in a simple carriage, his hooves on the bluestone slabs, making a crisp sound, which was particularly clear and long in the long, quiet alleys.

Along the way, the carriage turned through many alleys in an orderly manner, like a headless fly that had lost its way. Gradually, the place where the carriage came became more and more secluded. Seeing that he was about to reach the outskirts of the city, the carriage suddenly stopped.

The young groom jumped out of the carriage first, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief after pinching a cold sweat along the way.

At this time, a calm voice came from inside the carriage: "Mo Lan, help me down." ”

The horseman hurriedly stepped forward, with a bit of beauty between his eyebrows and eyes, isn't this a daughter?

A pair of thin hands opened the old car curtain, and then, a beautiful one appeared, with a pair of apricot-like eyes on his face with a bit of agility, turned over and got out of the car, and brushed open the folding fan in his hand. At first glance, a good scholar with a weak letter, but after a closer look, isn't this also a female Jiao'e?

"Little ...... Childe, what are we doing here? Mo Lan looked at the dilapidated alleys around her, and her voice was a little worried. The wind blew slightly, and the sound of the leaves rustling in the already sparsely populated place rendered a bit weird.

Su Qingyu didn't say anything, just looked fixedly at the dilapidated door in front of him. At this point, the door was closed.

The corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, a touch of terror crossed her eyes, and she said lightly: "Mo Lan, you go and knock on that door, knock three times and stop, a total of five knocks." ”

Mo Lan didn't dare to question it, and obediently walked to the dilapidated wooden door, and did as Su Qingyu said.

After the fifth knock, there was a small sound of footsteps behind the door, rustling on the ground, especially noticeable in the silent alley.