"Girl, the eldest lady said that the women in the side courtyard stole her tidying up, ordered them all to be sold, and shaved several faces." Qiyue patted her chest with palpitations.

The eldest lady is so ruthless.

However, Qiyue didn't sympathize with those women, she spitted: "Let them go, they don't go, they deserve it." ”

Changning smiled: "You go and take care of Qixing, and let the wooden kite stay and keep vigil tonight." ”

The vigil is an errand only for big girls.

Qiyue glanced at the wooden kite, her eyes complicated.

If it is really as Mu Kite said, Miss Shanyun was the young lady of Mu Kite in the past, then she really did not have her part.

No wonder the girl would let the kite go before.

Changning saw Qiyue paused, and his eyes swept away: "When I run an errand here, I only rely on one point, whether I am loyal or not." ”

Ability is secondary.

Changning has always believed that knowing people and being good at their duties is the responsibility of those in charge.

She controls the overall situation, so she naturally wants to put the most suitable person in the most correct position, and her ability can be cultivated and taught, but loyalty is not something that everyone has.

She can design favors for people, but she can't design for favors to remember.

Or look at the essence.

Changning's gaze slid over the wooden kite, and then turned to Qiyue, "Don't bother with anything on the side." ”

She chuckled, "Do you think you can think of me?" ”

Qiyue was stunned for a moment, and nodded hurriedly: "What the girl taught me is that slaves and maids must be loyal to errands." ”

Changning waved his hand.

Now it's the turn of the wooden kite.

"Thank you, Miss, for your support." Mu Kite pouted and kowtowed, but she also understood that Changning deliberately kept her, and she must have something to say.

"Do you know this?" Changning took out a wooden hairpin closely.

The wooden kite shook her head.

Changning raised his chin.

It seems that this is not what Mo Chengyin often uses, but when she is in danger, Master Mo handed it to her.

It's a pity that Mo Chengyin couldn't stand the humiliation of the slave mark, and he couldn't see the direction of his efforts, so he chose to commit suicide.

However, she was unwilling in the end, and left the clues to her to find the hairpin.

"This is what Mo Chengyin left to me, and she asked me to avenge her."

"Revenge?" The wooden kite buzzed in his head and sat down.

Miss...... He's dead.

Yes, the waiter of the Ministry of Industry is also a good fourth product, and the young lady is also a noble girl in Beijing, if she is a slave, how can she live.

The wooden kite was scared when she thought about it, she even thought that the young lady was alive......

"She committed suicide in prison, but someone took her name and came to this Qing'an Houfu."

The wooden kite stared at her.

"You can go out tomorrow to inquire and find out that the person who lived in this Qingnuan Pavilion before was an aunt named Mo Chengyin."

"What? How can Miss be an aunt! Only then did the wooden kite understand what he had said.

"That'...... Miss Shanyun, you ......"

Changning nodded, it was an unnecessary misunderstanding, she chose to explain the ins and outs of the matter to Mu Kite, of course, she did not mention her origin, only said: "You are now being targeted by Song Yijin, you can't go, stay for the time being." ”

The wooden kite nodded busily.

She didn't need to distinguish between what Changning said was true or false, she only knew that it was Changning who repeatedly rescued her from the sea of suffering and saved her life, and only Changning could let her live.

The wooden kite touched the slave word on his head, and his eyes were sad.

She could see that with this mark, she couldn't run far at all.

Only by following Changning, maybe, you can still live a personal appearance.

"The slave and maid are all on the orders of the young lady." The wooden kite kowtowed seriously.

Changning raised his chin, "Clean up and rest." ”

She blew out the candles, and the night was quiet.

But outside Qing'an County, it is not so peaceful.

In the end, the chief of the guard of Qing'an Houfu was carefully selected by Song Yisheng, and shot the bandit leader in the crowd of fleeing rogues with one arrow.

This wave of rogues is only 200 people, and this group of dragons has no leader, running in all directions, and they are killed and captured by the Qing'an defenders who are chasing after them.

Commander Zhou chased after him and did a night party, and his hearty laughter sounded in the night: "These turtle grandsons are really eggless cowards, fortunately they didn't come to join the army, otherwise my old Zhou account is all such soldiers, wouldn't it ruin my reputation." ”

"Commander, there is a woman here, and she still has a lot of injuries on her body, saying that she was captured by the rogue." Soldier debriefs.

"What? Didn't they all save it just now? Commander Zhou did not doubt him, and waved his hand: "Let it go." ”

The woman with the hood trembling left with a thousand thanks, the torches raised in the army reflected her white teeth, and when she looked up, there was a woman's face with a whip mark on her face.

She walked back along the road, passed by the corpse of the bandit leader, and kicked her foot fiercely while there was no one left and right.

"Phew! If it weren't for the sake of survival, the old lady would say that she admires your group of cowards? Go to Hades. ”

She lowered her hood and looked in the direction of Qing'an, her face pale and haggard, but anyone in Qing'an Houfu would recognize her if they saw her.

Flower spikes.

"Shanyun, don't fall into my hands." She said viciously, and saw a figure taking advantage of the inattention of the officers and soldiers to drag away a corpse, and also took away a lot of broken silver on the corpse.

She walked over and saw a bare back, white in the moonlight.

It was a little girl wearing the clothes that had been plucked from the dead man.

The girl shuddered when she saw her coming, closed her clothes vigilantly, grabbed the package and ran away.

The slave tattoo on her forehead was clearly visible to the flower spike.

"Don't run, it will alarm the officers and soldiers." Hua Sui hurriedly said: "I won't say it, I'm also trying to steal a set of men's clothes to change into." ”

The girl turned to stare at her, and Hua Sui really did the same, and also stole a men's dress to change into.

The two are safe for the time being.

Hua Sui thought that this girl was very smart, so she proposed to search for the silver taels separately, and converged on the side of the avenue to take care of each other.

"My name is Hua Sui, what's your name."

"Spring Dawn." The girl pouted and spit out two words.

The backs of two girls dressed as men gradually disappeared into the night.

Compared with the dark outside of Qing'an City, the night of Chang'an City is brightly lit.

It never sleeps in the middle of summer.

What's more, Qing'an Liaodong has even spread good news, and the city is full of singing and dancing.

Song Yisheng received Zheng Anhou's invitation and went to Changchun Garden.

The four places were overcrowded, the aroma of rouge and gouache covered the smell of summer sweat, he crowded in the crowd, because he was white and handsome, he couldn't help being rubbed with oil by those prostitutes, and was even mistaken by a drunk man for the little guy from next door, and his face was suddenly pale.

"Master, let's be upstairs." Yang Dehai protected Song Yisheng and gave him directions.

Don't look at Song Yisheng's fame, but Yang Dehai knows that he is just affected by the twelve women in the side courtyard.

If you really want to talk about the sound and color places, although Song Yisheng has dealings, he has never touched the real character.

What's more, it is a first-class fireworks place in Chang'an like Changchun Garden.

Although he, the master of the marquis, is young and old because he lost his father at an early age, how can he compare with the people in the entertainment field in terms of affairs.

"Yo, my great hero of Da Chu is here." As soon as Song Yisheng entered the private room, he heard someone shouting.

At a glance, I realized that Zheng Anhou was not the only one who invited him, there were five or six people sitting on him, but except for Lord Jiang, the secretary of the Ministry of Works, who spoke, Song Yisheng didn't know anyone.

"Come on, come on, it's a performance by the Wind Girl today, and it's hard to find a thousand dollars."

Song Yisheng was stunned.

Wind flower mistake.