The garden is located at the northwestern end of the annex courtyard. At the beginning of the construction of the prince's courtyard, it happened that there was such a protruding open space in the northwest corner, so it should be circled in and a cross-courtyard was built. It's a pity that the west and south sides of this land are all uplifted, and the yard is always gloomy and gloomy, and it is a little far away from the front yard, and it is always a little unmanaged.

Xiao Yin has lived in the Prince's Courtyard for so long, and it is the first time he has come here. She passed by the gable wall that pierced the hall on the south side of the garden, and stopped.

On the broken tile ridge of the eaves, the yellow and turbid sewage dripped down. The bricks and stones of the gable have long been indistinguishable in color, only a puddle of moss with uneven shape, under the eaves of the wall, interpreting stubborn vitality.

In contrast, the strange wild grasses and vines that grow wantonly in the middle of the yard and have not been carved by a florist are an elegant sight. Although, in Xiao Yin's opinion, they are all the same teeth and claws.

"Lord Weng, please." Xiao Yin was not allowed to stay longer, and one of the attendants led by him stepped forward and urged.

The West Pavilion is just a two-story small building, but when the old yellow wooden door opens, there is a little dust, and it seems to raise layers of locks in the air, which makes people breathless.

"Zhiyuan West Pavilion is the most secluded and a good place to read. Let the maid accompany you there to be quiet. That's what he said. Xiao Yin smiled bitterly and stepped over the threshold of yellow wood that seemed to have a slight dampness.

The lotus pink skirt was the most indescribable, and an ugly mark was immediately dragged on the threshold.

"Lord Weng!" Picking Apple cried out sadly.

"It doesn't matter." Xiao Yin smiled slightly, gently patted Cai Apple's hand, and comforted.

Luckily, she was accompanied by an apple-picker.

"Everything is ready, please rest upstairs." The chamberlain only said that, and then withdrew from the West Pavilion with a blank face. The old yellow wooden door creaked again, and then Xiao Yin heard the clanging sound of the falling copper lock.

The staircase in the West Pavilion is also a little old, and it creaks when you step on it.

Upstairs inside and outside the two rooms, although the old yellow wood bed, table is old, but complete. The green gauze curtain hanging from the bed, although plain, is clean when touched.

Xiao Yin walked to the table, there was a stack of books on the desk.

Xiao Yin stretched out his hand and picked up the top volume, which was the "Nanhua Sutra". The pages are familiar, and they must have been read often. Xiao Yin's eyes slipped a trace of sadness, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "He wasn't angry for a while, he actually had a plan." Thinking of this layer, my fingertips became more and more cold and trembling, and the scroll could not be grasped for a while, and fell down, immersed in the water-filled pen wash.

Xiao Yin hurriedly grabbed the book, but fortunately the book cover was stained. She walked quickly to the window and spread out the book, wanting to bask in the faint light of the courtyard. When my fingertips touched the wet paper, I was afraid that it would break again, and I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. When I raised my eyes, I saw several black-armored guards guarding the courtyard with swords, and my trembling hands couldn't help but stiffen.

On the small table by the window, there is a carved sour branch wood food box. Picking apples came over and removed the lid of the food box, and there were a few side dishes on the top layer, and a bowl carved from boxwood was placed underneath, holding lotus seed porridge.

Cai Apple picked up the small bowl in the lattice, filled two bowls of lotus seed porridge, and called: "Master Weng, I haven't eaten since I got up early, and my body is important." ”

Xiao Yin did not react.

"Lord Weng," Cai Apple advised, "it's still hot." Look at me and I'll taste it. As he spoke, he took a spoonful and scooped it up.

"Wait!" Xiao Yin rushed over, snatched the small bowl from Cai Apple's hand, pulled out a silver hairpin from his bun with his backhand, and stirred it in the porridge.

There is nothing out of the ordinary.

"Eat." Xiao Yin handed the small bowl to Cai Apple, and his relaxed body instantly became a little tired.

"Lord Weng," Cai Ping was a little stunned, "you are always the niece of the concubine, the only concubine of the lord of the country, they don't dare to ...... anymore"

"It's always right to be careful. Remember, be cautious about what you bring in in in the future. Xiao Yin admonished.

She looked down at the already congealed wound on her right hand. As soon as she walked out of the Meditation Garden, a black-armored guard stepped forward and snatched the dark dart from her hand. What is the name of the noble lord, if she really "died" in Zhiyuan, wouldn't everything be seamless, without a trace of evidence omission?

The garden is secluded, even though the spring is in April, the wind passing through the hall is still a little dignified. Xiao Yin got up and planned to cover the window sash on the west side.

Outside the window was a half-high hill, almost towering to the edge of the window on the second floor. No wonder when I came in, I felt that the first floor was so dark and unbearable, probably the first floor couldn't open the west window.

There are some strange grasses and wild vines growing on the hills, and some of them are drooping with small fruits like coral beans. Here, it is probably the remnant of Xiaogu Mountain, Xiao Yin guessed. Xiao Yin remembered that day, he and Liu Chen were drinking and talking halfway up Xiaogu Mountain, and heard Liu Chen say that his imperial brother was the most gentle and kind person. After all, it was only a few days ago, which made Xiao Yin feel like a world away.

King Xin is a glorious person, and Xiao Yin has never doubted his sincerity and ease. "Are you acting like you are acting recklessly and sincerely, or are you just like me, craving for a casual day and forgetting the undercurrents around you?" Xiao Yin muttered to Xiaoshanbao.

There was a dull ache in the right hand. There was no medicine, so Cai Ping had to tear off a piece of gauze hanging from the bed tent and simply wrap it for her. Half-dried blood stains seeped through the gauze, stained red, and unsightly.

Xiao Yin took advantage of the apple's inattention to untie the gauze, pulling it little by little, pulling out bursts of pain. The initial cut wound was already somewhat blurred.

She raised her hands and watched.

The scar is fixed. Xiao didn't care so much about this at the time. She has so much to do right now. The first thing is to figure out what the situation is on the outside at the moment.

And, brother.

When her sister died, she felt as if she should have grown up.

But being detained in this small attic, surrounded by black-armored guards, and there was only a girl like Cai Apple by her side, she didn't know what she could do. My brother and aunt, do they know that they are being locked up here?

At noon and dusk, the lock on the old yellow wooden door rang twice. Someone came in, put a food box in the middle of the first floor of the small building, and then retreated.

It's an old chamberlain.

This seems to be Xiao Yin's only connection to the outside world.

At dusk, Xiao Yin heard the door knocking, rushed downstairs, and asked the old waiter urgently.

The old chamberlain first waved his hand, and finally was so entangled that he opened his mouth slightly.

It was a terrible, vague hole.

He doesn't have a tongue.