It was three days after Su Baitong and his entourage returned to Kyoto.

Ling Xiaotian left with Ghost Face and the others halfway through, leaving only Chen Zhinan and the others to escort the carriage and continue to move forward.

The chief steward of the Su Mansion waited outside the city with his family, and this time, Su Mingtang did not come.

He had already lost face once, and he didn't want to lose it a second time.

The chief steward caught a glimpse of the dragon whip letter and other objects exposed on Chen Zhinan's waist, and knew his identity. I remembered that the old man had been annoyed by it before, what kind of big ****** walked with men, etc., all of them were noon mustaches.

The official who was specially sent by the Qiliang City government to escort him, how dare he offend.

After a few words of greeting, Chen Zhinan said goodbye to Su Baitong, but he did not leave Beijing immediately, but advanced to the city.

The chief steward of the Su Mansion took his subordinates to escort the carriage and then entered the city.

Instead of taking the carriage to the Su province, they diverted the course to their home nunnery in the Su province.

Su Baitong sat in the car, staring out the window calmly.

Hui Xiang was quite nervous, and from time to time peeked out through the gap in the car curtain.

As the carriage passed, the pedestrians around it became more and more scarce, and Huixiang couldn't help but be suspicious.

"****, where are they going?"

Su Baitong chuckled silently: "Naturally, I went to the family nunnery." ”

Huixiang's face turned white in fright. "They...... How could they ...... "I just brought them back, and I didn't even see Master Su's face, so I sent them directly to the family nunnery?"

"How can he, sir...... How can you be so ruthless! Hui Xiang's eyes were red.

Su Baitong smiled faintly, "Don't cry." ”

"But ......" Huixiang didn't understand why they were so calm now.

"It's a pity that they can only rejoice in vain." Su Baitong withdrew his gaze from the window. The brilliance of the silver ** under the eyes gradually faded.

Not long after Su Baitong finished saying this, the carriage suddenly stalled.

An unfamiliar male voice came from outside, "It's the big **** in the car from Su Mansion?" ”

The steward of the Su Mansion came forward, only to see a vermilion painted carriage parked opposite, with a bell tied to the top of the canopy, and the breeze blew and tinkled.

"You are ......"

"We are from Qizhen Building, I wonder if Su Da**** knows our father-in-law?" The man raised his voice, apparently to make Su Baitong in the car hear.

The steward of Su Mansion couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

A few days ago, when he went out of the city with the master to meet the big **** carriage, he met the Duke of Chu of the Treasure Building, and he personally escorted the three **** Su Lingjuan back, and now why did he come to ask them about the big ****.

The curtain was raised, and a maid dressed up ** came out. "Are you talking about Duke Chu?"

"Exactly." That person is Uncle Sun, "My father-in-law had to be rescued by Su **** when he had a sudden emergency on the way out, and my father-in-law suddenly felt unwell this morning, my wife came to ask Su ****, please help, and my wife will be **** to thank you in person another day." ”

The chief steward of Su Mansion looked embarrassed.

Although Chu Mansion is not the home of the government, it is not something he can afford to provoke.

But the old man had an order to send Su Baitong to the family nunnery as soon as possible...... In this situation, he refused, and should not.

"Is Gong Chu sick again?" There was a faint ** sound from the carriage.

"Yes, please ask Miss Su for help. My wife should have come to invite me personally, but I couldn't bear that there was no one to take care of the princess, so I had to send it down,......" Uncle Sun said politely.

How could there be no one in the huge Chu Mansion to take care of their father-in-law, both sides knew each other, this was just a polite scene.

"Got it." ** in the carriage.

All eyes fell on the curtains.

After a while, the maid lifted the curtain and walked out of the car a thirteen or fourteen-year-old **, without powder, wearing a light ** floral plain robe, and there was no cover outside, but she only needed to stop there to make people feel bright.

"Miss Su, please." Uncle Sun led Su Baitong to the vermilion lacquer carriage, and someone knelt on the ground and stretched his back. It was used as a wooden bench for getting on the carriage.

The steward of Su Mansion couldn't help but move when he saw the corners of his mouth, this pomp is too big!

"Trouble the steward to go back and say to my father......" Before getting into the car, Su Baitong suddenly turned around, "Just say that ** is not filial, and the family is ...... I can't go yet. ”

The steward only felt a buzzing in his head, and Venus was rushing in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the eldest lady already knew that they wanted to send her to the family nunnery.

How would she know, who could tell her?

Since entering the city, they haven't said anything, and after ten years of leaving the mansion, it is impossible for her to remember the way to Sufu......

The chief steward's mind was in a mess, and he watched Su Baitong calmly step on the backs of the people of the Chu Mansion and get into the canopy carriage.

The bell on the canopy rang and faded away, and the chief steward came to his senses.

The subordinates of the Su Mansion came over with a bitter face, "Steward, how do you think we can go back and report to the master?" ”

The chief steward darkened his face, "How do you get back to life?" Wait to be scolded. ”

Everyone shrank their necks and walked back with the empty carriage with their heads down.

Treasure Building, Chu Mansion. Shangnong Hongji.

Su Baitong held the little civet in his arms and took Huixiang into the back garden of Chu Mansion.

Leading the way in front were two maids in colorful clothes, Uncle Sun walked in front of Su Baitong, stopping from time to time to wait for Su Baitong to follow.

Although it is autumn, all the flowers in the garden have fallen, but the scenery in the back garden of Chu Mansion has a unique charm.

Layers of rockery stones stand on top of the pond water, and the water flows down from it, bursting out tens of millions of water droplets, such as a waterfall flying away.

The pond below is swirling, surrounded by green trees, which can really be described as a step by step, without losing everyone's demeanor.

"Male, Miss Su has arrived." The uncle and grandson took Su Baitong to the pavilion of the water pavilion.

As soon as Su Baitong entered the pavilion, he smelled a faint aroma.

"I wonder if Miss Su can identify this incense?" Chu Mo sat behind the lapis table, and the incense burner beside him was curling with smoke.

Su Baitong closed her eyes slightly, and blurted out, "Agarwood incense, incense 6 incense, cloves, tulips, dipterocarp......" She said the names of more than a dozen spices in one breath, then opened her eyes, gave a light salute to Chu Mo, and smiled indifferently, "I don't know if what I said is right or not?" ”

Chu Mo stroked his palms and laughed, "Miss Su is so powerful, even the incense maker of our Treasure Mansion Incense Pavilion can't >do it

Su Baitong smiled faintly, "Duke Chu seems to be very healthy, why did he suddenly invite me to come?" ”

Chu Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Could it be that Miss Su really wants to go to that nunnery?" ”

Su Baitong sighed silently, she had just returned to Beijing, but everyone in the city seemed to have already guessed Sufu's arrangement.

"Actually, I want you to come here today, I want you to see something." Chu Mo waved his hand to Uncle Sun, and Uncle Sun brought a tray and put it on the table.

Su Baitong looked down and saw that the tray was covered with a black flannel cloth.

Uncle Sun retreated after sending the tray, and Huixiang also retreated sensibly outside the pavilion.

"What is this?" Su Baitong didn't lift the black cloth directly, judging from the shape shown under the black cloth, it seemed to be a book.

"The incense maker who used thaumaturgy on me back then, the only thing he left behind."