Twelve hours. If the poison under the Zheng clan is to be completely dissipated, it must wait for twelve hours.

The next day, after Su Jinyin lay on the bed for a full hour, she immediately asked Zhiwei to pick up Zhuyue, and she went to wait outside the back door.

The people she wants to see are more than just holding the moon.

The Taoist master said that he would come to see him, and he would definitely come. Although, he doesn't seem to be a Taoist now.

The sky was overcast, as if it was about to rain in the next moment. Su Jinyin held an umbrella with a plum blossom pattern on a white background in his hand and stood in the corner of yesterday's wall. She looked in the direction of the street, looking expectantly at the passing carriages.

Although there were many horse-drawn carriages passing by, none of them stopped.

A drop of cold rain fell on Su Jinyin's nose, and then another drop of cold rain fell on the back of Su Jinyin's hand.

She looked up at the sky, saw the dark clouds getting closer and closer, and hurriedly opened the oil-paper umbrella.

Almost at the same time, as soon as the oil-paper umbrella was opened, the rain fell in large and dense drops.

The rustle of oil-paper umbrellas from the rapidly falling rain.

Su Jinyin turned the umbrella lightly, and the umbrella surface threw out a complete circle of water marks. She spun around a little more, and the circle of water that was thrown out was much smaller.

It seems like a good game. Su Jinyin stood in the rain, waiting, gently turning the umbrella, killing his time.

"Miss. ”

Zhiwei came back with the moon. Although she brought an umbrella, it was not opened because she was holding the moon with both hands.

Su Jinyin stepped forward, raised his umbrella above the heads of the two, and said, "You are still injured, hurry up and go back to rest." ”

This is said to the moon.

She also had another advice to Zhiwei: "When you go back to the yard, you will temporarily arrange for other maids to do things, so that they don't notice that Zhuyue is injured." ”

Zhuyue and Zhiwei responded in unison. Seeing that Su Jinyin seemed to be a little hesitant, the two of them said in unison: "Miss, let's go back and rest first." The two of us are fine. ”

The man holding the cyan oil-paper umbrella that Su Jinyin was thinking about was appearing at the city gate at this time.

A cyan oil-paper umbrella was pushed out of the carriage, and the man in white stepped out of the carriage.

He held the umbrella and walked step by step extremely steadily, but slowly.