When the bright moon was in the sky, Feng Qiuyin was still asleep on the bed, it seemed that no movement could affect him, Wanqing sat in the bathtub, letting her body slowly descend, and suddenly, there was an irrepressible tiredness, flowing and flowing, flowing from the bottom of her heart to her whole body.

I don't know if Lu Dao was too happy before, but now, he has all asked her, one after another, to force her to bow her head.

A cloud rose in front of me, and I don't know whether it was the heat in the basin or the tears in my eyes, which dyed the beautiful moonlight hazy.

Rose petals as bright red as blood sprinkled on the water, exuding a faint fragrance, gradually filling the whole room, and also intoxicating the evening sunshine.

With the hot water, she slowly sank over her shoulders, over her lips, over her nose, to her eyes and eyebrows.

Gradually, her breathing was fading, and the bits and pieces of the past kept appearing in her mind like a picture, until the last loving face appeared, and she woke up like a dream, and suddenly jumped out of the water, bringing out a large splash.

She can't just die, she still has her mother, although she may never see her again, but she knows that her mother must not like her to kill herself. Therefore, if she wants to live well, she must find a way to escape from here and find a life that truly belongs to her.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, and then the door to the room slammed open.

It was Hongmei, she heard the sound of water, and when she saw the mess on the ground, her face was even more panicked, and she hurriedly asked, "Madam, what's wrong?" ”

Wanqing smiled slightly, shook her head, and said, "It's okay." There was a hint of tiredness in her voice, and then she said softly, "Can you wipe my back for me?" ”

Hongmei didn't say anything, just nodded slightly and picked up the towel next to her and gently wiped her back.

"When does the Fuchu usually change the guard?" Looking at the night sky, Wanqing asked.

I saw Hongmei's hand pause, and then wiped it again, but the eyebrows were still frowning, "Madame asked what this is for?" ”

Wanqing naturally noticed her abnormality, so she hurriedly explained: "It's nothing, just ask casually, after all, the general is drunk at this time, and he must not take it lightly." ”

Her mind was like this, but she began her escape plan.

After hearing this, Hongmei couldn't help but show pride on her face, and replied respectfully: "Madame, don't worry, there are six guards inside and outside the mansion, they are all masters personally selected by the general, and they rotate once every hour, and the time interval between each rotation is very short, even if it is a master of Ouchi, I am afraid it will be difficult to enter the mansion." ”

"Oh, is it? Hearing you say that, I'm so relieved. Wanqing said softly, but she had a plan in her heart, Hongmei, this girl, is a girl in the end, and she only thinks about Feng Qiuyin, Wanqing said it casually, she really told some truths.

However, the six posts inside and outside the country that this girl said are really worrying for a while, and they are so heavily guarded, isn't it just a general's mansion, it really takes manpower, material resources and financial resources. Once again, she scolded Feng Qiuyin on the bed in her heart.

It seems that it really has to be considered in the long run.

Suddenly, the conversation changed, and Wanqing said: "Don't mention tonight's events to anyone, especially him, I don't want him to think too much." ”

"Yes, Hongmei understands." With a slight forehead, Hongmei replied respectfully, and then said nothing more.

The next morning, Feng Qiuyin woke up, she had forgotten what happened last night, because Wanqing dragged Hongmei to keep it secret, so she didn't mention it to anyone, so this matter was hidden by the ghost.

Seeing him sit up, Lu Zhu brought in a bowl of hot ginger soup.

"General, this is the lady who ordered the slave maid to boil ginger soup for you, drink it while it's hot."

"Where's she?" Slowly taking the bowl of ginger soup, Feng Qiuyin asked coldly, he was so drunk last night, and he lost most of his memory, and only vaguely remembered tearing someone's clothes, and then ...... Then...... He couldn't remember. Could it be her? However, why did she want the maids to deliberately hide it?

Shaking his head, his brows furrowed tightly, it seemed that his strength had not yet passed, and his head was still groggy.

"General ......" saw that his face was still ugly, and Lu Zhu put a shawl on him, and then leaned over and said: "Madame went to the backyard early in the morning, does the general want the slave to invite Madame over?" ”

"No need, my head still hurts badly, I want to sleep a little longer, if she comes, just wake me up again."

After that, Feng Qiuyin raised her head, drank the ginger soup, and then fell asleep again.

In the backyard, Wanqing walked leisurely with Shuang'er and Hongmei, and she seemed to be calm, but in fact she was familiar with the terrain, and there were guards guarding the corners of the corridor and the depths of the flowers.

Shuang'er on the side seemed to sense her absent-mindedness, so she called softly: "Miss......"

But Wanqing, who was thinking of a way, was concentrating, where could I hear her words, but I saw that she didn't say a word, just kept looking around as if she was looking for something.

Seeing that she didn't react, Shuang'er suddenly felt a trace of loss in her heart, she and Wanqing were sisters, and it had never happened for Miss to ignore herself like today.

She had always simply thought that Wanqing was sullen because of the general's violence and violence last night, so she stepped forward, gently tugged Wanqing's cuffs, and asked softly; "Miss, are you still angry with the general?"

"Ah, no!" When she asked her like this, Wanqing couldn't react for a while, but because Hongmei was also by her side, she couldn't help blushing, and even her words seemed to be a little more shy, "Now, I am his person, so I am already angry." ”

"Oh." Shuang'er and Hongmei still wanted to comfort Wanqing, but when they heard her say this, they couldn't say anything.

After all, both she and Wanqing don't like to be entangled in this issue all the time.

After walking for a while, maybe tired, Wanqing sat in a pavilion on a rockery to rest, and Shuang'er stood aside to serve.

She thought that the cold winter and the moon were unbearable in high places, and the young lady was too weak to sit in such a high place to blow the wind, but after all, she couldn't survive the evening, so she had to follow up.

The cold wind was blowing, and although Shuang'er was wearing a jacket, she still couldn't help but shiver, however, Wanqing didn't think so, maybe because she was devoting herself to the escape plan, she barely felt a trace of cold, but had a little heat.

The top of the rockery here is the highest point of the house, you can see every corner of the house condescendingly, Wanqing sits in the pavilion, looking down on everything in the house, her eyebrows can't help frowning tightly, but when she inadvertently finds a broken wall in the backyard, her pupils can't help but dilate, and she is born from her heart.