The sky was slightly bright, and there was movement in the main house of the Frost Flower Temple.

Under the faint charcoal light, a slender and upright figure was in the shadow.

Zhao Fuling got up, washed with warm hot water, and simply pulled up the waist-length green silk scattered behind her shoulders.

There was still room for warmth on the bed, and she took out the written letter and materials from under the pillow and laid them all on the table. After arranging and flattening the duvet, he took out a cyan cloak and put it on the outside of his body, and walked out of the house.

The white light of the fish belly is scattered, and the courtyard is full of shadows hidden by the early winter morning. Zhao Fuling turned her head to look next door, Sun Yiyue's room was very quiet, and the master and servant were obviously still asleep.

She slowed her steps and slowly walked out of the gate of the Frost Blossom Courtyard.

Shen Chi and Ah Yue were already waiting outside the gate, and after Zhao Fuling walked out, Ah Yue led the carriage to the bottom of the steps, and then said, "Miss Zhao, please."

Zhao Fuling bowed her head slightly, didn't say anything, and got into the carriage quietly.

Shen Chi leaned in the carriage, heard the movement, lifted his eyelids and looked at it.

Zhao Fuling bent in, looked at him, and greeted politely: "Shen Gongzi."

Shen Chi responded in a nasal voice, his eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't give half a expression. At first glance, the sword-eyed starry face looked inexplicably indifferent.

Zhao Fuling was prepared, and she didn't want to talk to him more, so she sat down on the side.

There was not much space in the carriage, and Shen Chi's injuries were not yet complete, so Ah Yue covered him with a mink coat. This large rice has a very good texture and takes up extra space.

Zhao Fuling saw that her toes touched the corner of the mink, and immediately retracted.

Shen Chi probably swept the afterglow at the end of his eyes, suddenly raised his eyes to look over, and said lightly, "It's cold?"

Zhao Fuling frowned slightly, quickly unfolded again, shook her head and said softly, "It's not cold."

With that, she took her plush cyan cloak and covered her body.

The carriage moved, the curtain shook gently with the cold wind, Zhao Lingling looked out with her face away, the plush scarf on the cloak covered half of her cheeks, leaving only a cold and calm silhouette for Shen Chi.

The car was quiet, and after a while, Shen Chi withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.

The carriage galloped all the way in the direction of Zhangzhou, and when the sun rose three poles, it had already passed forty miles outside the city.

At this time, Sun Yiyue slowly woke up from drunkenness.

She opened her eyes in a daze, rubbed the corners of her eyes and turned over, and saw that Doubao was tiptoeing to clean up the table, Sun Yiyue said in a soft voice, "What time is it?"

Doubao hurriedly turned around, and said a little apologetically, "Is it the slave who woke up the girl?"

Sun Yiyue waved her hand, hugged the quilt and said lazily, "I woke up."

Doubao breathed a sigh of relief and smiled cutely, "It's time girl, do you want to sleep again?"

"It's all time?" Sun Yiyue suddenly stirred, and the person also sat up from the bed, and she hurriedly asked, "Is Sister Zhao still there?"

Doubao looked out and saw that Zhao Fuling's door was closed, she scratched her head and said, "The slave and maid don't know, when the slave and maid got up, they saw that the door of Miss Zhao's room was not open."

Sun Yiyue frowned, she sat on the bed for a while, and immediately lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Although there was no charcoal fire in the house, it was still so cold that my heart was chilling.

Doubao hurriedly picked up his clothes and said, "Girl, put on your clothes, don't catch a cold."

Sun Yiyue hurriedly wrapped her clothes and put on her shoes, and without dressing up, she went out to Zhao Fuling's house.

She stood outside the door and shouted "Sister Zhao", and after getting no response, she gently pushed the door. new

As a result, the door was pushed open.

The house was silent, empty, and there was no figure of Zhao Fuling in the inner and outer rooms.

Sun Yiyue's heart sank, pursed her lips and said unhappily, "Didn't you say okay, I'll send her today? I leave without saying hello, and I don't know when I'll be back......

Doubao's eyes were sharp, and he hurriedly said to Sun Yiyue, "Girl, Miss Zhao left something on the table."

Sun Yiyue followed the direction and looked over, and sure enough, she saw it

There were several envelopes on the table, which should be the ones that Zhao Lingling pressed under the pillow after writing last time.

Sun Yiyue entered the room and picked up the envelope.

The one left for her had already read it in advance, so Zhao Lingling didn't leave it alone, but only left her a note.

The note said that if Zhao Fuling did not come back after seven days, he would ask Sun Yiyue to pass on the letters to others.

Seeing these words, Sun Yiyue scolded in a low voice: "Sister Zhao doesn't know what she is thinking, she always has a feeling of life and death when she speaks, is she so looking forward to not coming back?"

After scolding, she picked up the thick envelopes again, and said to the bean bags, "Find a larger box and pack them all, most of them are reserved for Your Highness."

The things recorded on those papers are related to the Anxi area. The stakes are very high, and Sun Yiyue does not dare to take it lightly.

Doubao nodded hurriedly, found a red camphor box, and asked Sun Yiyue to put all the envelopes inside.

After the thing was done, they closed Zhao Fuling's door and returned to their house.

As soon as I finished washing up here, I bumped into Zhang Quan with an excited face when I left the Frost Hua Courtyard. Sun Yiyue saw Zhang Quan's strange expression, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Quan wanted to speak and stopped, and sighed a few times before speaking: "Nothing happened, it's just, it's just, it's just ......."

Sun Yiyue has always been an anxious person, and she couldn't hear others stammering, so she urged, "Just what? Oh, Zhang Quan, you're in a hurry."

Zhang Quan had no choice but to spread his hands and sighed, "Miss Sun will go to Huiyuan to take a look."

"Flower Garden?" Although Sun Yiyue hadn't figured out what was going on, she was also curious, but her footsteps had already walked towards Huiyuan.

Huiyuan is not a garden, but actually a deserted courtyard at the end of Du's mansion. This courtyard is close to the back door, and it is connected to a small garden, and Li Jingmo didn't name it, so everyone simply called Huiyuan together.

Huiyuan is very large, and there are many empty houses in it, and in the past, the rough envoys of Du Mansion would only clean it a few times every once in a while, and no one came here at ordinary times.

But today, this place is very lively.

Sun Yiyue saw from a distance that the only few remaining servants in the Du Mansion were there, and even Du Bo and Du Qiushi were standing in the crowd.

She hurriedly lifted her skirt and trotted over, "What happened?"

Du Qiushi turned around when he heard the sound and gave Sun Yiyue some place: "There are more things in this garden."

"What's that?" Sun Yiyue poked her head out and looked inside.

As soon as she said this, she was stunned.

The courtyard is full of *** bags, high together, like the earthen city wall set up by the people at the border.

The crowd did not know what was in the sack, but Duber spoke, and someone stepped forward and opened the sack.

As soon as the mouth opened, everyone saw countless crystalline and round grains of rice rolling out of it.