Time flies quickly, on the first day of September in the twentieth year of Jian'an, the day when the prime minister's mansion is out of the cabinet.

"Miss, today is the day you leave the cabinet and get married, why didn't the master come to see you?" Lu Rong looked at Du Ruoyuan, who was as quiet as usual, and his heart was puzzled.

Lu Youruo combed the green silk slowly, and returned: "Pack up the things you want to bring, this place, we may never come back!" ”

The Prime Minister's Mansion, for Youruo, is just an apartment, not a home. Here, the original owner has no mother, but there is no father.

"Miss, do you really want to..."Lu Rong wanted to speak again and again, wanting to say but not daring to say.

Lu Youruo put down the wooden comb and replied with empty eyes: "Little Furry, you should think of it as a change of place to live, and nothing else has changed!" ”

Wearing a mask, although today is the day of her marriage, she is abnormally wearing a white dress.

Du Ruoyuan finally came to someone, Lu Youruo had seen it, it was the old housekeeper last time.

"Fourth Miss, the eighth prince's sedan chair has stopped at the door." Li Lao's usual tone did not have the targeting of Youruo by others, nor did he respect the identity of Miss Youruo.

Lu Youruo stood up and said with a smile: "Old Li, you have worked hard to make a trip, and we will leave the house now." ”

"Miss Four, is there anything you need help with?" Li Lao looked around and saw the two burdens on the table, and there was nothing else.

Lu Youruo returned: "No need, there is nothing to bring." ”

On the day of her marriage, she simply took silver taels and clothes and left, and there was no need for alms from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When he arrived at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Youruo saw a few small servants carrying a sedan chair.

Fortunately, the eighth prince was not stingy, and he wanted to walk to the prince's mansion.

Youruo opened the curtain of the sedan chair by himself and went in alone. Lu Rong had to stay outside the sedan chair and follow on foot.

"Did that ugly girl really enter the Eighth Prince's Mansion?"

"It's just a concubine, and the palanquin of the prince's mansion, it's really lifting her!"

"If you marry this past, maybe you won't live for a long time, the ghost king turns into a demon every month, and it's no wonder if you don't eat the ugly girl first!"

The street where the sedan chair passed, the voices of the people talking about it, came into the sedan chair, and it was as clear as if it were heard.

The ghost king turned into a demon, how could Lu Youruo believe it? She was very interested in exploring Zhai Xiying's secret.

In the center of the national capital, in less than half an hour, the sedan chair stopped at the gate of the Eighth Prince's Mansion.

"Miss, it's here!" Lu Rong said outside the sedan chair.

"Hmm!" Youruo took two burdens out of the sedan chair.

'Ying Wang's Mansion', if you look at the plaque at the door, it turns out that the eighth prince was named King Ying?

From King Ying's mansion, a handsome girl in purple walked out, and said disdainfully to Youruo: "Miss Lu, follow me!" ”

Girl? Also, it's good to be able to call a girl, the status of the ancient concubine is actually not much worse than the next person.

Going around and around, far away from the gate of the palace, the girl in purple stopped.

"Miss Lu, the prince commanded, from now on, you will live here!" After the girl in purple finished speaking, she walked away.

Youruo stared at this small house, the outside was crawling with cobwebs, and the ground was bare, and not even a single grass grew.

"Miss, this eighth prince is too bullying, right?" Lu Rong swept away the cobwebs with his hands and prepared to push the door.

"Wait!" Youruo stopped Lu Rong's movements, "Bring this!" Yuruo pulled out a handkerchief.

Lu Rong hung the handkerchief on his face and pushed the door hard. Lu Youruo also put his hand on the mask.

As soon as the door opened, a thick layer of ash smashed down.

"Ahem, cough~, Miss, is this a human residence?" Even though Lu Rong wore a handkerchief, he was still choked by the heavy dust.

Lu Youruo waited for the dust to stop flying, and walked across the threshold, "It's okay, let's clean it up, and we can live!" ”

When I entered the house, it was full of dry firewood, hay, and cobwebs, and smelled the turbid air......