Text Chapter 3 So High

You must know that she is pretending to be sick now, if that Lang Zhong really sees any signs, and then directly dismantles her stage in front of the bustard, it is estimated that she really has no way to deal with it.

What to do? Su Yuxiang was a little anxious!

Although she has been planning to escape for the past few days, it is a little difficult to actually implement it, but there seems to be no better way at the moment, and the only way is to implement the plan in advance.

It seems that she only has thirty-six plans to go to the top!

Thinking of this, Su Yuxiang got up from the bed, put on her clothes in three strokes and two by two, and then tied up the long hair that fell down casually with tendons and nested it behind her head, and that capable movement made it impossible to connect her with the sick weak woman just now.

I was going to go straight out through the main entrance, but I suddenly felt that something was wrong. How can I say that I am running away, of course I can't be discovered, so let's go through the window.

Also, this person is unfamiliar with the place, and it seems really inconvenient for a weak woman to have no money to protect herself. I'm sorry, it's not that I, Su Yuxiang, am greedy for money, it's really people in the rivers and lakes, and I can't help myself.

At that moment, she collected all the light things in the house, such as gold and silver jewelry, pearl necklaces, etc., and put them all into the baggage and carried them on her back, and then looked around again to make sure that nothing was left, and then pushed open the window.

No way? So high!

As soon as she opened the window, Su Yuxiang gasped directly. I don't know if it's set off by the night, but in short, Su Yuxiang feels that this vertical distance seems to exceed her estimate.

Although she has no fear of heights, in the face of this distance of several feet, she still can't help but touch, the soles of her feet begin to soften, and her heart to escape does not seem to be so firm.

Is it difficult to understand that she Su Yuxiang is willing to stay in the Qinglou all the time, acting as a so-called Oiran, and then one day she will be old and decrepit and spurned?

No, since she can't wear it back, just let her create a new world in this strange world, how can she retreat because of the little difficulty in front of her?

No, even if it's hell down there, she's made up her mind today.

Looking around, when Su Yuxiang saw the new silk silk that the bustard had brought today, she suddenly had an idea. She didn't care how precious these fabrics were, or what special supplies they were from the Western Regions, they were torn into strips between the piercing eyes, and then knotted into knots to make a long rope.

"If it goes on like this, I guess there will be no problem!" Su Yuxiang thought about it, so she tied one end of the rope to the window lattice, and then climbed up to the window with the cat.

"Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit, you must bless me Su Yuxiang safe and sound!" Su Yuxiang muttered quietly as she carefully grabbed the rope and slid down the wall, her whole heart tangled together, lest something go wrong.

"Interesting!"

At this time, Su Yuxiang didn't know that his move had already fallen into the sight of someone not far away, only to see that person standing in the dark, wearing a moon-white robe, looking at all this with his hands behind his back with interest, the corners of his mouth had been hooked into an arc at some point, and he seemed to be interested in the spring color that appeared in the night.

"Hall Master, do you want to ...... subordinates?"

Seeing the entourage next to him speak, Helian Che hurriedly waved his hand to stop it, although he had been observing here for some time, he seemed to be more and more interested in the performance of the Closed Moon Pavilion in recent days.