Chapter 177: The Situation of the Imperial Capital

Mrs. Sheng left, Bu Yao looked at the ginseng in her hand and smiled, "Is this an unexpected joy?" ”

Gao Boyi said, "Get it there." ”

There?

Bu Yao hooked her lips and smiled, "Then Xianggong, you wait for me for a while." ”

She casually glanced at Zhuzhu and another maid in the courtyard, turned around and entered the house with ginseng.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the house, she quickly turned on the system and put the ginseng on the shelves of [Fresh Fish].

"Okay, ...... Ah Zhong? ”

When Bu Yao put away the ginseng and went out again, he saw Gao Boyi, who was originally placed on the steps, appeared at the bottom of the steps with a wheelchair, and behind him, Gu Zhong was holding the wheelchair and pushing the handle.

Gu Zhong's skin was still so white, standing in the sun, it seemed to reflect the light.

When he saw Bu Yao, his delicate face was immediately filled with a smile, "Madam, I'm here!" ”

Bu Yao walked down the steps, looked him up and down, and said with a smile, "I haven't seen him for a few days, and I see that I have lost a lot of weight." ”

Gu Zhong looked down at himself and said with a smile, "It seems that he has lost some weight." I mainly think about the two masters. ”

Tsk, this Gu Zhong is really as friendly and able to talk as ever.

As soon as she sighed in her heart, Bu Yao heard Gu Zhong say again, "Madam, I see that the general looks much better than when he left Beijing, and it must be that Madame takes care of him!" ”

Bu Yao loves to hear this.

"Not really. In the end, it's my own father-in-law, so I can't take care of it. Bu Yao raised her chin slightly, a little proud.

Gao Boyi looked at her appearance, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a light smile.

Zhuzhu had been standing quietly on the side, and then suddenly asked, "Mrs. Gao, does this person need to arrange a room for him?" ”

Gu Zhong was brought here by the subordinates in the county government openly, and Zhuzhu already knew his identity from the subordinates, and most of the guesses in his heart that he would live here.

Still, she decided to ask.

After all, although Bu Yao and they were courteous by the county order, they were actually exiles.

It would be outrageous enough for two exiles to live in the backyard of the county government, if only their retinue would ......

It's a bit too much.

It's a bit too much.

Of course, that's what you think under normal circumstances.

Zhuzhu thought of Bu Yao's life-saving grace to Sheng An, and felt that such a thing was not impossible.

Moreover, she doesn't look like a polite person when she looks at Bu Yao.

It turned out that her guess was right.

Bu Yao nodded very dryly and said, "Trouble Miss Zhuzhu." ”

Zhuzhu didn't hesitate and responded directly.

Then, Bu Yao and Gao Boyi went for a walk, and Gu Zhong was responsible for pushing the wheelchair.

They did not let Zhu Zhu or anyone from other county officials accompany them.

There are not many people near the guest house, but there are some potted plants, and you can barely look at them.

Gu Zhong pushed the wheelchair and began to tell Gao Boyi and Bu Yao about the situation in the imperial capital in a slow and methodical manner.

As a result, Bu Yao knew that King Xiaoyao was still in the field and had not returned.

The princess was not in a very good mood because the two of them were exiled, but she quickly cheered up, and was busy fighting wits and courage with the people of the household every day.

Why fight wits and courage?

For the items that were moved to the pawnshop under the name of the King of Joy before the General's Mansion.

There is no way, Bu Yao moved the General's Mansion to space before the exile decree came down.

There is hardly anything to be copied.

The imperial court was not reconciled, and various investigations.

Then I found out to the princess.

All sorts of things are trying to get those things back.

In their understanding, most of the things in the General's Mansion were in that pawnshop.