"No, miss, if you do this, my lord will kill me. The maid said anxiously.

I saw Miss Su smile and said, "It's okay, Xiaolian, if my father knows about our sneaking out, I will take care of it for you then." ”

"But Miss, on the day of the Midyear Festival, dragons and snakes are mixed, in case some land cows covet Miss's beauty, it will be bad. ”

Miss Su continued to smile and said, "I've thought about it, when the time comes, we just need to put on men's clothes, so there will be nothing to worry about." ”

"But Miss...."

"Okay, don't say it, I've made up my mind, and it's useless to persuade me again. Xiaolian wanted to continue to dissuade, but when she heard that the young lady had such a firm decision, she had to reluctantly shut up, she was not worried about anything else, she was only worried that this young lady who had never been abroad in the prime minister's mansion for twenty-eight years should not make any trouble at the Midyear Festival.

Xiaolian thought for a moment and then said, "Miss, it's almost evening, it's windy, let's go back to the room." Miss Su nodded, then put down the river lantern in her hand, stood up, got up, left the pavilion, and walked towards her boudoir.

On the way, Miss Su asked: "Xiaolian, the poem you gave me is really useful, I don't know how many prodigal sons have retreated in the past year or so." At the beginning, my father knew that I liked Xiaohu, but he asked me to marry Li Chun, the son of Pingyuanhou's family, but no one knew that Li Chun was a gentleman who everyone knew. Just when I don't know how to deal with it, fortunately, you gave me advice to explain the poem and ask about marriage, so that those prodigal sons and vain clothes and beasts can retreat, Xiaolian, can you tell me where your poem came from?"

Xiaolian hurriedly replied: "I don't know, there is often a vague figure in my dreams reciting this poem. ”

"A blurry figure, do you remember who he is? He's probably related to your vanishing memories. Miss Su said with some association

"I don't remember, I can't remember anything now. ”

"Then you really can't remember how you fainted at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Xiaolian touched her head and tried to recall, but no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember it at all. In the end, she could only shake her head helplessly, and when Miss Su saw this, she didn't continue to ask, and walked into the boudoir with Xiaolian, and slowly closed the door.

As the so-called one day in the sky and one year in the ground, maybe it is the time of the gods in the sky half a cup of tea, the world has spent a few days quickly, and soon came to the day of the Midyear Festival, Wang Yingfeng got up early in the morning, he is not a habitual early in the morning, but today is the Midyear Festival, Wang Yingfeng was excited, and then he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.

"Young master, are you there?" At this time, it was already dawn, Xiao Hu shouted outside the door, but there was no response after shouting three times, Xiao Hu hurriedly pushed the door of Wang Yingfeng's bedroom open, he was worried about whether Wang Yingfeng's old illness had recurred and fell into a coma.

When Xiao Hu pushed Wang Yingfeng's bedroom door open, the scene in front of him made Xiao Hu scratch his head, Xiao Hu touched his head and said, "Where did the young master run away early this morning?"

"Today's Midyear Festival, Young Master Ben will not be under your care again and recuperate at home. Wang Yingfeng said proudly as he walked down the street.