On the street in front of Xunyang Tower, the air was quiet in front of a carriage.

Rong Zhen walked away, and Xie Lingjiang withdrew his eyes.

"Are you hungry, little junior sister... Hmm."

Just as Ouyang Rong was mid-sentence, something hit his chest, and he hugged him subconsciously. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was a snack box containing hangover soup, which was forcefully thrust into his arms by his junior sister.

"Get in the car." The woman said in a cold voice.

Ouyang Rong looked up and saw that Xie Lingjiang had already boarded the carriage without looking back.

"oh oh!"

He gets in the car.

"Why are you sitting outside? Ali is driving the car? What's the matter with you? Come in."

"well."

"You, sit closer."

"Uh-huh."

"You soul left with someone else? You don't even know how to talk, right? You just keep nodding and shaking your head to deal with me?"

"no no……"

Don't wait to finish.

In the carriage, there was suddenly a sound of clothes being pulled and clicked, followed by a constant stream of "ouch" sounds...

Outside, Ali was driving with a serious expression, as if he didn't even hear anything, and he drove very honestly.

In the past, driving a calm and steady carriage was a bit shaky and bumpy along the way.

…

Hu Fu, the newly arrived envoy from Luoyang, settled in a large house on the same street as Jiangzhou Hall with a plaque reading "Tingzhuxuan".

This "Tingzhu Pavilion" originally belonged to Zhu Lingxu, the governor of Hongzhou. After the incident, it was taken back by Jiangzhou Hall, Zhu Lingxu's concubines and slaves were dismissed, and after renovation, it became the best place in Jiangzhou government.

's official residence.

It is also currently used to accommodate the emperor's personal envoys.

Night, deep.

On the streets of Xunyangfang, a carriage with red lacquer and silk curtains, pulled by two sweaty horses, was driving low-key on the street.

The carriage is tall and quiet except for the sturdy coachman wearing a bamboo hat.

The direction it came from seemed to be leaving the aristocratic reception at Xunyang Tower that had just ended.

However, after the red-painted carriage approached "Tingzhuxuan", it suddenly slowed down, turned into a side alley, and finally stopped at the back door of "Tingzhuxuan".

The black silk curtain of the carriage remained motionless.

The strong coachman jumped out of the carriage and went to knock on the door.

After a while, the back door opened, and several servants and guards emerged with dissatisfied expressions on their faces, looking at the late night guests.

The sturdy coachman handed over a jade pendant in a muffled voice, as if in words.

The servants and guards who followed Khufu immediately calmed down.

The ring-shaped cloud pattern on the jade pendant seems to have been bumped and a corner is missing.

A guard took the incomplete jade pendant and took a closer look at the low-key carriage outside the door.

There was a night breeze blowing. He opened the car curtain a little, and there were a few dark figures wearing curtain hats and black cloaks inside.

The guard lowered his gaze, ordered his companions to stay, turned around and left in a hurry...

In the carriage waiting at the back door, three black figures were sitting.

Although he is covered by a hood and cloak, his figure is still vaguely visible.

A handsome young man with a piano case across his lap, a noble young girl with plum blossom makeup, and a stooped and fat old man with meticulously combed white hair.

"Mr. Ouyang, please rest assured. Xiaohu has been with the old slave for a long time and is the most filial godson. Xiaohu is a pure and upright man, down-to-earth and capable. Although he is occasionally a little petty and vengeful, he is also very grateful. The old slave has been here since he was a child.

like.

"This time the old slave came over and helped the young master... Mustache must recognize that jade pendant, unless he doesn't recognize the old slave as his godfather."

The ricket and fat old man was Shun Bo, the chief steward of Xunyang Palace.

Ouyang Rong and Li Guo'er looked at each other.

The latter nodded lightly, "Then it's hard work, Uncle Shun."

"This is what an old slave should do."

After a pause, she warned again:

"Ouyang Lianghan's affairs are the palace's affairs, so Uncle Shun is not only helping him, he is also helping the palace and my father, do you understand?"

"Old slave, I understand!"

Shunbo nodded vigorously.

At this moment, outside the carriage, the bodyguard who had just left hurriedly returned, and the jade pendant in his hand had disappeared.

The guard looked around vigilantly at the door. Seeing that no one was in the alley, he turned around and offered his hand to the carriage with a respectful look on his face:

"Your Majesty said, please come in, distinguished guests."

Ouyang Rong and Li Guo'er were about to get up and get out of the car, but Shun Bo waved his hand to stop them, indicating with his eyes to wait a moment.

The old eunuch, who had been away from the palace for many years, straightened his clothes, got out of the carriage alone with a serious look on his face, and followed his guards into Tingzhu Pavilion.

Ouyang Rong and Li Guo'er continued to wait in the carriage.

Without the nagging Uncle Shun, the two of them were alone, which was a little awkward.

Ouyang Rong avoided looking at each other and looked aside.

Li Baoer glanced at the red mark under his sleeve and asked:

"Did you make Sister Xie angry again?"

"No." Ouyang Rong sat upright and shook his head.

"Your arms are not covered, pull up your sleeves."

"The cat scratched it."

"You also have a cat at your house in Huaiye Lane? Why don't you see any cat hair on your body?"

"wildcat."

"good."

Li Baoer nodded:

"I'll go talk to Sister Xie tomorrow and ask her to pay attention to not letting her beloved senior brother get scratched by a little wild cat that appears out of nowhere again."

The word "wild cat" bites extremely hard.

"Don't!" he stopped.

"A wild cat or a domestic cat?" She looked curious.

"Home...house cat."

"Why has it changed again?"

"Maybe...it's someone else's cat, scratching outsiders."

"Okay." Li Guo'er smiled and said, "Sister Xie is someone else's cat. I can't run away this time. I'll tell her tomorrow."

"Have you finished, Your Highness the Princess?"

Ouyang Rong raised his head and asked unhappily.

Li Guo'er looked after himself and said:

"Anxious?

"No wonder Sister Xie didn't bring you any food for dinner tonight, tsk tsk."

"Can I pinch it for her?"

"OK."

She nodded, changed the topic and said:

"I don't know if Uncle Shun's face is still useful, or if this Khufu is a nostalgic person."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "Whether it works or not, thank you for your hard work, Uncle Shun."

"Why are you so polite?"

The little girl with plum blossom makeup under the white gauze curtain lowered her eyes.
To be continued...