The two walked out of the ruined temple together, and Situ pinched the corners of his skirt with his fingertips, timidly looking at the guards outside.

"Please get into the carriage, little lady."

The guard with a sword on his waist made a gesture of invitation, but with his movement, the light of the sword suddenly appeared, and Situ screamed in surprise.

With his fingertips tugging at Qingfeng's sleeve, Si Tu hid behind him, daring not to look at him.

Looking at the person hiding behind him, Qingfeng's heart moved slightly, and she said in a deep voice,

"Put away the swords!"

Quickly turning around and saluting her with fists, Qingfeng said softly,

"It's the subordinate's lax discipline that disturbed the little lady, please forgive me."

Situ twisted his thin clothes, and his drooping eyelashes trembled uncomfortably, looking extremely frightened.

"I-I don't blame you, it's my fault, I'm too timid."

When everyone saw that their own adults were saluting, they followed suit, cupping their hands and saying in unison,

"I also ask the little lady to forgive me."

Seemingly frightened by the unanimous shouts of everyone, Si Tu widened his eyes and took a small step back, almost tripping over the stones under his feet.

Fortunately, Qingfeng's eyes and hands were fast, so she didn't really fall on the muddy ground.

"Can you be quieter?"

Qingfeng protected her, held her slender waist, and scolded the subordinate in front of him coldly.

Seeing it frightened people, they all shivered.

Seeing him angry, Situ quickly grabbed his sleeve and said timidly,

"Don't blame them, I wasn't frightened."

Looking at the strong and calm woman in front of her, Qingfeng's heart seemed to be blocked by something, a little itchy.

Seeing that the little lady was protecting them like this, everyone put down a little grudge in their hearts.

There was a pitiful look in his eyes.

How can a weak woman survive in a place like the palace that eats people and doesn't spit out bones?

What's more, the person who wants her to die is the little master of the palace.

Picking up the veil on the carriage, Situ put on the strong arms of the breeze, and finally glanced at the direction of the broken temple.

Duke Huai's mansion, she was really looking forward to it.

The incense was overflowing in the carriage, and Si Tu was leaning lazily on the soft slump with deep eyes.

There is no innocent appearance of the little white rabbit.

Why did the host pretend to be the mother of the original owner?

After all, a small outer chamber was not qualified to inherit the property of Duke Huai's title.

If I go back as the original owner, I'm afraid I won't survive tonight

It was precisely because the identity of the outer room was not a threat to them that she could take a breath.

At that time, careful planning can also allow them to let go of their short-term vigilance.

The carriage moved forward and passed a creek when the gauze curtain was lifted by the breeze.

The world in Situ's eyes fell into gray again, and both the green mountains and the rivers lost their original color.

It's all grey and nothing to look at.

Situ pulled down the gauze curtain, but missed A Nian who was fetching water for her in front of the stream.

If she persisted for a few more seconds, she could see that Anian's gray body gradually began to take on color.

The carriage moved forward steadily, as if taking care of the timidity of the people inside.

creak-

The carriage stopped in front of a post house in the capital.

A palm stretched out from the outside of the car curtain, and a calm voice entered Si Tu's ears.

"First, the aggrieved little lady gets out of the car to get acquainted, and then enters the palace."

Si Tu glanced at the dirty single clothes on his body and said softly,

"Then there is Mr. Lao."

With his arm on, Si Tu slowly got off the carriage, his whole body was thin, and his face was a little ugly.

It aroused the sympathy of those present.

"Little Madam is exhausted, why don't you rest here for a night tonight."

The person in front of him was so thin that it seemed like a gust of wind could blow away, and the breeze was really unbearable.

It was cold in spring, and after the heavy rain, even the air was filled with the smell of soil and grass.

As soon as the cool breeze passed, Si Tu covered his sleeves and coughed, his shoulders shaking.

"How can you delay the communication of the adults, the slave's family will be fine soon."

Si Tu kept coughing, but he didn't stop, for fear of delaying everyone's time.

"Little Madam."

Qingfeng took off his cloak, put it on her shoulder, tried to keep his voice low, and said,

"The people in the inn are all arranged by the palace, the little madam please do it yourself."

Saying that, Qing Fengchao took a step back and made a gesture of please.

"Thank you for reminding me."

Si Tu closed his cloak and saluted the blessed body behind him. I felt pity for his unresolved eyebrows.

Since she is a member of the palace, she should be more careful to deal with it.

Situ turned to leave, stepped into the post house, and the hot soup and clothes were all ready.

"Slaves, etc., see Little Madam."

The maids waited for Situ to wash in an orderly manner, and there was only the sound of water rubbing against clothes in the room.

No one dared to lie.

Washing the stains from wandering, put on brocade clothes, and Si Tu allowed the maid behind him to pull up his blue silk.

While the maid was arranging the Peiyu around her waist, she quietly stuffed a note into her hand.

Sure enough, the thing she went back was that someone was working behind the scenes.

It's just that who this person is can only be determined after she returns to the manor.

The door was pushed open by the maids, who stood side by side in two rows, holding palace lanterns and bowing their heads.

"Welcome the little lady back home."

Although Si Tu was wearing a fancy dress, his temperament was still delicate and weak, and those beautiful eyes were even more innocent.

"My subordinate Qingfeng, welcome the little lady back to the mansion."

Qingfeng put away the sword, cupped his fists and saluted.

She thought she would flatten him like an ordinary noble, but unexpectedly she met a pair of smiling eyes.

"It turns out that the name of the adult is changed to Qingfeng, and the slave family remembers it."

Taking his arm, Si Tu stepped into the carriage again.

This time, the direction the carriage was heading was the colorful residence of Duke Huai, which was the end of her mission.

Why does the host want to be nice to a guard?

Is it necessary to spend so much effort to please?

Having money and power is not as good as having soldiers.

The head guard of the palace is not an idle person.

If she can get his help, she will be able to do more with less!

System: The abacus of my own host is quite loud.

Opened the note in his hand, the writing on it was strong and powerful, but there was still some softness.

It must have been written by a woman.

"Careful in words and deeds."

Situ silently recited the four words on it, her eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Whether it was a warning or a kind reminder, she didn't know for the time being, and naturally she didn't know the other party's intention.

This passivity made her a little irritable.

In less than half an hour, the carriage stopped in front of the small gate of the palace.

Situ got off the carriage, coughed a few times in a pretentious manner, and after returning the cloak to Qingfeng, Fushen said,

"Lord Youlao escorted him all the way, and the slave family is grateful."

There was a faint scent of fat powder on the cloak, Qingfeng lowered his eyes, and some dared not look directly at her.

"The little lady will live in the palace in the future, and she must not call herself a slave family as before."

Qingfeng reminded in a low voice, but his body was stretched straight and his movements were in line with the rules.

It's just that the beating heart betrayed his mood at this time.