"Is there no way out?" Beiling asked unwillingly.

She doesn't want to move, running around or something is the most boring thing.

"There has never been a precedent in the hundreds of years since the establishment of a Chinese dynasty."

Si Yanlan's words completely nailed Beiling to death.

There has been no precedent in the hundreds of years since the founding of the dynasty.

In other words, if she didn't go, it would be the first time in the century since the founding of the dynasty, and it would also be disrespectful to the Chinese ancestors.

Beiling was so angry that her tooth ached.

"If you really don't want to go, I can accompany you..." Before Si Yanlan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Beiling——

"I'll go!" Beiling gritted her teeth and spit out these two words.

This Chinese autumn hunt is a little different from other autumn hunts. There are two things to do in this Chinese autumn hunt. The first is to worship ancestors. Since it is to worship ancestors, Si Yanlan, as a descendant of the royal family, is very

You can't go, otherwise you will get a bad name. Beiling doesn't want to be the first to encourage the prince not to participate in ancestor worship.

What's more, the late Emperor of China only left two princes and one princess. One is the current emperor - Si Lengchen, and the other is the harmlessly smiling Prince Muchen - Si Yanlan.

That princess is the unruly and rude Si Lingshan.

If the majestic Chinese prince does not go to the autumn hunt to worship his ancestors because of Mu Beiling, how will the world view Si Yanlan and the Duchen Palace? She must be able to be ignored by the gossiping guards and maids in the palace without leaving the palace.

The spittle stars drowned.

The second thing about autumn hunting is hunting. This hunting is no different from ordinary hunting, so it’s okay not to mention it.

The reason why Beiling didn't want to go for autumn hunting was firstly because she didn't want to wear complicated clothes, and secondly because she didn't want to move and was too lazy to go out. Although she was going by carriage, she still had to walk. She had been treated to delicious food and drinks by Si Yanlan recently.

As time passes, people become more and more lazy.

Si Yanlan looked at Bei Ling's expression as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and smiled even more movingly: "It's good to go, you can get to know more people, and you can also compete with them in martial arts."

Beiling rolled his eyes. In his eyes, she was just a violent woman who only knew how to fight?

She is also a cultured person, isn’t she? She is also a cultured person, isn’t she?!

After eating some more casually, Beiling ordered the maid to come in and clean up.

"Aren't you hungry after eating so little?" Si Yanlan looked at some of the untouched dishes and felt a little displeased, "Is the kitchen not cooking well?"

"Yeah." Beiling nodded, "The cooking skills are not good and there are too many dishes to finish."

Although Beiling is not a picky eater, it is a bit difficult to finish all the food on such a large table by herself.

"I'll eat with you from now on."

After Si Yanlan was silent for a while, he said something shocking.

"casual."

Beiling said these two words, got up and went to the alchemy room.

For her, one more person just means one more pair of dishes and chopsticks.

Hongxiu and Mulian were not here today, so there was no one to eat with her, so the table of food would naturally be unfinished.

The night wind was a bit cool, and it stirred up the layers of dead leaves on the ground.

Si Yanlan looked at the walking figure, and finally couldn't help but cry out: "Cough, cough, cough—" Feeling something in his throat, he covered his mouth, "Cough, cough, cough—"

When he opened his hand and took a look, he saw that the jet-black blood clot was shining brightly under the light.

There was still a trace of blood on the lips that could not be wiped off in time.

Si Yanlan calmly took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands clean. He looked at the full moon in the dark sky and smiled with relief.

Maybe, soon...

Died soon...

…

Ten days later, Beiling unexpectedly received an invitation letter from a guy who had been missing for nearly three months.

The content of the letter is very simple, really very simple, as simple as just one sentence——

"Wait a minute, see you at Zuixiao Tower."

——Soft yarn.

Holding the letter that had been nailed to the pillar early in the morning, Bei Ling calmly took out the candle and lit it.

"Master, what do you mean by Miss Rousha? Why don't you come to see me in person, but make an appointment in this way?" Hongxiu didn't understand the situation, but she knew that if she didn't react quickly, not only would she be nailed to the pillar.

This is the letter.

"Who else saw what happened just now?"

Beiling did not answer Hong Xiu's question, but changed her mind and asked this question.

"In addition to red sleeves, there are also begonias."

When she mentioned this name, Hongxiu frowned subconsciously.

She didn't know why, but she had no good impression of Haitang who came to her master with her and served her master together. It could even be said that she was disgusted to the extreme. She always felt that Haitang was not as easy to talk to as she seemed, and it seemed that she was always hiding this.

What. This look made her extremely disgusted.

It is precisely because of this that she will not meet or talk to her unless necessary. If this Haitang can stay away, she will try not to have contact with him.

"Haitang?" Beiling murmured the name in a low voice, a darkness flashed in her eyes.

She sneered: "Ha! Hongxiu, send someone to spy on Haitang. I don't need to know her every move. I just need to know who she meets when she goes out. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." Hongxiu bowed his head.

"Well, prepare your horses, I'm going out."

After saying this, Beiling went back to the bedroom and changed clothes.

Half an hour later.

Bei Ling was wearing a fiery red Luo shirt, with three thousand black hair fixed with only one jade hairpin. There was a sense of arrogance on her unpainted face, and her soul-catching phoenix eyes glanced at the guard on the side.

, the guard felt as if he had fallen into the ice altar of the twelfth lunar month and no longer had the strength to get up.

"Princess, are you going out?" The housekeeper dared to come after hearing the news, and saw Bei Ling getting on the carriage. He glanced at Hong Xiu and the coachman, and he said respectfully: "Princess, how about I send a few people to protect you?

?Just two people, I’m afraid it’s not enough.”

He wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although he knew that it was treasonous for a servant to care about his master's whereabouts, the prince was his real master. The prince said that he would not ban the princess from going out, but she must be protected by someone.

Bei Ling did not stop because of the housekeeper's words. She lifted the curtain lightly and replied coldly: "Butler, you have gone too far. I don't need too much burden. I thank the prince for me."

"This..." The housekeeper wanted to say something else, but he heard Beiling saying to the coachman: "You can go."

The housekeeper watched helplessly as the car slowly disappeared from his sight.

He sighed and said to the guards beside him: "Follow me, you two, don't lose me, you know?"

This princess insisted on confronting the prince. There was a helpless smile on her wrinkled face.

My lord, this princess is not easy to train!

"Yes! Butler!" As soon as he finished speaking, the figure had long since disappeared.

Sure enough, the people in the Duchen Palace are not just ordinary people...
Chapter completed!