The noble man? An Yi was surprised at first, and then she realized that it must be the village prince whom Xie Mantang promised before. After talking for so long, it is finally coming true. It seems that it is due to her rescue operation last night.

Seeing Zheng Changshou looking at him with eyes, he remembered that the palace servants had to give rewards for good news, especially the kind of advance notice that they had to give a heavy reward, so he smiled and reached out to touch his purse. Unexpectedly, when he touched it, he could only smile bitterly: "I'm sorry, I came in a hurry and didn't bring anything. I'll find some new things to thank Mr. Xiao Zheng next day."

It was just a tactful saying that she had been imprisoned for these days. She had been locked up for the valuable things she had long used to manage the guards and the chefs, otherwise she would have to be rewarded with Zheng Changshou's diligence alone.

Zheng Changshou was a little disappointed, and soon remembered An Yi's situation again, and said with a generous smile: "Doctor Xiao An, you are so polite. I can't ask for anyone I want, otherwise it would have fallen into the eyes of money? Please, I will send you out of the palace now."

Zheng Changshou enthusiastically arranged the carriage and horses, and carefully tidily raised the car curtain for An Yi, and smiled extremely happily. Many people recognized him as the apprentice of Eunuch Liu, the general manager of Ningshou Palace. Seeing that he flattered An Yi so little, he also tried to please him and acted very enthusiastic.

No wonder people like to praise people. It turns out that the feeling of being praised is really good. An Yi was so proud that she was happy when she saw the push. The most perfect scene should be that she generously grabbed a handful of silver and rewarded them to these dedicated people, which was that everyone was happy. Unfortunately, she only had an empty wallet, so she could only try to make herself look more harmonious.

Compared to the inconspicuous green tent carriage she rode on when she entered the palace, the car she was riding in this time was considered a real palace car, wide, gorgeous and comfortable. After the curtain was put down, the carriage became a private space, with all the furnishings inside, 90% of the new brocade mats were loose and soft, the incense burner in the corner was fragrant, and there were also high-quality hot tea and exquisite pastries on the small table.

It was really heaven and earth. An Yi relaxed her limbs comfortably, and was about to pull the brocade mats over and stuff them under her waist, her eyes fixed on the pastries on the table.

Two plates of pastries on the table, one plate of date cakes that were originally arranged in the shape of plum blossoms collapsed as the carriage swayed and turned into a messy shape; the other plate of pea yellow did not collapse, but it looked much less than the furnishings she saw at home and in the palace - as if she had been stolen by someone.

It seems that it is because people who ride in a carriage will not eat too much, and it will be wasted if they are placed too much, but in fact this situation does not exist at all. The palace is not a place where people can ride in a carriage, and they do not need to be saved. People who can ride in such a carriage are not ordinary people. Who would be stingy with such a few pieces of pastries without being too obsessed with?

An Yi reached out to get the teapot, slowly poured herself a cup of tea, and then began to be scared. The people who often prescribed medicines and made medicines could estimate the weight of the medicine with just one hand and grabbed it, and this pot of tea was obviously only half a pot.

Someone stole the tea and pastries from the car before she got in the car. The incense burned in the corner can be seen as a courtesy to her, or it can also be seen as a to hide some bad smell, such as the smell of blood, the rotten smell of wounds, and the odor left after hiding somewhere for a long time.

An Yi stared at the cup of tea, not daring to move. Through the gap in the curtains, she could see the attentive Zheng Changshou sitting on the shaft of the car, talking to the driver with ease, and a palace servant who followed the car sat on the other side with a peaceful expression. When he met someone, Zheng Changshou proudly announced with a proud expression: "There is Doctor Xiao An inside, and I took her home by the order of the Queen Mother."

An Baoliang was magically resurrected and made great contributions. Two things that An Yi had made contributions to the rescue of the car were praised by the emperor have spread throughout the palace. Everyone outside the car looked at the car with envious eyes, and no one dared to say anything more.

The carriage was traveling smoothly and headed towards the palace gate.

But in a moment, An Yi was already sweating and wet her clothes.

Is the person leaving? Or is he still in this car? Who is he? Huang Zhao? Where is he hiding? Who is his helper? The coachman in front of him? The palace servant who followed the car? Zheng Changshou? Or are all three of them? If she screamed when she passed the palace gate, would he suddenly jump up and come to her heart for a moment?

She didn't want to die. She didn't want to lose her life because of her own risk, nor did she want to lose the happiness she finally got because of other people's country. After so much suffering, she just began to see the dawn of hope. With her family who cherished her, her enemies were also firmly following the path of death she designed for them step by step.

It's a pity to die now. But eighty or ninety percent of that person may be Huang Zhao. Even though the two families have become enemies, she still feels that she actually owe Huang Zhao a love.

What should I do? Pretend to be wrong without knowing anything? Or should I shout out with the right opportunity? An Yi thought for a long time, and finally slowly let go of the teacup tightly in her hand, and slowly surrounded herself with the brocade mat. She had to pay back the debt, but if she didn't pay it back at this moment, she would have to pay it back in the future. She took this opportunity to repay what she owed Huang Zhao. She pretended to be deaf and mute and took him out of the palace safely. In the future, he would have nothing to do with her if he died or lived.

When the carriage passed by the palace gate, it was necessary to check it routinely, because with the waist signs of the old man Xiao Zheng and Ningshou Palace, and the emerging popular Doctor Xiao An as evidence, the Imperial Guard guarding the gate just picked up the curtain and took a casual look and let it go.

The situation in the capital was even worse than An Yi thought. Many places near the imperial city had traces of fire and smoke. The streets were heavily guarded, and there were no pedestrians walking around. Only fully armed soldiers appeared in the streets and alleys.

In this case, the palace car An Yi was riding in seemed particularly eye-catching, and the sound of horse hooves and the sound of wheels rolling over the stone road were also particularly harsh.

After passing several levels in succession, just as the Goldfish Lane was near, An Yi heard an unusual dull sound, as if a hard thing was accidentally hit on the wooden car wall, harsh and harsh.

For a moment, An Yi felt unable to breathe anymore, as if all the sounds were gone away from her, and she was the only one left in the world, lonely and scared. She suddenly was afraid that her decision would be wrong, and she was afraid that Huang Zhao would jump up and penetrate her with a sword.

As expected, life is better, I can't bear to die. Once I can't bear to die, my courage will become smaller. An Yi laughed at herself, picked up a piece of pea yellow and took a bite. Then she heard an unusual sound outside, as if many people were rushing towards this direction.
Chapter completed!