Song Huiyue stood under the bright light, wearing a lotus-colored dress, holding a large handful of lotus leaves in her arms, with a few flower buds mixed in the lotus leaves, and was looking attentively at the yellow fat in the vendor's hand.
Li Jun also had his hands full of lotus leaves, with one on his head, and his lips opened and closed as if he was talking about something. However, Song Huiyue stood motionless, still looking at Huang Pang.
King Jin turned to Yin Xiao and said, "Can you leave now?"
Yin Xiao nodded and did not stop him. Instead, he walked forward with him. When the two approached Song Huiyue, Li Jun quickly noticed that he didn't say much after seeing that it was the two of them. Song Huiyue was still looking at the hawker.
Pinch the yellow fat.
"Huiyue?" King Jin stepped forward and patted Song Huiyue gently on the arm.
Song Huiyue was startled. She turned around and saw that it was King Jin. She hugged He Ye and breathed a sigh of relief. When she saw Yin Xiao was there, she smiled and said, "How did you two get together?"
While laughing, she freed up one hand and took out a smeared yellow fat: "I want this."
Li Jun freed up a hand, grabbed a handful of copper coins and paid: "This is the only one, we really can't take it."
"I'll help you get it." King Jin reached out to take the lotus leaf in Song Huiyue's hand.
Song Huiyue quickly let go of her hands: "Okay, help me get half of it."
When they weren't picking it up, there weren't many lotus leaves. However, as soon as the two of them changed hands, the lotus leaves instantly spread out and turned into a huge handful, scattering all over the floor.
King Jin hurriedly bent down to pick it up. As he picked it up, he couldn't help laughing: "Where did you two get so many lotus leaves?"
"Pick it from Beiwa and take it back to make lotus leaf rice."
Li Jun looked at King Jin and Song Huiyue picking up lotus leaves all over the ground, touching hands and touching heads. Then he looked at Yin Xiao, who just stood there stupidly, and suddenly felt a sense of hopelessness.
"Xiao, I have more than she does, please help me get some."
Yin Xiao stretched out her long arms and took most of the lotus leaves from Li Jun's hands without even scattering half of them on the ground.
Li Jun's hand that was about to scatter the lotus leaves on the ground could only be withdrawn silently - forget it, a child cannot be taught.
Soon, King Jin and Song Huiyue picked up all the lotus leaves and hugged half of them. Song Huiyue asked again: "Why do you two stay together?"
Yin Xiao replied: "Let me take the prince back to the palace today."
Song Huiyue looked at Li Jun: "Father and son have a deep love."
Li Jun nodded: "Father is kind and son is filial."
King Jin smiled helplessly and shook his head: "You are also making fun of me today."
Song Huiyue looked back at Huang Ting and the escort team: "Why don't you take the carriage? Could it be that you and Yin Xiao are relaxing outside?"
"I drank too much and was jolted in the carriage until I felt like vomiting. I just came out for a walk. Yinxiao couldn't beat a fart with his three sticks. If I were to relax with him, I would suffocate myself to death."
Yin Xiao pursed his lips and cursed in his mind: "You fart a lot."
Li Jun interrupted: "My lord, you'd better go back to the palace and have a bowl of hangover soup, otherwise you'll have a headache tomorrow."
King Jin walked forward in the fragrant aroma of lotus leaves, reluctant to leave Song Huiyue for even half a step: "I already drank it in the palace."
He was willing to walk this road forever, but unfortunately the road was not long and he arrived soon.
Song Huiyue did not accept the lotus leaf handed over by King Jin: "You take it back and try it, I picked the good ones."
Prince Jin took his hand back and hugged him lovingly: "Okay."
"Will you stay at the palace tomorrow night?"
"I don't know, but I have to leave the palace today and the day after tomorrow. The palace is busy, so I'm afraid there won't be time for me."
"It's okay if you're not here." After Song Huiyue finished speaking, she smiled at King Jin and said, "See you soon."
"Goodbye."
King Jin returned to the palace with peace of mind this time. He got on the carriage and hugged the piece of early summer in his arms. He felt more and more the loveliness and preciousness of Song Huiyue - a few lotus leaves in her hands.
It can give birth to countless vitality and excitement.
Lowering his head and kissing the lotus leaf, he opened the curtain and looked at Yin Xiao.
There was nothing strange about Yin Xiao, but he was already sure that there would be changes in the palace tomorrow night.
The early summer night is quiet and long. As the night passes, heat slowly rises from the ground, urging people to get up.
People were coming and going on the street, rubbing shoulders, and pots of water with rouge powder were poured out from the water chestnut windows and rear corner doors, making the whole road smell of aroma, oil cakes, cooking cakes, fried ghosts,
The big meat buns are also competing to give out their enticing smells, and the vendors' shouts are louder than the others, suppressing the sounds of wheels and horses' hooves.
Forbidden soldier Ma Dangdang stood on the street and bought a drawer of big buns and gave them to Li Changfeng: "Brother, please help me. You can take over for me all night today."
Li Changfeng took the bun and said, "Are you going to see the oiran again?"
Ma Dangdang waved his hand quickly: "How can I have that spare money? My mother has not been well these two days, I'm afraid."
Li Changfeng immediately said: "I will do it for you, and I will do it for you all night tomorrow. You can spend time with your mother."
Ma Dangdang thanked him with a smile, went to the drug store again, bought a young ginseng, and carried it home.
When he opened the door, he immediately smelled an unusual smell before calling his mother.
The smell of blood.
He frowned and immediately became alert. He stuffed the ginseng into his arms, took out his long knife, and walked in step by step until he reached the main door: "Mother?"
There was no movement in the room. Ma Dangdang grasped the handle of the knife again, walked forward, raised his leg and kicked open the door, and quickly took a look at the situation in the room.
There was nothing strange, the tables, chairs and benches were all in their original positions, and his wife was lying on the bed, motionless.
"Mom!" He quickly walked through the door and went straight to the bed to see how my mother was doing. Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the bed, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind him and killed him to the ground cleanly.
The murderer quickly covered Ma Dangdang's neck with a piece of handkerchief to prevent blood from flowing everywhere and making it difficult to clean up. Then he carried the body to the bed and placed it with the old man's body.
After cleaning up the blood stains again, he took out from the box the armor, trousers, belt, boots, and belt tags that Ma Dangdang wore in the Forbidden Army, and put them on himself - the two of them were similar in shape, and the clothes fit them perfectly.
The best one to use is Doumun.
There is a protective skin on the doumo that is connected to the neck, covering both sides of the face and the chin. Coupled with the shadow pressed down on the top of the doumo, very little is exposed.
If you don't open your mouth, your secret will not be revealed.
The murderer has become a horse, quietly waiting here to change his defense at the right time.
All this happened quietly, without attracting anyone's attention, not even the neighbors were alerted.
However, this scene not only happened in Madangdang's house, but most of the people who entered the palace tonight were killed.
As soon as the Youshi hour arrived, many imperial troops rushed to the gate of the palace. Su Ting took the roster and checked it with a stern expression.
This matter should not have been done by him, but he took over it in the name of verification.
"Ma Dangdang" handed over the token, and Su Ting checked it in his hand, checked it on the list, and waved the order in.
One by one, the fake imperial soldiers walked in, paying attention to the path under their feet as they walked - they had never entered the palace, and all they knew came from the atlas, so they could only be careful to avoid going wrong.
Tonight, half of the thousand people guarding the various gates of the palace have become private soldiers raised by the Zhang family.