Simple writing on thin paper: Today is Haishi Huayuge Pavilion
There is no signature on the paper, but there is a dark gray python printed on it, which is the same as the one printed on the assassin's sword that day.
But She Yue, who had calmed down at the same time, immediately hugged her, pulled Ruoyu's sleeves and hurried forward. She held the corners of Ruoyu's clothes with her little hands and asked, "Miss, did I not hurt you?"
Ruoyu smiled, touched the python on the paper with her fingertips and shook her head. She thought thoughtfully for a while and said softly: "Sheyue, is there a Huayuge Pavilion in the palace?"
Listening to Ruoyu's question, Sheyue glanced at the piece of paper and then at the dart mark on the wall: "Miss, there is indeed a Huayuge Pavilion in the mansion. There are many flowers and plants in Minghu Hall.
Miss...you really don’t want to go?"
Ruoyu was about to nod, but she was slightly startled as if she thought of something and asked: "Mu Yue, are you literate?"
Although this She Yue is smart, she was sold to the palace since she was a child, so she should be illiterate...
She Yue raised her little face towards Ruoyu and said, "Miss, how can I possibly be literate? I, I just guessed at random."
Ruoyu saw that Sheyue's cheeks were slightly reddened, but she didn't say much. She lowered her head and read the writing on the paper. It was beautiful and powerful, and the pattern of the python was also lifelike. This piece of paper was really written on the paper.
So thoughtful
Clenching the paper in her hand, Ruoyu smiled softly and said to Sheyue who was still standing aside: "Sheyue, prepare a bamboo basket for me. The bigger the better."
I just want to see which master wants to invite me
She Yue not only prepared a basket for herself, but also prepared a table of food, which was very delicious. She walked around the courtyard a few times and read a book. Soon the night fell, and it was about nine o'clock.
At that time, Sheyue went to sleep early in the back room because of exhaustion, while Ruoyu picked up the diabolo basket and walked out quietly.
I am quite familiar with the location of Minghu Hall now, and I know that I can just walk to Minghu Hall from the pavilion surrounding the pond, so I don't go straight to the main road, but first follow the path to the pavilion.
The reason why I chose this path was because I thought it would be a little more concealed from others, but I never thought that I could see the bright lights in the distance by lying behind the pillars of the pavilion.
This is the time when everyone should take a break...
And that transparent place happened to be behind Minghutang. If he had just walked on the main road, he would have bumped into that place unprepared.
After hesitating for a moment, Ruoyu walked slowly along the dark place to the other side. She saw that there were guards holding lanterns in their hands, all standing behind them with their heads lowered tightly, and in the middle was a group of guards.
There was a big open space, and there was only one man in black standing there.
"Has she left Caixiaxuan?" A slightly cool voice carried a hint of pride.
Listening to this sentence, Ruoyu's hand holding the bamboo basket couldn't help but tighten.
Looking at the piece of paper, he calculated that the person who invited him here must not be the assassin. He thought it was Jun Wuxia who wanted to plot against him, but the person who had never thought of setting a trap turned out to be Jun Wuxia's companion all along.
The guard headed by Xia Zuozuo, no wonder he looked at me with such a sinister look yesterday. It seems that this person can't decide whether to be simple or not.
"She has already left Caixia Pavilion. It won't take long to arrive at Huayu Pavilion." A boy holding a lantern bent down and responded.
The black-clothed guard smiled after hearing this, nodded with satisfaction and said: "You have already laid an ambush for me. I think I can still protect her this time."
When she turned around, Ruoyu's steps were not in a hurry. When she squatted down to pick flowers along the road, her face was a little pale. In this entangled issue of assassins, how could anyone protect her?