"Third Miss, the wake-up call has just passed and it's already midnight," Chunxiang replied.
It's already midnight? It's strange, why is there no movement at all from the Third Prince? Fang Qing has a bad feeling.
"Miss Third, what's wrong with you? Are your legs uncomfortable? Do you want me to rub them for you?" Chunxiang knelt down and stretched out her hands to rub Fang Qing's legs.
Fang Qing shook her head indifferently. "No need, Chunxiang, go get a basin of water."
"Yes, Miss Third." Chunxiang nodded, and she went out to fetch water with the wooden basin.
Fang Qing frowned and threw down the book in her hand. Could it be that he saw through her move again?
She stretched her fingers into the chess jar, picked up a sunspot between her thumb and index finger, and stared at the chessboard. Her pale eyes darkened slightly. Then, she raised her hand.
Snapped--
Her black piece landed accurately on the chessboard.
Can she still make a dangerous move this time? She raised her pale eyebrows and remained silent.
At this moment, a gust of green wind floated in, and a figure appeared on the ground. Green clothes stood beside Fang Qing. "Miss Luan, the box has arrived. Young Master invites Miss Luan to go to the lobby of Wangyue Tower."
Fang Qing stared at the chessboard and said without raising her head: "I know. Let your young master know. I'll wash up and change my clothes. I'll be there soon."
"Okay." Green clothes flew up.
Fang Qing's gaze passed over the green bamboo forest, and her clear and indifferent eyes quickly passed by Jue Ran. Her fingers gently flicked the armrest of the wheelchair, and a hint of sarcastic ridicule floated on the cold lips.
She stood up, her movements were quick and fast. Wherever her sharp gaze went, and matched with her skills, she didn't pack anything away. She only took the banknotes and the Three Kingdoms gifts that Chunxiang had pressed under her pillow, and hid them close to her body.
She went to the door and looked around, but there was no one moving around. Very good, everyone should have gathered in the lobby of Wangyue Tower by this time, which was the best time for her to escape.
As early as the day Fang Qing moved into Fengqi Pavilion, her eyes never left the green bamboo forest. Because after passing the green bamboo forest, she climbed over the high wall of Wangyue Tower.
She pulled hard on a pair of thick gold hooks on Yuncan Yanyuluo's account, and swept away the sheets on Yuntan.
Moving like the wind, she galloped through the green bamboo forest like a fierce leopard traveling at night.
The bamboo leaves occasionally make a rustling sound in the wind.
Fang Qing arrived at the foot of the towering wall. With a frown, she tore the rolled-up sheets into strips, then kneaded them with both hands to form a twist rope, then tied a pair of golden hooks and tied them tightly.
, pulled the rope for firmness, and then like a rotating windmill with his left hand, he fastened the homemade golden hook upside down claw to the bend on the high wall.
She tried the force and strength of the claw, and when she saw that her claws did not fall off, she knew it was OK. She grabbed the twist rope and climbed up the high wall step by step.
When she climbed over the wall, she changed the direction of the golden hook, then put down the rope and slid down the rope. The moment she landed, she stared at the luxurious building inside the high wall with a faint smile on her lips.
She, Fang Qing, finally walked out of this hellish place. From now on, those people no longer have anything to do with her in all corners of the world.
She raised her head, stretched her arms, and took a breath of air. Then she opened a pair of clear eyes, the light was as bright as the bright moon, and her heart was full of longing for the future.
She turned around, her steps were light, and she walked freely and happily. In her unexpected sight, a pair of silver boots embroidered with sea dragons and inlaid with South China Sea luminous pearls stood in front of her.
She raised her eyes in surprise, and her clear eyes went straight into a pair of ice-blue eyes as soft as flying catkins. He gently shook his folding fan, his face was like a peach blossom, and he smiled happily.
"Good morning, Third Prince. What? Do you also like to come out for some air and take a walk at this time?" Fang Qing's heart sank slightly, her face was cold and indifferent, she acted as if nothing had happened.