Next to the side door of the west courtyard.

Zhao Chonghuan helped Dali Temple to bury all the victims in the case and let them go away. He also promised to go to Dali Temple to help tomorrow morning, so He Yansou let her go.

When she was left with everyone, she had time to look back at Xie Changhuai who had been silent.

He stood under the octagonal wind lamp with his hands behind his back and lowered his eyes to meditate. The elegance made Qingming's eyebrows and eyes soaked in the light yellow light, as if a layer of light smoke was faintly covered, making him look as high as a ridge of autumn mountains.

She didn't move, just turned her head to look at him.

Tonight, many things have already left her control, and this strange fire has exposed all the hidden truths.

She originally wanted to explore the depth of the Sali Garden tonight, but she didn't expect that Pingzhang Mansion's own guards would send out the kidnapped Shier alive, and also led out two other girls and added a pair of terrifying unknown bones.

This is a strange thing that is even more fantastic than a script. It is the first time I encounter it.

However, she felt that this coincidence was so strange that it was out of the ordinary-

After a moment, he seemed to wake up from the meditation, looked up at her and found that she was staring at him without saying a word.

"What? We can leave too, right?" He walked over slowly.

"Yes!" Zhao Chonghuan suddenly woke up from his spirit.

The carriage, waiting in the shadows in the distance, immediately came with the sound of horse hooves.

Zhao Chonghuan looked at the elegant and graceful carriage during the day. The one who drove the car was still the young man in black with beautiful moustaches.

The carriage was parked in front of the two of them, and the young man moved a solid-colored footstep.

Xie Changhuai signaled Zhao Chonghuai to get in the car first. She was a little hesitant. Even in front of the escort, this seemed not very polite.

"Don't worry, he is his own person!" Xie Changhuai said softly in her ear.

Zhao Chonghuan instantly understood what it meant, and the coachman knew her true identity, and she couldn't help but glance at the young man.

The young man immediately raised his hand and bowed cleverly, and said hello: "Little man Huanghe! I have seen Mr. Zhao Xiaochao!"

Zhao Chonghuan pursed his lips, nodded and smiled, and then got on the carriage. The moment he put down the curtain, he saw Xie Changhuai whispering something to the Yellow River.

Zhao Chonghuan's eyes moved slightly and gently lowered the curtain.

She looked at the furnishings inside the wide carriage.

A dazzling glass lamp hangs on the top of the corner of the car, illuminating the car.

There is a bench and a few, each cabinet is installed in the carriage, which are firmly fixed to the floor of the carriage.

The chair is covered with silver-white and blue Su-embroidered bamboo branches, and there are small rosewood tables and cabinets with auspicious cloud patterns on one side. They are complemented by the dark purple silver-edged Persian velvet blankets on the ground, which are exquisite and elegant.

Zhao Chonghuan just sat down on the side of the bench casually, and Xie Changhuai also lifted the curtain and came in.

She was about to stand up, but was pushed back to her seat with his long arms: "Sit!"

Zhao Chonghuan was not polite either.

I ran all night, and to be honest, she was really tired.

No matter what kind of demeanor is different, Zhao Chonghuan leaned his head lightly against the carriage, without saying a word for a while.

Xie Changhuai didn't say much, but took out a carved flat box from the small cabinet, opened it and put a few clean and soft white hand towels inside. He handed Zhao Chonghuan one.

Zhao Chonghuan was a little surprised. There was a hand towel on the carriage. She took a piece of hand towel, which was a bit wet and hot.

She thought to herself, this coachman is very good at serving their young master of Xie’s family!
Chapter completed!