On March 15th, the sunset is shining in the sky, and the glass golden top of the palace gate shines with an unparalleled noble color. The guards are wearing refined armor and long swords with their waists. The swords are not unsheathed, so that the hundreds of believers in the distance can feel the pressure of the royal family.

In the side door, a group of eunuchs dressed in eunuchs hurried out from the door. After the guards checked, they headed in their respective directions.

The eunuchs walking to the right walked away a few steps away, making a slightly thin eunuch look particularly abrupt. The man looked down with his head and covered his mouth with a handkerchief with his right hand, coughing and unable to breathe.

"That's Qing Yi, the headmaster in Xinxueyuan. Somehow he got sick, so he was afraid he would be unable to protect his position." A little eunuch lowered his voice and said to the others beside him.

Several other people agreed: "I am so young and I am in charge of the father-in-law, but I have no life to enjoy it."

The little eunuch walked to the corner of the wall, walked towards a slightly secluded path, walked two or three hundred meters, and jumped onto a blue curtain carriage.

The axle creaked, and in the carriage, the eunuch folded the square vermilion covering his mouth and nose, took off the black gauze hat on his head, revealing an exquisite and elegant face. It was Su Zimo who was dressed in Qingyi. However, at this time, Su Zimo's skin was slightly darker than in the palace.

Taking off the eunuch's clothes outside, Su Zimo showed off a white men's robe inside, her hair was tied up behind her head, and she looked like a handsome young man who had not yet performed the coming-of-age ceremony.

The carriage walked for a long time, and turned several times, sometimes quiet and sometimes noisy, until the sound of horse hooves gradually disappeared, and the coachman turned off the carriage neatly and said, "Young Master, please get off."

Su Zimo walked out of the carriage and saw the ancient alleys on the streets, as if they were a different world.

"Young Master, let's go here."

Without giving Su Zimo much time to feel the impression, the coachman took Su Zimo to the more noisy alley on the left.

Qing Yi told Su Zimo that there is a Qingshui Tower in the east city of the capital. Although the location is relatively remote, it is a place that a few literati and poets like to go. They operate all night long and have a mysterious identity. They never ask about the identity and intentions of the visitor, nor do they interfere with the tea shops. They just need to keep quiet and don’t make noise.

In order to prevent anyone from following, Su Zimo deliberately asked Qing Yi to settle in advance and take a walk after leaving the palace. So although it was dark, he wanted to be at ease.

In the darkness, Su Zimo followed the coachman in front of her and walked forward. Although she was on the road, Su Zimo could still clearly hear her footsteps, and then she was in line with her heartbeat.

Passers-by are always more attentive to Su Zimo. Although there are countless young heroes in the capital, such a beautiful young man is rare.

People's eyes were fresh and curious. Before entering the palace, Su Zimo had been used to being attentive to others, but for some reason, Su Zimo always felt a sense of panic in his heart, which was difficult to fall in the air.

Deliberately slowing down his speed a little, Su Zimo quickly recalled any dangerous situations he might have overlooked, but no matter how Su Zimo thought, she could not think of it.

The coachman knew that this person was a noble person. He turned around and pointed to the sign of Qingshuilou across the street. He did not dare to look up at Su Zimo, and said, "Young Master, Qingshuilou is right in front of you. Young Master, don't act carefully. The younger one is waiting in the shop opposite."

Su Zimo nodded, took a deep breath, and walked towards Qingshui Tower.

In Qingshui Tower, in Wenyuan Pavilion.

Shi Jie sat at the table, holding the teacup's big palm suddenly wiped it from the robe, his lips were pursed tightly, his eyes kept flashing, and his face kept struggling. After a moment, his palms were sweating heavily again.

In the Xiaoran Pavilion and Duanrui Pavilion on both sides of Wenyuan Pavilion, the two teams of guards with golden tokens hanging around their waists were holding long swords, waiting for the battle. The atmosphere was solemn and majestic. An impatient flashed in the eyes of the leader. From time to time, he looked at the entrance of the stairs, but no one came. Then he said to Wenyuan Pavilion through the wall: "Are you sure the time is Xu time and three minutes?"

Shi Jie heard a sound from the next door, and his arm was filled with tea. Looking at the wet cuffs dullly, Shi Jie said heavily: "Yes."

After hearing Shi Jie's voice, the man still had doubts on his face. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "I don't know that you dare not deceive the Empress."

After saying that, he turned his head and stood against the wall with his long sword again.

The Qingshui Tower was full of dangers. Su Zimo was completely unaware of it. He was inexplicably anxious, but he still took steps and stepped into the Qingshui Tower.

Walking into the building, I saw a middle-aged man in a blue robe in the middle of the building slowly playing the guqin. The tables and chairs on the left were elegantly decorated. Literary and poets sat at the table in groups of three or three, appreciating books or discussing in a low voice. On the right and behind, there were some private rooms with tight doors.

The staircase leading to the second floor is just two roads in the corridor ahead. The second door above the staircase is Xiao Range.

Su Zimo slowly walked to the stairs, glanced at the steps, took a deep breath, and Shi Jie should have been waiting for him in it!

As soon as he raised his foot, Su Zimo was suddenly pulled by a force, and his eyes were dizzy. When Su Zimo came to his senses, he had been pulled into a private room next to the stairs. The man tied Su Zimo's hand tightly with one hand, and the other hand covered Su Zimo's small mouth tightly, not asking Su Zimo to make any sound.

Su Zimo was shocked, but was unable to cover her mouth from behind. She could only make a muffled sound, turned her head and looked at the other person vigilantly.

The man looked out through the crack in the door for a moment, and found that there was no sound, so he turned his head and looked at Su Zimo.

Su Zimo thought that someone had discovered her leaving the palace, but from this person's eyes, Su Zimo did not see the malice. The man was silent. Su Zimo no longer struggled, but just blinked at the stranger and signaled that he had calmed down.

"Don't speak out, I won't harm you. It's not advisable to speak here. Change your clothes and follow me." The man stared at Su Zimo's eyes and lowered his voice.

Su Zimo nodded when she heard this. She already understood that she was afraid she was targeted. She didn't know who this person was, but as he said, it would not only not harm her, but also help her. He asked her to change her clothes, so there was someone guarding her at the door, the coachman outside the door, Qing Yi and others in the palace...

Su Zimo's heart sank, but now time is tight and she can't let her think too much.

The man let go of his hand, Su Zimo turned his head and saw an open bag at the table, with a green cloth robe in it. The man faced his head to the door, with his back facing him, looking gentlemanly.

Although she was very shy, Su Zimo quickly changed the cloth robe and walked gently to the man. However, she didn't expect that when the man walked over, he pushed the door open and walked forward.

Su Zimo hurriedly followed him, listening to him whispering a poem to him in a tone like those literati present. Su Zimo was nervous, so he lowered his voice and agreed casually.

Sure enough, no one around noticed him and, with his heart in mind, Su Zimo and the man walked a hundred meters away. Until they turned around a corner, the man pulled Su Zimo to run forward faster, and shuttled back and forth at the entrance of the streets and alleys for several times, and finally arrived under a large courtyard wall before stopping.

Rusting her chest, Su Zimo kept gasping for breath. She had already tried her best to run all the way.

The man carefully opened the door of the house, took Su Zimo through the yard, walked into the house, sat at the table, poured a glass of water for Su Zimo.
Chapter completed!