Doctor Li slowly withdrew.

"Your Highness, would you like to find Mrs. Cheng and show it to His Highness Prince Qing?" the chamberlain behind him said in a low voice.

Prince Jin'an shook his head.

"She's not a doctor," he said.

The waiter was silent for a moment.

"But it's not good for her to come back now." He whispered, "Sometimes she saves lives, and sometimes she saves lives..."

"I didn't ask you anything, so you don't need to answer." Prince Jin'an interrupted him and said.

The young man who tilted his head slightly had a face that was half bright and half dark, with a bit of coldness and solemnity.

The waiter bowed his head and answered yes.

Prince Jin'an stood up and walked slowly to the corridor, looking at the children running in front of the palace.

"Brother Six," he said, walking towards the children in the yard and clapping his hands, "Come, brother will take you to play Cuju."

The sun shone through the tent and shone on my face. Even though my eyes were closed, I still felt dazzling, and there were constant voices in my ears.

"…Sir, let’s find a doctor to take a look…"

"...Look at what you're seeing, you just drank too much..."

"..Who knows whether she drank too much or was drugged? Master, how can that woman be so relieved..."

"...If you keep talking nonsense, go back to your parents' home..."

"...Look, you're not worried, right? You're just afraid of her. Even if she hurt Rokuro, you wouldn't dare to say a word, right?"

The woman's cries sounded outside the door, mixed with Master Zhou's roar.

"Mother."

Saturday Lang turned over and sat up, shouting loudly.

"I'm fine, don't make any noise, I just want to lie down quietly for a while."

The crying outside the door disappeared and was replaced by joy.

"Liu Lang, are you really okay?" Mrs. Zhou asked outside the door.

"It's okay, I'm already awake." Saturday Lang said.

"That's good, that's good." Mrs. Zhou said.

After a few more words of admonishment, he left, and the silence returned outside the door.

"I feel more and more pitiful about her now. Her relatives who don't know her look down on her and despise her. Those who know her are afraid of her and taboo her. The only thing they don't do is pity her and care about her..." Qin Shisanlang said.

"Didn't you understand what I said?" Zhou Lang said, turning to look at him, "I want to lie quietly for a while."

"I understand." Qin Shisanlang said, playing with a chain in his hand while still talking, "Is this something captured from the Tibetan people? Wolf fangs? They are quite beautiful."

"You can take it if it's beautiful." Zhou Lang said, lying down.

"What am I, a man, doing wearing this?" Qin Shisanlang laughed and threw the wolf's fang string at Liulang Lang's face, "But not many women are willing to wear it."

Saturday Lang snorted, took the condom on his wrist and turned it over to face inside.

"Hey, what did you say yesterday? Why are you so drunk? Why would she invite you to drink?" Qin Shisanlang asked with a smile, reaching out to push him.

Saturday Lang turned over and sat up again.

"The big exam will be in less than six months. Can you go back and study hard?" He said, "You said you will fail the exam. Should I comfort you or laugh at you?"

Qin Shisanlang smiled, stood up and walked out.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it. Anyway, you only have embarrassing things to do in front of her, so it's okay if you don't want to say it." He smiled.

There was a thud, and an animal head hit the door and rolled down.

Qin Shisanlang poked his head out of the door.

"It's like you've never been willing to do anything serious to me, so why bother showing off..." He smiled, watching Liu Lang grab the tea bowl next to him and raise his hand, he smiled and strode away.

This time it was really quiet inside and outside. Zhou Lang let out a sigh and fell back on the couch again. He looked at the top of the tent for a moment and looked outside. He saw the figure of a maid walking behind the curtain. He reached out and touched the pillow.

An object came out and was shaken open. It was a plain brocade handkerchief.

A snow-white brocade handkerchief with the dark red word Taiping embroidered on it.

This is definitely not done by that woman, she doesn't know how to be a female celebrity.

Saturday Lang curled his lips, threw it aside and turned over. After a moment, he reached out and grabbed the handkerchief and covered his face and fell asleep.

And here, Qin Shisanlang came to Yudai Bridge again.

"The big exam is coming soon, and students from other places have already arrived. Why are you still so free, sir?" The maid also said the same thing.

"You are confident." Qin Thirteenth Lang said, stepping into the courtyard door and looking at Cheng Jiaoniang who came out. Banqin held the power fence in his hand, "You want to go out?"

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.

"Is there anything I can do to help? What happened this time is different from the last time. The last time it happened in Beijing and involved the North Korean conflict. This time it was the northwest military. It was just a war, and it was a victory.

Several soldiers were killed and wounded, but the officials at all levels had no objections to this war. For the court, this was really just a small matter, no matter how small it was. Think about it in the northwest, in a Longgu City.

You can't even make a fuss, you can be suppressed, and no one in the capital will be interested..." Qin Shisanlang said, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang, "This time, you have to do it openly, I'm afraid it won't be easy."

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.

"Then can you do me a favor?" she said.

"Of course." Qin Shisanlang smiled.

"Help me find a cemetery near the capital." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Tomb...cemetery?

Qin Shisanlang was stunned.

Overcast clouds, a gust of wind followed by soybean-like raindrops fell down, and the carriage rushed into an inn. Although there was an innkeeper helping to hold an umbrella, everyone's clothes were still wet.

"Go to the room, boil some hot water, and wash and soak everyone."

Hearing the voice, the store clerk looked a little surprised and couldn't help but look at the new customers standing in the hall.

A few young soldiers who were curiously looking at the inn facing a lotus-carved screen showed admiration, and a plain-looking woman holding a child in her arms. Whether she spoke, dressed or looked, they all revealed the stupidity of a bumpkin from the countryside who came to the city.

spirit.

When a person like this wants to go to a room, he also needs to heat hot water to take a bath?

The shop assistant curled his lips.

"Send another jug ​​of wine to the room, good wine."

The man continued and stood in front of the store clerk.

This man was just like those young men, thin, capable, dusty and unremarkable in appearance.

"What?" Fan Jianglin, the shop assistant, asked as he stood motionless.

"Uncle, we pay in advance when we stay here..." The store clerk folded his arms and said lazily. Before he finished speaking, he threw a bag of money over.

The store clerk caught it quickly and accurately. With just one catch, he roughly estimated how much money it contained.

"Master, come to the room and invite someone, please come and heat up the hot water..."

"...Feed the horses...replace them with high-quality fodder and beans..."

In the heavy rain, the whole inn became lively.

After Fan Jianglin and others entered, the hall returned to silence. Only the sound of rain outside could be heard. The three guests sitting in the corner stood up and walked to the door of the backyard, looking at the people going upstairs through the rain and fog.

"Brother..." one person said, raising his chin to the other side.

The other two people looked over and saw several people in the back yard carrying a large box toward the room. The large box was covered with waterproof tarpaulin. The two people carried it carefully, and the two people holding umbrellas next to them were also careful.

The three of them said nothing. They stood behind the curtain and watched the box being carried into the room of the man who had just paid. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, blocking their view.

The rain stopped at midnight, and a cold half moon hung in the night sky, casting a cold light on the inn after the rain.

Because there were not many guests in the Dayu Inn, especially the upper room, it seemed deserted. Except for the chirping of insects and the slight sound of the remaining raindrops on the tiles, it was quiet.

Three figures walked through the courtyard under the moonlight, went upstairs like ghosts and stopped in front of a house door.

A man leaned against the door and listened for a moment, then slowly passed a thin wire through the crack of the door. After a while, he gently opened the door and waved to the people behind him.

The moonlight casts two figures on the indoor floor, and you can see the big box placed in the corner at a glance. The leading man raised his feet and was about to take a step, but was held back by the man who stretched out his hand.

The man waved his hand at him and pointed to the ground.

The leading man was a little puzzled. He looked down and saw a thin line looming next to the door through the reflection of the moonlight.

He even knows how to serve as a cordon agency...

The two men looked not afraid but rather happy.

This shows that the contents of this box must be very valuable.
To be continued...